Kay-Lyn

I laid awake on their couch for hours that night. Killer laid across my feet, his tail thumping against my leg every few minutes. He looked at me, then fell asleep. I sighed softly, shivering, despite the warmth of the blankets that covered me. I felt cold, numb, dirty. Worst, I felt alone. This wasn't the first time something like that had happened. I wish it were, but it wasn't. I always remembered it so clearly afterwards too, which was worse. Because I couldn't tell no one. Because if I told them, it'd spark a rumble worse than any I've seen before – and I'd seen some pretty rough rumbles in my short 19 years of life. I finally deci