Vessara sat in the passenger seat with her hands clamped together so tightly her knuckles had turned white. She had been staring at the dashboard for the last ten minutes, but her mind was somewhere else entirely. Three days. She had been away from home for three days, and it had only just occurred to her now, sitting in this stranger's car, that she had no idea what she was going to tell her father.
She tried to think of something. A reason. A lie. Anything that would make sense. She had left the party to clear her mind. A boy attacked her and tried to molest her. That part was true. She had followed the man who saved her and offered to go home with him. That part was also true. But her father would be angry to hear it. She couldn't think of any lie to tell.
Her wolf stirred in the back of her mind.
"What are you going to say?" The voice was sharp. Accusing.
"I'm thinking." Vessara thought back.
