Talia’s Point of View
“Ah - Ash- Asher,” I stuttered over his name but my voice barely came out as more than a whisper. This was impossible, this couldn’t be happen. Clearly, I was dreaming. Or worse, I was already dead and this was some sort of psychotic version of the after life. Or even worse still, maybe I’d lost my damn mind and within the next 24 hours I’d find myself checked into the mental hospital.
The last was certainly the most likely. With the current state of my life, I didn’t feel far off from a psychiatric patient. I didn’t need shapeshifting men and wolves attacking me in the middle of the woods to get me there either. A cheating boyfriend, his crazy mistress, an overly affectionate mother trying to tape me back together, already seemed to be enough to get me checked in.
