Varen
I blinked hard, forcing my vision to adjust, but no matter how many times I blinked, the words Marcy and Josie had spoken kept circling my mind like vultures. The sound of their voices replayed with such clarity it felt as if they were running beside me, whispering into my ears as I tore through the forest in my wolf form.
She doesn't trust you.
You're always angry.
You're ruining this yourself.
My wolf snarled inside me, restless and furious, demanding something I could not seem to give—attention, affection, the bond we were both starving for. It only made my chest burn hotter, made me feel like I was losing control of everything that I thought I still had a grip on.
I lowered my head, pushing harder into the run, but the thoughts would not leave me alone. Every paw strike against the dirt echoed with accusations. Every breath carried Josie's scent, a reminder of what I kept pushing away.
