Setting The Wolf Free - Sequel to The Wolf Inside

Setting The Wolf Free - Ch 11

Hey guys!! I'm so, so, so happy! I'm so grateful that you all responded to what I said at the end of Chapter 10 :D

In only about six hours, Chapter 10 had 60 votes and 33 comments!! :D

Thank you so much you guys, it really made me so happy to know that you aknowledged what I was saying xD  I really, really appreciate all the voting and comment writing that you did, it's awesome!!!

I'm still really sick, but as a thank you, I typed up the next chapter for you ;P Hopefully you like it........I do enjoy adding twists and surprises............ >;P

Lol, the pic made me laugh xD--->

Ashley’s POV

 

 

I turn over on my bed, tucking my arm underneath my head and staring solemnly out of the window. I hadn’t bothered closing the curtains earlier.

It’s not like I really need to anyway.

I see the moon sitting comfortably in the black sky, wispy clouds floating past and smothering its glow for a few seconds.

The few stars that I can actually see, thanks to the lights lining the streets outside, twinkle prettily in the night.

I hear a couple of crickets chirping away noisily outside, almost like they’re trying to outdo each other. Well, they could be for all I know I guess.

I feel my eyelids drooping, before I suddenly jump, not wanting to fall asleep.

Releasing a sigh, I sit up and shake my head, reaching up to rub my tired eyes.

“This is ridiculous” I mutter, sitting on the edge of my bed and dropping my head into my hands. “I’m gonna die if I don’t get some sleep…..”

‘Go to sleep then…..’ a low voice suggests, making me pause.

“Yeah right” I mumble sarcastically, rolling my eyes and pushing myself up from my bed, being careful not to trip over anything that may be lying on my floor. “You’d just love that.”

‘You’re being ridiculous’ the voice reasons innocently, the dark undertone almost unnoticeable. ‘If you’re tired, sleep.’

I shake my head again, kneeling down in front of my dresser and resting my forehead against the cool wood for a moment.

It feels nice, soothing my dull headache.

“And once I’m asleep” I say wearily, pulling a drawer open and rifling around through its contents, “You’re just going to sit back and sing nursery rhymes Hakuba?”