Imani
I remained silent as Judge Jackson drove us back to his cabin.
I stared at the passing scenery, still in awe of the outside world. For the first time in my existence, I felt peace. I had a wolf; I wouldn’t be killed.
I could sleep without keeping one eye open. I snuck a glance at Judge Jackson, and I feared if he gripped the steering wheel any tighter that it would crumble under the pressure.
It was determined that Dr. Hemsworth would collect blood work from me once a week to follow my “progression,” and to see if he could predict when my wolf would make her appearance. Dr. Hemsworth was sworn to secrecy about my condition, and he promised not to tell a single soul.
Judge Jackson hadn’t spoken since then.
We arrived to the cabin, and I wasn’t surprised when he made a beeline t
