6 Amelia
The ninth floor of Werewolf Hall was mostly dark and the only lighting in the hallway was the dim lighting from the elevator and the gaps beneath doors to lit rooms. Despite this, I didn’t stumble on any of the cartons placed outside some doors or the box in front of room 912 because I had superior night vision like most supernaturals.
As I walked to the elevator, I could also hear a lot of activity behind doors. After all, werewolves have always been pack animals and today was our first day here. By tomorrow, most people would have successfully built their inner circle or cliques through tonight’s interactions facilitated by unhealthy amounts of booze, non-stop discussions and stupid games like truth and dare.
When I got to the first floor, I stood in the shadows of the larg
