It's perpetual, the feeling of being watched. When my house was first ransacked, I felt it for a few days after, but I have a thick skin, I let it go. I went on with my normal life, I wasn't afraid. I suppose my view has changed, for obvious reasons. I knew the second they attacked me, it was no longer a petty game, it was serious.

Connell was the first person I went to. I don't know if it was really the only safe, or because of instinct. My wolf knew where to go, and my body took me there.

My hands were shaky- I suppose that's a side...