35. Like a real Luna
In the morning I put on a pair of jeans and black t-shirt, I fixed my hair into a messy bun and practically ran downstairs for breakfast. I put some pancakes on my plate and ate it all in less than ten minutes. Then with a quick 'Bye' to the rest of the table I was out the Pack House doors. I went straight to the Orphanage. It felt great, being useful. Blood Moon Pack Orphanage was a two story building in the same style as a pack house but a lot smaller and in a worse condition. I entered the building and inside was even worse than the outside. Walls were diry, and their paint was dim. Whole place looked quite depressing and obviously saw a better time it wasn't the interior I pictured for children to grow up in. I guess Keith really didn't have time to come here. My presence was soon
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