The Crushed Phone

Elowen

I tied my boots tighter, the rough laces biting into my skin. Mitchell stood in the doorway of the armory, shaking his head, his arms crossed over his chest. He tried to talk me out of patrolling the moment the words left my mouth back in the woods, but I needed a physical distraction. My blood ran hot, my inner wolf pacing restless circles inside my mind. I wanted my raging, unfulfilled h