Chapter 62

Rose

Waking up that morning to the smell of food, her head turned next to her to gaze at the empty side of her bed, she bit her lip, and her brow came together. Every morning she has been doing that and she still doesn’t know why. Staring at the side of the bed her arm stretched out, feeling nothing.

She sighed and got up, cracking and stretching her body as she made her way down the stairs. she entered the kitchen where her dad sat eating bacon. she sat down at the other end of the table from him where her plate sat waiting, steaming.

God, it's been a weird couple of days.

Ever since she woke up on Tuesday she had been getting a lot of deja vu lately, along with weird feelings, not even hers, just from other wolves. She needed a run if she was beginning to think she could sense what others were feeling, hold it. . . maybe she was becoming psychic. . .nah, she didn't have crystal balls. Or any type of ball matter of fact.

She had nothing to do but hang around the house. She turned to