A part of me last night tried to reason that we should go home. My wolf is adamant that she can't bear a rejection, and I can't either. Regardless, I'm being driven insane by the thoughts of what Matthew is doing.
I want to go back to sleep, the only place where I don't have to think or feel. But I suddenly pick up on a familiar scent. My wolf starts to panic. We run out of our sleeping spot only to get tackled on the ground by another wolf. She's growling and snapping her jaws at me. I manage to push her off with my hind legs, standing up straight and facing her head-on.
'Olive,' my wolf snarls.
For a split second, I feel nothing but pity. I know Olive's wolf very well. We would spar together in Sparta, and the last I saw her was when she knocked me out in the Initiation. She looks com
