Frankie
Sand and foam fly everywhere as the punching bag bursts open. Last night after dinner, my wolf confessed to Clayton what I was. He freaked out and left me by the side of the road. My desperate wolf took over and cried and cried for her human mate. She trekked through the woods to his house and lingered. Hazel wanted to stay longer, but that damn dog wouldn’t shut up, and I was afraid we would be seen.
So we came home, and she gave me back control. Not wanting to talk to anyone, I ran up to my room. I grabbed Dad’s favorite Scotch, chugged it out of the bottle, and fell asleep. I tossed and turned as Clayton ran through my mind. Hazel cried and howled. So at four am, I gave up trying to sleep and went to the gym to get out some frustration.
I stare at the sand on the floor, and I
