Rhea
Our trail went cold. We couldn’t find the monster or any traces of it. Frustration built with every passing day. I just wanted to know what it wanted from me, and more importantly, why it called me by my mother’s name. I just wanted answers, and I was tired of not having any.
Emma and Nina showed up at the pack house one day. They were glad the boys and I had made up, but that was the least of my concerns right now. I didn’t tell them that, though. I let them be happy for me. I hadn’t been happy with the boys for a while now, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to celebrate the little victories.
Still, I was constantly distracted thinking about the monster. Where was it? What did it want? Did it want to kill me? I didn’t think so, but the option could not be discounted. I tapped my fingers on my legs, trying to keep myself in the moment. I tried to listen to what my friends had to say, but my thoughts drowned them out.