Chapter 12

Nemophilist

n. A haunter of the woods; one who loves the forest and it's beauty and solitude.

The elderly woman, Cora, had explained to me the dynamics of the pack. She gave me a whole list of do's and dont's and although I was nodding and humming at her words, I wasn't listening.

I didn't appreciate the way she was ordering me around already. I can honestly see where Aurelius gets it from.

"So how did your talk go?" She asked. I was about to nod and hum again when I realised what she was asking.

"Talk with who?" I asked. Aside from the doctor interrupting us halfway to give me some meds, it had been Cora and I alone in my hospital room the whole time.

"With my grandson," she answered like it was obvious.

"It went okay," I shrugged. My chest began to ache thinking over his cold indifference to my pain and the threat he blackmailed me with.