Marian woke up in her room. Alone.
She sat up slowly, reaching into her mind space for Dinka.
Still nothing. She mused, her heart heavy.
She recalled her father's face just before she fell asleep for the second time and immediately straightened her shoulders.
She closed her eyes, reminding herself of why she had returned.
Regaining the feeling of the night before, at the mistletoe party.
I am my father's daughter.
I am not bound to or by anyone in this place.
I am my own wolf.
Her shoulders drooped as she thought the word ‘wolf’.
She hung her head, shaking it slowly, fighting back tears.
She swallowed and licked her dry lips.
Her head snapped up as her mind carried her through everything that had happened since her return.
“Reyland,” she whispered, jumping out of bed.
Marian
