Nora
She arrived back at the pack and sighed as she felt Rosa vanish from her once more. She’d been with her all day, happy and wagged her tail, she'd even talked to her mother's wolf, while they’d hung out with their mum. Now they were here, and she was gone once more. She looked down at her arm. There was a nice-sized hand print there from where Jace had grabbed onto her this morning.
Rosa had refused to heal it, once she'd heard how Nora had gotten it. She was of the opinion he should see every damned mark he left on her, just to remind him she was without her wolf; which was also his fault. She got that bag out of the car, and draped it over and arm, and walked inside the pack house.
Jace was standing right there waiting for her. “How was your day?” he asked.
“Fine.” She answered
