She made me nervous. There was something about her that I didn’t trust. And after staying with her those few days, I found her behavior to be more and more erratic. She would be happy one minute and furious the next. Her mood swings and my lack of sleep were making for an explosive mix. Every night I lay awake listening to the sound of the wolf outside. The silence-shattering howl made the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention. Terrifying. I would dream of it tearing down the door and ravaging the insides of the cottage. What it did to the men on the road, and what it did to Rose’s lovely face made me queasy. We sat at the table silently with coffee warming our fingers. “We need to find you some more clothes,” Chester said to me. “These are fine, really.” “They know what you are wearing, stupid,” Rose mumbled. I nodded in defeat. “Rose, do you have anything she may borrow?” “As if I’m ever going to get it back?” “Excuse me. Do you have anything that she may have?”
