Chapter 12
FINNLEY'S POV
Everyone seemed to move around the pack house as though they were walking on egg shells.
My brows were furrowed in concern as I walked around hoping to catch up with whatever had happened within the last few days.
Since I was nearly non-existent, I easily blended in with everyone else as they carried out their duties, but something felt... odd.
People spoke in whispers, the hallways were cleared in seconds when someone whispered that an elder was coming and even the children were not running around as much anymore.
Nearly all the people I walked past held their shoulders tensely. Some of them kept flickering their eyes around uneasily while others moved with stiff, hurried steps, as though they didn't want to linger in the hallways.
My heart ached to see
