It's currently midnight and I am standing in my washroom trying not to get a panic attack. Ever since Lydia found out that we were running away she made herself a pain in my ass and is trying to stop me from doing any stupid things. She thinks that.
Slinging my black bag over my shoulder I peek out of the door and see a sleeping Chris. I close the door again as I sigh in relief, that my escape plan is going well.
"We shouldn't do this." Lydia sings into my head loudly not like her real self.
"Why are you acting so weird?"
"Any wolf would when it would realize it is getting forced to separate from it's mate." She says tiredly.
"Come on, you know how much I want this." I retort.
"Where will we go then? To Goldilocks?"
"Very funny!" I snap as I notice my hand trembling wildly. It's l
