Connie pulled and chewed the ropes that bound her until she was exhausted. Troublesome growled and kept a watchful eye on her the whole while. The wolf was particularly on edge as she looked out the window across the expanse of Millfields. Her master was still not home. Her green eyes gleamed as the light of the moon kissed her sad face. The wolf knew that it was indeed Connie whom she was guarding, and she even detected the faint scent of her mate on Connie's black gown. Troublesome wondered why Connie did not remember her nor her master. She had always been nice and sweet to the wolf in the past, but now she yelled and spat at her whenever Troublesome would even come close. It was very confusing. Connie had almost chewed through the first of the ropes, and her jaw was sore from the effor