#Chapter 177 – Midnight Visitor

My wolf yips inside of me, suddenly incredibly eager and awake, turning in circles as we walk closer and closer to Jackson’s door. Suddenly, I stop in the hallway, my jaw falling open as I look down at my chest – where she lives, alongside my spirit. “You little brat!” I whisper aloud, appalled at her. She snickers, of all things – god, can wolves even snicker? “You were just pretending to be sleepy!” My wolf doesn’t answer me, just curls up demurely in my soul and crosses her paws, prim. I laugh and roll my eyes, propelled forward, deciding not to think about it. I’ve had quite a bit to drink, after all – I probably won’t get anywhere anyway. The hallway is cool and dark as I tiptoe up to the door I know is Jackson’s – the big suite in a quiet part of the palace where mom thought he’d be comfortable. Biting my lip a little, excited and anxious at once, I step close to the door and raise my fist, giving a quick little rap before whipping my hands behind my back. At first, for a lo