#Chapter 127 Tyler

I hated it. I really did, but I didn't think sending him a message or calling him now would help. In the end, I decided that I needed sleep. Or at least to try. I made my way to my room, stripped off my clothes, and crawled into bed. The blankets were cold against my skin, but I curled beneath them, hugging one of the pillows close. I closed my eyes. Sleep came quickly, but not peacefully. At first, it was just darkness. Then water again. My mother’s voice, faint and distant. The memory was clearer this time. Much clearer. It wasn't the wind, Helen, that I heard per se, but wolves. There had been other people there. Other eyes. Run. I had to run. I was running through the house, but I didn't know where I was supposed to be going or how fast I needed to go. My mother was nearby. Fighting. The scratching and clawing of wolves on tile. We broke out into the sunshine. The howling of wolves turned into a bristling wind. Howling. Then I was floating. Flying. And crashing into t