~ QUINN ~
I was startled as the thud of the glass cup against the table. I looked up after shaking away the surprise into the rather surprised eyes of the waitress. Her hands were placed on her hips and her head was tilted sideways.
"That's weird," she said. "Nothing really catches you off guard."
Not that she was wrong. My antsy wolf for the past few days had kept me on edge. I had a good few days of rest before the spirit animal had roused me from sleep and led me to a graveyard. The sights of the opened graves were burned to my memory since then.
I sighed and placed my palms against my forehead, massaging it lightly. The waitress raised her eyebrows in concern.
"Quinn." She placed her hands on my shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I pulled back a bit and glanced at her in
