It was a risky course of action, but no more so than any other.
And all Amanda had to do was mail an envelope.
You still can’t remember why you came to Wolf Lake.
Roughing it has never been your forte, not even overnight. Never mind for a whole month in a rustic cabin. The atmosphere’s so gloomy, and it can’t be good for your snowy-white hair.
You still wonder how you let Sandra talk you into this…
“I’m not sure what to do for her. She’s so worried about Terri.”
“I’ll bet.”
“I can’t figure her out. Of all things, why wolves?”
“They’re beautiful creatures, you know.”
“Oh, yeah, absolutely. She’s got real talent; they’re so lifelike and…I don’t know…”
“Primal? Savage?”
“Yeah. Like they were gonna leap out at me and tear my throat out.”
“C’mon, you know they’re not like that. They’ve just got a bad rep. Kinda like sorority chicks.”
“Don’t start…”
“I won’t, I won’t. She’ll snap out of it eventually. Worst case scenario, she ends up with a grant.”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t sweat it. Thanks, Wendy.”
“Anytime.”
Zoe had been off the pills for three days.
Three days filled with vivid, palpable dreams. Dreams of insane behavior and unreal events.
Even as she lay awake, she could taste the headiness of blood in her mouth. Her ears rang from the incessant howling.
Most of all, the woman, the one who was at the very least a friend, haunted her every second. She was the one that had been lost, the one she mourned. Somehow, something very important died with her…
KNOCK KNOCK “Mail call!”
Zoe jumped halfway out of her skin. She steadied her breathing, enough to reach over and open the door.
“Package for ya,” the young lady smiled.
“Thanks, Leslie,” Zoe nodded.
No return address was on the large manila envelope. Curious, she undid the brad and tore open the top.
She shook it open, letting the leather-bound book and open-faced note plop onto the bed.
MEET ME AT THE WOLF LAKE MAIN CAMPGROUNDS TONIGHT.
WE HAVE A LOT TO DISCUSS.
A FELLOW SURVIVOR
“Hmmm,” she mused, as her eye caught the book.
She felt like she’d been shot in the head with a cannonball.
Tears streamed her face as she read her life, cover to cover.
“Caitlin,” she sobbed.