Chapter20

Carrie’s Point of View After my unnamed mate left, with nothing much to do, I wallowed in memories of how my awful choices had led me to being trapped in his trailer. Finally, I snapped myself out of it and spent the remainder of my morning messing up his home as much as possible. Honestly, the mess was starting to get to me, too, but I wasn't about to just give in and accept the unacceptable. I made sure I was sprawled out in his easy chair by the time he returned. He had not been able to sit in it even once since I had been trapped here. I put on the most annoying cartoon I could find and cranked up the volume in an effort to annoy him more. The high-pitched voices bothered my ears and annoyed my wolf, but reaching my goal was worth the pain. My reward was swift when he came in the door and flinched at either the excited chirping on the television or the mess all over his counters. As always, I had been limited by his sparse possessions, but I had made do as creatively as possible. "