The Ruins and the Future

Lyra

The hotel suite felt like a cage with clean sheets.  I’d tried to make it mine, dragging the blankets off the bed, piling them in a corner, stacking pillows around, but it wasn’t the same.  No matter how I clawed at it, this place would never be home.

My wolf pressed against my skin, pacing. Nest. Den. Safe. Every instinct ran into the same wall: I had no place to build one. The estate was no