ZOLA'S P.O.V
After the wolf's eyes retreated into the darkness, I couldn't fall back asleep. There was something in those deep blues that shook me to my core. But was I scared? The simple answer was, no. Which left a complicated question following that simple answer: why not? That feeling that I felt at the first motel still lingered in the depths of my anxious heart. However, scared was less of a description. All I felt now was confused and a little intrigued. What changed?
I didn't get a good look at the man from the motel. But somehow I knew the wolf I saw belonged to him. I didn't feel in danger. But I should, considering he tracked me down after I left. I didn't know him, so why would he follow me?
I suppose it didn't matter, I was leaving as soon as I could catch a flight
