I walked away from Zaine. I needed some space. I walked out of his room, and down the large, sweeping staircase of his family home, planning to make my way to the front door and out into the fresh air once more. When I was stressed, the thing that was best for me was to run. Shira and I would so often run for hours to clear our heads. Time and open space was often a friend to many werewolves. Only this time it would seem my plan was to be foiled. As I stepped into the large open hallway, a voice disturbed my plan to escape…
“Oh, hello dear.” Zaine’s Mother’s voice made me jump, causing me to turn to find her standing at the doorway of the kitchen. Leaning gently against the wooden doorframe, her eyes watched me curiously. “Is everything okay? Did you want a drink?”
I found myself smilin
