Book Three in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝And she thought they were heartless monsters.❞
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She had nightmares about the creatures that lurked in the night and howled to the moon. One of them nearly killed her once and since the accident, s...
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She woke to tiny shuffles of noise.
At first, she blinked through the disoriented vision of her living room ceiling, and then she groaned at how horrible her body felt. Her skin still whispered with the stinging pain of the cold and biting snow, her limbs feeling as though ice had taken home in her bones.
Overall, she was utterly exhausted and she had no clue how she had found her way home last night. She couldn't remember anything past wandering. She listened to the silence that surrounded her, a few soft cackles came from the fire she didn't remember stoking, and then she groaned as she turned her head.
She was still dressed in her winter clothes and she became aware of the pool of water she was seated in, her entire body damp. She pulled off her gloves and gingerly rubbed at her eyes, then she yawned. She was halfway through stretching when a whine that wasn't her own made her freeze.
Suddenly, she remembered what had happened last night. She had found six wolf pups and brought them home with her. She flew upright on the couch and her eyes landed on the box settled by the fire. It shuddered and whimpered again. Her eyes grew wide and she practically flew over to the box. How could she have forgotten?
Six bundles of fur were huddled inside the box, settled on top of a blanket she must have put in for them, and she was momentarily stunned. Her mind was still foggy and she sat back on her heels to fully register what she had done.
She was terrified of wolves. She asked herself on what level of fear did she decide that it was a good idea to adopt wolf pups she had stumbled across. She hadn't the slightest idea as to how to care for them and she couldn't stop thinking about what her father would think.
She wanted to tell herself she made a grave mistake, but as she gazed back into the box, a wave of peace consumed her restless mind. She sighed, watching the young innocent creatures shift over one another for the best comfortable spot, and she came to the conclusion that she didn't regret saving their lives.
They continued to move within the confines of the box until one started to whimper again. As if the others were in agreement, she was suddenly hovering over a noisy pack of hungry wolf pups. They whined and mewled, called and whimpered, seeking for their mother to care for them. She knew what she had to do.
She quickly stood and shed her winter clothes before running upstairs for her laptop. She returned to the living room and pulled the box of pups over to the couch so she could sit down. She wasted no time in delving through the internet for answers. She was surprised to find several articles on how to feed and raise wolf pups.
The pups increased their whining and she glanced down at them, "I know, little ones, I'm trying. Just hold on."
At the sound of her voice, their pointed ears perked up and they instantly fell silent. She was quiet as well, curious about their behavior. They slowly went back to calling out when she didn't speak and she indulged back into her research.
