He was going stir crazy staying indoors all of the time at Perdita’s house. I felt bad for him, but I knew he was the best protection for her, apart from me. I didn’t trust anyone else to protect her as well. I didn’t trust anyone else to care at all. Keeping Perdita and Amelia safe was about the only thing constantly in my head. My family hadn’t exactly proved themselves to be good at that. It was frustrating to be a creature that could hurt and maim, yet be incapable of protecting the people I cared about because of the stupid rules made up by the adults in our lives. Ever since the fight between my family and those wilder werewolves, I’d felt different, as though I could handle myself. When I had seen the wolf go for Perdita, something clicked in my head, made me realise I would do anything, anything at all, to stop her from being harmed. Byron seemed as edgy as I was once we made it to the park. It had definitely been too long since we’d hunted together. It wasn’t that I really wanted to do it, but the wolf became a little harder to manage if I didn’t let him out occasionally.
