Diane's POV.
I decided to spend the rest of the evening in my room. Not many places to go to when you're a captive anyway.
I take a long, relaxing bath.
After I'm done and change into pajamas, I'm bored and find it hard to fall asleep so try communicating with my wolf.
'Hello?'
I'm not the type to indulge in pointless conversations.
Wow. That's down the drain.
'Diva much?'
What a silly term. Go find someone to talk to. Or sleep. We're not so close that I feel stupid inclinations to drone on about mundane topics with you.
I flop on my bed, lying in a starfish position. So much for having someone to talk to. Then again, I understand and relate to her sentiment but I'm bored and hoped we could get our bond further along.
I stretch out a hand, letting myself grow claws.
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