The Power of Waiting

The pestering howls agitated me. Desire and fear tumbled low in my belly at the thun of being surrounded by so many keyed up wolves. The urge to flee intensified. My father had changed someone when I was a little girl living in India. It was a frightening, tumultuous event that gave me nightmares for months. And with Leon's loss of blood, his chances were probably closer to grim than anything else.