Chapter Twelve

Oliver

As the words left Elsie's lips, the lights flickered momentarily as the sound of rain falling down plinked throughout the train. Elsie pulled her face away from my ear and looked up at my face expectantly. I didn't react, though; my face was as still as a statue.

It was as if time froze for me. I didn't know what Elsie meant; she wasn't a wolf. Her actions were starting to bother me, nicking away at the wall I was keeping up. Why was she so dead set on me not being here? Why couldn't I have a place here? What did I ever do to her?

My world had been ripped out from underneath me just a couple of hours ago. My only real friend in town was dead, and the man I looked up to had accused me of murdering him. I had nothing. All I had was Jules's hand reaching out to me. He unknowingly pulled me out of a dark and lonely place. He was giving me a chance, giving me a glimmer of light, of hope.

Elsie studied my face, searching for something, maybe just try