Chapter 15

My house—or should I say my parent's house was on the wolves territories -barely.

I look at it from the tree line, remembering how for years I'd sit out on the back porch drinking hot chocolate with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I remember how I'd heard the wolves howling some nights, how I'd seen their ghosts dashing silently through the trees. It seemed so long ago.

It seemed like that was a life time ago, and in a way it was. I was a wolf now, I wasn't living there.

I lay down, watching my mum pottering around in the kitchen. Dark circles were under her eyes, her hair was pulled into a tangled bun and she hadn't worried about dressing nicely. It was painful to watch her. She thought I was dead and was grieving. But most of all I missed her.

Ash cocks his head at me but I don't move. Inside I could hear the news over the TV that my mum wasn't even watching. It was talking about me, about how they suspected I was killed by the wolves.

Ash lies down next to me so our shou