The Confession

POV: Lyra

Two agonizingly slow, entirely monotonous days have passed since my escape, and the four walls around me feel like they are shrinking by the hour. I am currently hunkered entirely down in Rocco’s cramped apartment, slowly and painfully going stir-crazy from the suffocating confinement. My wolf paces relentlessly inside my mind, scraping her claws against the edges of my sanity. Shifters