"I'm dying, don't tell Angry."
Lance, worried, had taken her up to the castle so that she could meet the doctor.
The doctor had let out a laugh. He'd gone outside and whispered something to Lance.
Lance came in with a cupcake and a hot water bottle.
The blood would come every month now, he'd explained.
She was angry, angry because if she'd had a mother she would know these things. She wouldn't feel this stupid, this lost.
In the woods, a cloud of light appeared in front of her.
The light started to take the shape of a wolf.
