Racheal's pov
I placed my hands behind my head, relaxing my head against my couch, binge watching my favorite show whilst idly scrolling through social media. After the close shave I had with that wolf in the forest yesterday, I decided to give myself a well-deserved break from work. I could still feel the sting that his blade had left behind on my throat. I was merely lucky to leave with my life.
To be honest, I don't think he would've believed me if I hadn't had my ID card. I guess luck was just on my side. I have to be careful, though; I can't just put myself in danger like that. I rummaged through my bag of chips, disappointed to find out I had already finished it. I crumpled up the empty bag, tossing it onto my coffee table as I opened up another one. Which would be my fourth bag for the day.