Eleven

Kyra could not sleep. She was laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was her normal bed, the usual one she sleeps in but it felt like she was on a water bed, maybe a raft, adrift at sea. And as she scale over each wave, each of them was carrying something different.

Some were waves of sadness, some were waves of horror. She could not get the image of the big brown wolf off her mind. Before this, she had only read about wolves in a book and even thought it was a myth. She kept tossing on the bed as the image never left.

Jack felt a rush of heat in his heart. The image of the make-out they had earlier could not leave his mind. It kept revolving around his head. He sensed her distress and sneaked out of the room, making sure no one saw him.

"Hey, Kyra. It's me" Jace knocked softly on her window side, making sure not to wake any of those sleeping. He knew she was awake and a gentle knock was enough to get her attention.

"Jace?" Kyra called out, wondering how one of the three boys