Am I Wrong

This room was huge.

The bathroom was an oasis.

I could fit one hundred times what was in my little bag in the closet.

The size of this room was about the size of the entire downstairs in my house back east.

'We should stay here,' the voice insisted for about the one hundredth time.

I rolled my eyes. 'Do you think of anything else?'

'No.'

I sat and thought. If I was going to get along in this wolf community, I’d probably have to learn how to accept this thing I was the unwilling host of. My entire life, I had thought of this thing as a curse. Maybe…

'Why?' I asked.

'Why what?' The voice seemed distracted, like she didn’t really care what I had to say. That was probably the case.

'Why do you want to stay?' I prodded.

'The same reasons you do.'

I sighed, struggling my way out of the wheelchair. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom by myself since I tried to bail in Pierre. It was hard to believe that was only two days ago. 'Maybe responses like that is why I don’t talk