After finally wrapping up my assignments, I perched myself on the windowsill to enjoy a cigarette. As I sat there, I noticed some trees rustling beneath my window. Peering down, I spotted several warriors in wolf form hanging around outside my house. They occasionally glanced up at me, but for the most part, they avoided eye contact.
Once I finished my cigarette, I closed the window, crawled into bed, and turned off the lights, ready to drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I overslept and skipped my jog. Instead, I quickly got dressed for school and headed downstairs to grab a cup of coffee. Mom and Walker had already left, so I sat at the table, trying to process everything that had unfolded the day before. My entire experience at the packhouse and my time with Landon was really starti
