*Trisha*

I’ve been staring at the ceiling for half the night, gazing at the rays of moonlight that slip through the curtain dancing on the ceiling. I don’t have my wolf yet, but I feel like she’s already restless.

I understand my mom’s point of view. I’ve heard a thousand times about the kidnapping when I was a baby, how some crazy woman snuck away with me and how they were lucky to find me.

I don’t want to scare her again, but this is different. I just don’t feel like I belong here, not right now, and something about that moonlight is tugging on my heartstrings, begging me to...