I force myself to eat but the food is tasteless. It's tasteless because I know I'm the reason Grayson left and I'm afraid he won't return. I'm not suppose to care about hurting a werewolf's feeling, days ago I wouldn't have given a crabs ass about it. But that was days ago, things have changed alot since then. Sun finally peaks out at some point, the heavy rains ceased and when I peer outside the window, I groan at the substantial amount of water that has gathered outside. If I'm being honest, I couldn't mind settling here, I'm so tired of having to move all the time and being wounded doesn't make the adventure any feasible. But atlas I don't have a say in whatever Grayson decides, until my back heals, I can only give him grief, but that's it. I creep back to my bed, lying against it and watch the door. I listen for footsteps that don't come, neither does the door open revealing the large lug of a man that has been chasing me since time eternal.The fire before me screams for fuel as
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