43. Hope

I haven’t decided exactly how I’m going to exact revenge on Elvie and Reu, but I’ve come to the conclusion a bullet in each would be a strong start.

Then, whatever my father has done to Cal, can be revisited on them tenfold. They should bear the burden of guilt. They were weak enough to be fooled by him.

I killed time imagining the pain I could unleash. I’ve never hit anyone in my life. I haven’t even hunted in shifted form. My wolf is much more of a gentle wanderer, finding the sunsets. But right now, she’s ready to commit atrocities.

The full moon is certainly close. Prickling, teasing sensations are running up and down my spine, agitation intensified by the pull of the moon. I’d gingerly tested the silver bars. Reinforced and inches thick. There was no bending or breaking through, even in wolf form.

So, for all my devious scheming and rabid imaginings, I remained exactly where Elvie left me.

Finally, shards of bright, fake daytime light shredded the black floor. I remained sat