J's P.O.V
I looked at the girl with a frown.
She wasn't moving, I couldn't see her eyes and her mouth wasn't moving like it normally did.
Her name is Felicia not 'the girl' and she's sleeping - the voice whispered in my head. I am your wolf, not a voice, and for the last time, my name is Roger.
I ignored the voice and kept looking at Felicia. I wanted to shake her until I saw her eyes again but I think that would be wrong.
She would be mad at me, I hated when she was mad at me. It felt bad inside.
She moved closer to me and put her face in my chest. I started breathing again and decided to leave her alone.
She was strange. The girl.
Felicia - the so called Roger said again.
Felicia was strange.
I didn't like any of the wolves in her pack. I wish I could kill them all.
I hated them all for keeping her from me and I hated that she was part of them.
But she wasn't like them.
She was different.
I didn't hate her. I liked her.
You love her - Roger whispers.
I loved her.
