Madeline:
“You don’t have to go downstairs,” Baxter said a little sternly after spending several minutes trying to convince me gently not to go.
Ever since I woke up, a few things had happened.
Elgin had found me a pair of pants and a shirt from somewhere, and they had also brought food, thinking I’d be able to eat after hearing that I had killed the old man.
Now all I wanted was to see the damage I had caused, because I remembered it.
This time, I actually remembered it.
But they wouldn’t let me go down there. I just wanted to remind my wolf that there were other ways to handle things.
We could have caught him, scratched him, bitten him, knocked him out. We didn’t have to go that far.
“No.” Lena, my wolf, replied to my thoughts, her tone firm.
I’d never had a wolf before, and fro
