Gwen
Gwen sat by the window, staring out at Tulsa. Faith had gone out, searching for Zac again. Gwen felt bad, because she wasn't helping. Every night, Faith would come home, battered, bruised, tired, but still, the next day she'd go out and hunt again. Gwen knew that she should go back to New York. But she wasn't ready.
Would she ever be?