ival. There wasn’t any sign of Chloe and the children. They must have gone into their living quarters to

ne had propped it up on my pillow. It looked important. I emptied the contents onto the crisp white sheets, finding the keys to the car, Peter’s email ad

uchscreen to answer the call. “H

ust checking in with you to

town today and picked up a couple of bits

g a spend-a-holic, poking fun at me.

uch as you like. You’ve earned it,” s

her few minutes bef

he. I took some pain meds to sleep it off. Then I woke around 10 p.m., drenched with sweat, so I took a shower to freshen up. My mind flitted from one thought to the next, overthin

used my hairdryer, so I opened the window, thinking that would help. My room is filled with the scent of fresh forest pine. I found it calming. I loved the smell of the outdoor

ld see wolves roaming around the grounds. It would be amazing if I caught evidence on my second night here. I struggled to see a thing in the pale moonlight. The trees cast eerie shadows

than in daylight. The thought of spotting one so soon made me buzz with excitement. I had to be careful

ing orbs among the foliage. I blinked for a second letting my eyes adjust to the dark, then I leaned out of the window to get a better look. Just as I suspected, wolves were prowling around down there. One of them stepped onto the l

r maybe their food source was depleting. Whatever the circumstances, the university would want to hear about it. I darted downstairs in a hurry, only stopping to pull on my footwear. It wouldn’t do me any good to go traipsing through the garden in my bare feet. I flung the camera strap over m

oss the green with their dicks flopping about. No naked men waiting in the wings to dra

l it was a ‘he’ by the size of his bollocks. Everything about him was big. He stood as tall as a horse and as wide as a bear. I clicke

hurt you,” I murmured, gett

shudder. I zoomed in, focusing all my attention on the wolf through the lens, and that’s when I saw it too little too late – in the reflection