Chapter .17.

The day will be what you make it,  so rise like the sun,  and burn.  ~William C. Hannan *** It's almost a twenty minute drive. "This is an exception for today. Tomorrow we'll shift and travel while we are wolfs." My eyes widen as I look out the window. I want to say something. I'm building up my courage to tell him- that I've only shifted when I was 17 and my wolf hated it. Hated me. She wanted to go back and get away and never resurface again. But I don't know how to form the words and before I can control the erratic beating of my heart and think of the best words to say- Atlas is already pulling into a long dirt drive. I wasn't able to hear what he told his father. I didn't even know he still had a father. Soon a lake comes into view. I awe at the sight, the water beautiful in the morning. I want to paint it. To paint the various shades of blue, green and white. There is even a porch overlooking the lake- a place where