Sitting down cramped in a small dark room that smelled of panic and filled with the cry of babies while people fought for our lives did not sit well with me. Beside me, Clara wrung her hands together, cursing intermittently. She wasn’t back to normal yet. Her cheeks were still hollow and her eyes still tired. She flinched at every sound and let out an aura that kept everyone at least three feet away from her. In the crowded space of the leaky safe house of the pack, I marvelled at how she could keep anyone at a distance. To my other side, a man crowded into me, his sweaty armpit above my shoulder as we sat.
Hours had gone by. The Warriors on guard around the doors started to fidget, the kids wanted something other than chips to eat. The teenagers rolled their eyes till it got stuck at t
