I lay on the bed and let the tears run freely. This was all too much. I feel like I’m losing my mind. I just can’t seem to wrap my brain around the fact that werewolves are real…or so I’m told. I cried until I had no more tears to cry than the guilt of how I had been acting toward Dane set in. I had been an ungrateful, hateful b***h. That’s not who I am. I glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was 4:45 in the morning. Slowly I stood and headed back to the living room, unsure if Dane was still there or not. All the lights were off except one, and I noticed Dane asleep on the couch. He barely fit, and I was honestly surprised to find him still there. I wonder why he didn’t go to sleep in one of the other rooms since he had decided to stay. He looked peaceful, and I didn’t want to wake him.
