"Absolutely not." I muttered.
Neither the key nor my wolf responded. Since she'd spoken at the fence, I'd been waiting for another explanation or some indication that I hadn't finally lost my mind.
Nothing came.
I lay down and stared at the ceiling, turning onto my side and rearranging my pillow as the minutes dragged past. Whenever I began to drift off, I saw my mother's photograph or heard Gideon's dying voice.
The door is opening.
I sat up, my heart pounding.
Sleep had never come easily. Seven years of running had taught me to function on little rest, but tonight my thoughts refused to settle. Eventually, I gave up, pulled on a sweater, tucked the key into my pocket, and left my room.
A light shone beneath the living room door.
Damon sat on the sofa with his sleeves rolled up, c
