"I hope you're able to work and finish some of the cases that have come in," said Mr. Levy as we sat at the dinning table with him to enjoy our breakfast.
I had recovered physically but not emotionally. It was as if something was preventing me from returning to myself—for several days, I locked myself in my room, didn't want anyone to come, and unknowingly cried uncontrollably.
"Do you want to know my opinion?" asked Tabitha when I arrived at the office. She couldn't stand seeing me in that state. "Someone is holding back the pain that you eventually feel. Strangely, you don't have a wolf, so you shouldn't have any special abilities. Yet you do."
I'd heard those words countless times before. In the end, she said something I didn't want to hear at all.
"Dexton loves you, Shenna."
