The girl was not to be seen until the next morning. Vanessa had escape to her new room. There had she closed the door and then sunk down on the floor by the bed. Later that evening had things finally starting to sink in and Vanessa felt hot tears fall. This time did she not stop them but let them fall. That night was the first she cried for many years. The sob was deep, heartbroken and quietly.<br/>Vanessa cried for her lost wolf. Cried for her pain. For her hurting soul... and for her new freedom. This evening did she cried herself tired.<br/><br/>At some point she must have fallen asleep. It was still dark when she woke up and with some slightly surprise found herself in the bed. She couldn't recall that she went to bed. Vanessa sat up in her bed. She still wore the dress from last day. That didn't bother her. Vanessa rub her eye and then let out a deep sigh. It felt like her heart had become a bit lighter.