Kate POV
I sit alone in my small room. Angie did not bring me dinner; someone else did, which is odd. This entire day has been off—first a strange dream, then Angie acting stranger than usual. On top of all the days’ oddities, I feel so tired today. I have felt tired for a while, but today I feel exhausted. I touch my growing belly and hum to my unborn child. I wonder what Erick would think about you, little one. I look out the window as the night approaches. I should lie down and rest.
I turn the covers back on my bed when I hear a faint voice. Is it the wolves trying to help me finally? I listen, but I hear nothing but silence. I must be going crazy from the isolation. I get into bed and pull the small blanket over me. I snuggle down and try to get comfortable. The lights go out on cue the same as they do every night when I lie down. Are they watching me? Maybe that is why the wolves do not talk to me. Perhaps the wolves are afraid of Macon?
