The wolves dispersed back to their caves, the sun was just getting ready to set. A small fire was going on in the middle of the community, some danced and sang around the fire. Ellie wanted to dance and run around with the others but she was still upset. She sighed and went to her new bedroom and started to unpack. 'He will never love you, he's just using you!' A voice screamed in her head. She listened to it. It was her own mind telling her that Micky would never love her now that she wasn't new and shiny. She was used and worn because of Alastair.