LISA
Three fucking weeks.
No matter how many times I count, it's been three fucking weeks.
The calendar on my wall mocks me, today's date staring me in the face from any particular point of my kitchen.
Selene whines when I nearly step on her paw for the third time this morning. "Sorry, girl. Give me a second, and we'll go see her."
I'm drenched in sweat. Jericho hasn't blinked a single eyelash over Ava being in the hospital, and we've all settled into a new kind of normal.
It's not normal at all, but it's life now. At least until Ava wakes up again.
I'm stronger. Faster, though nothing compared to these shifters who surround me. I'm learning some basic self-defense, and Selene has helped with the hands-on training to evade and defend against wolf attacks.
