Chapter Eleven

Avery's point of view

Day 3

Everything had not being going has planned for me. I needed to have full control of my wolf at the end of two weeks but I haven't grasped it since the first breakthrough I had when I started yesterday. The first breakthrough I've had since I started therapy all those years back.

Alone in the house at eleven fifteen am and all I could think about was whether Ryan had been flirting with me yesternight when we were alone in the packs. It was better than thinking about the other alternative, the memories that had flooded into my mind when all I wanted was to find my wolf. It was the same thing that happened whenever I tried turning to my wolf, I get memories of the incident.

This one was a bit different. I had different memories but memories all the same. And they weren't exactly the pleasant sort of memories.

I poured some wine into a glass cup and dropped the entire thing into my mouth, the alcohol burning my throat and making me cough a bit. I was a serious