#Chapter7
Willow
I was startled awake by Zeke slamming open the door. I moved as far away from the raging alpha as possible, feeling very disoriented by the stark difference between my reality and my dream. I was having one of the best dreams I could recall ever having in my life.
I tried to hold on to the feeling as long as possible or to remember even some small shred of my happiness, but the details were slipping away as the seconds ticked by.
Zeke stomped into the room, kicking my shelf into the wall in his anger.
Crack!
The shelf splintered and pieces went flying. I had already curled up into a ball when Zeke pushed his way into the room, but I ducked my head down just in time. A large chunk of wood hit the wall right where my head had just been.
Zeke yelled, /"This is your fault. What am I supposed to do now?/" As he continued stomping around the room, muttering under his breath.