Emptiness

It's the weekend, and without Ryker here to train me, I make myself useful in other ways. I spend all of my time in the library - I research everything I can think of to research, and then I read some more. 

And when the halls are empty and everyone goes to sleep, I run down to where my Transfiguration class is held to practice shifting and don't stop until I no longer have the energy to try again. My wolf is quiet, healing herself from the blow we were dealt, but we push on. Focusing on making us stronger and better on our own. 

  I skipped training with Morwenna on Sunday, and she didn't seek me out either. 

I haven't really slept, but my body hasn't wanted to anyway. I would be thankful for the break from my nightmares, but with or without my eyelids being closed, I seem to be in a nightmare either way. Reality contains its own special kind of terribleness these days.