~Storme~
I wasn't supposed to be out here.
I wasn't supposed to be looking for her.
I pulled my hoodie up as I crossed the back gardens of the Pack House, my boots crunching on the gravel. Even at night, the Pack House buzzed with life. The windows glowed with light, I could hear faint music somewhere in between, and some couple arguing nearby about infidelity, but I moved like a ghost through it all.
Even though I wasn’t supposed to, I’d learned something in life. Sitting and waiting for the answers to come to you doesn’t work out so well. Sometimes, you need to take the step no matter how dangerous it would be, just the same way I’m taking some steps to Geniee’s place a few days after recovering.
"Geniee," I called out quietly when I spotted her near the west courtyard in front of h
