As though walking through thirty feet of grass without shoes would somehow kill me. I sat in the truck, watching the shifting colors of the sky as the sun set behind the trees. It was a relief to know that I wouldn’t be changing tonight- that I wouldn’t have to worry about transforming into a wolf again for another month. The desire that had flared up so unexpectedly for Jericho had now died down into a dull ache in the pit of my stomach. It was similar to hunger (and I was hungry) but this feeling was something else, too. I wondered when I would see him again. “Here you go, sweetheart,” Gram said, opening the passenger’s side door. She helped me slide the flip flops onto my bare feet, and even tried to support me as I climbed down from the truck. “I’m okay, Gram. Really. You don’t have to help me. I already feel so awful for what happened,” I told her uncomfortably, pulling my arm from her grasp. “I’ve already put you through so much. At least let me walk by myself.”
