Anxiety is my closest companion these days. I’m starting to wonder if I will ever feel calm again. The only time I try to hide it this time is when Grace is around. She’s too perceptive though. She knows something is going on, but she doesn’t ask.
The day of the meeting, nausea doesn’t allow me to eat all day. My stomach is in knots and every time I even think about food, I want to be sick.
There are no good choices. If Adrian can’t make peace with the Lycans, I’ll be expected to choose, and I just don’t think that I can. Each loss would feel like tearing a part of myself away.
We leave early. Adrian says he wants to put additional people into place, just in case the Lycans are planning an attack. I look out the window staring at the passing cars, the people on the sidewalk, and the
