Jaxx is snarling in my mind at the things Uncle Jacob is saying. But he isn’t wrong. The things he says make perfect sense. If he was saying it to someone else, I would be agreeing with him and I know I would. I would be telling them the same thing. So why, when it is me, is it so hard to agree with?
At least Jaxx is back. He had been silent since we had been walking back from the forest earlier. Not willing to communicate with me in anyway. But now, the things Uncle Jacob has said seem to have flared him up enough to wake him, irritated him enough to disturb him, proving he is never fully gone, just hiding. A little like a ghost. A spirit wolf. There when he wants to be. Which, if anything, only irritates me. I needed him earlier and he wasn't there for me.
“Jake, she did not need to
