The night was still, and Samantha found herself back the lake. A heavy sigh escaping her lips, her arms crossed, hugging her knees. Where are you? She thought to herself. It had been months, far to long since she had seen Jessy. Even after the tireless searching of the past seven months, Sam never gave up hope. A cricket was playing a sad song at the other side of the lake as the werewolves head dropped against her arms. A soft whisper pressed through the air. “I miss you.”
Jessy had been confused and heart-broken over the past months. She didn’t know what had happened or what had go on. She had all but given up hope on fixing their relationship. It had been to long and she no longer laughed or had emotion on her face. She didn’t know where to look anymore.