Several full moons have passed, distress is still whispering in my mind.

            I have finished reading Rowena’s journal as far as I can remember—before the moment my eyes burned upon Tyler seeing a bloody blade in the trash, forcing me to make up excuses believable enough for a pregnant, powerless eighteen-year-old woman like me.

            I never felt sadder than today. It felt like, since I already knew enough from Rowena’s journal, I no longer felt the need to live.

            And I…I remained prepared for whatever unexpected might happen.

            What unexpected things I might let happen.

            I stared at the she-wolf doctor’s face. She’s calm and gorgeous compared to me. I...