The Return of the Lost Wolf

Memories

 As I entered the small building I ripped off my necklace and threw it to the side. 

Did I even deserve it anymore? 

Wyatt disowned me, Willa is going to kill me if she sees me, and I have no pack. I cried out in frustration and pulled at my signature strand of white hair, willing it to go away. 

I flopped down onto the old bed that sat menacingly in the dark corner and a cloud of dust surrounded me instantly. I sneezed and sat up. 

Something across the room caught my eye; the moonstone shone blue, calling for me. I sighed and stood up, walking over to the necklace. As I reached down to pick it up something dripped onto the stone and sizzled away in an instant. 

I looked down at my arm remembering the scrape. Being back here suddenly brought back so many memories of pain and torture. 

Three years captive in this house, three years wishing that my pack would come looking for me, three years of endless hunger. I almost fell back as the memories hit me all at once. I snatched up the necklace and threw it over my head as I quickly exited the house.

"I thought I smelled something foul." I froze.