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With… a password bubble.
I made a face.
What the hell would his password be?
How was I supposed to know?
Maybe if I managed to read the damn journal, I’d figure it out.
I tried a few things; Ford, werewolf, wolf, beta, Elliot, Jesse…
But nope, that didn’t work.
I only managed to get myself locked out for ten minutes.
With a heavy sigh, I shut the laptop again and wrestled my way back out of the chair.
Ford was waiting by the door, his head crooked to the side, as he watched me. I stepped past him, my leg brushing up against his side as I went back to the bed.
I grabbed the journal, pen, and paper, then opened the book up to the last page that had been filled out, rather than the first one I’d opened to a few minutes earlier.
My eyes squinted, and I tried to read over the first few letters at the top of the page.
Was that a…
Oh, shit.
It was a date!
Victory pulsed through me, and I grinned down at the journal.
One by one, I picked the numbers out.
1-27-22.
I looked around for my phone, trying to figure out what the date was, but then remembered that Ford had eaten the damn thing.
Oh well, I knew it was currently one of the final days of January, which meant Ford had scribbled all of these incomprehensible words somewhere between one and four days earlier.
Hell, there was a chance he’d even written in it that exact day, if he had journaled before he went to the sub shop with his buddies.
Getting my paper ready, I slowly and painstakingly began transferring the letters on the first page onto the second one. It took some time, but I started moving quicker the longer I continued. By the time I finished, I was grinning again, looking down at an entire page written by the guy who was apparently supposed to be my mate.
It said:
1-27-22
My wolf is getting restless.
He’s taking over more often, and when he takes over, he’s more violent.
I glanced over at Ford, who had jumped up onto the bed at some point.
The wolf just stared back at me.
He didn’t seem violent to me, at least, not when I wasn’t trying to get away from him. Even then, the worst he’d done was eaten my phone, sat on me, and growled at me. That was annoying, but not violent.
And hadn’t Teagan told me a few times already that it was actually impossible for the wolf to hurt me?
