“Echo. I know what happened to you. I’m not going to give you any assignments for creative writing. I’ll consider you caught up. All I want you to do this week, is try to rest. If you can, write about what happened. You don’t have to show anyone. Write it in a journal or something. I want you to try and talk to the counselor here. Mr. Moxon. He’s a good man, and a member of the pack. He can help you through any residual stuff. All of your werewolf teachers were told to send you to him if you start having issues.” He said quietly.
“I don’t think I’ll have any. I’ve been fine all weekend. I even left the house a few times and I was fine.” I assured him.
A soft, pitying look crossed his face. I didn’t understand. Everything was fine. I was safe now. The men who took me were either dead or
