Chapter102

Madoka’s Point of View My memories of my time with Carrie were my anchor, no matter how much they felt like a reopened wound every time I thought about them. I was sitting in the pack dining hall and I scooped another bite from the plate on my tray and washed it down with water. While eating robotically, I thought for the millionth time that day how much I missed every aspect of Carrie. My wolf had gone listless after months of our separation. He wasn't dead, I could still feel him and could still use his power to shift, but his depression had left me largely alone in my own mind. If I relinquished control to my wolf, he would just lay there in a gloomy heap so I'd give up trying. The only time he felt a flicker of interest in life was during the full moon, so I timed my journeys to search for Carrie by running with my pack. Although even on those nights, he quickly lost interest and control slipped back to me. The full moon was tonight, and I was anxious about it because I was raring