I grip the seatbelt across my chest a little tighter, a cold sweat clinging to the back of my neck. I remember sweet, stubborn Dr. Hannah, who helped me escape, and gave me a second chance. I wonder if she’s still here. I hope I get to see her… tell her thank you. Properly. “Hey,” Daniel says ge
STACY. Do I want Daniel to come with me? I pause, biting my lip. I know what he’s really asking. Do I want him in the same space as Jason? Breathing the same air? That’s like throwing a match into a pile of dry kindling and hoping it doesn’t catch fire. “I think it’s better if you stay,” I s
STACY. The sky is streaked with pink and gold by the time I finish packing to leave for the next pack. Daniel is in the packing lot and I can hear his voice filtering in through the window as he double checks the route with someone on the phone. Our next stop is a small pack south of Black ri
The words slam into me like a death blow. I can't breathe. Can't think. Without another word, I turn on my heel and stalk down the corridor, every step heavier than the last. How can Stacy say that to me after everything we shared? Once outside, the moment the cold air hits me, I shift violentl
JASON. Stacy's body is stiff, and unyielding as I hug her. But I don't care because she is back in my life just like I have prayed to the goddess countless times over the years. Oh goddess, thank you for answering my prayers.... I whispers to myself but then, with a force that knocks me back, sh
STACY. (An hour prior to Jason meeting Stacy) The past two days of healing sick packmates have wrung me dry. My limbs ache deep in the bone, my skin feels stretched thin over exhaustion, and my eyes—goddess, my eyes have had it the worst. I blink into the darkness, seeing nothing. Not that I e