As the sky darkened, she made a campfire and leaned against her backpack. She didn't understand why this region was abandoned and people had not retur...ed. It seemed peaceful enough. She relaxed and settled against her pack, all alone.Something moved in the shadows of the ruin as the sun was setting. Their powers grew stronger as the darkness loomed. And they were watching this knight who had made camp in the ruins of the desecrated chapel. Their powers were strongest within the walls of the. Lynn slid into a booth towards the back where it was mostly vacant. A few ‘truck’ drivers sat at the ‘bar’ and drank coffee and flirt with the petite young Native American waitress. She walked over towards Lynn with a pad in hand and a glass of water. The two truck drivers lightly whistled as they got the ‘wiggle’ while she was walking away strut, a big tip encouragement. The waitress set the glass of water down and then pulled the menu from the stand where it is kept on each table. Lynn smiled. "Aunt Gene woke me up at about six this morning," I began, "because Dad couldn't reach me by phone." I looked at my father. "I'd had a really rough day and was really tired. Anyway, I called him back and he told me some of what happened." I paused. "He also told me about the lost and injured." Seth came back into the room, his bottom lip a little puffy but no other signs of violence, sitting on the floor by my feet.Submissives are treasured in any pack because they tend to be less violent. It. I sat there in shock, trying to reconcile this needy, clinging woman at the table with the self-sufficient, forceful businesswoman I had married. Was being cooped up in her enforced convalescence having this profound an effect on her, or had she been sliding off the edge through the months and years of our estrangement with me none the wiser?About that time I heard footsteps on the stairs, and the nurse entered the dining room with a strongly disapproving look. "Please, Mr. Spencer, poor Janet.