ELENA
“Wait for me,” I tell Nadine, rolling my eyes at the conflict. He is the least person I expected to pull this stunt, it seems his memory needs to be juggled.
I push out of the chair and move toward the large shelf on my right. It towers the length of a full glass window with a sliding ladder attached to the edge. I scan through the sections, the various thickness of the books till I land on the section I need: Laws.
I run my fingers carefully till I finger the spine of the pack constitution: a thick green book emblazoned with the logo of our pack and containing every single law that governs us including the distribution of the powers and responsibilities of each member.
I pull it out, the old pages smelling of age and dust, and tuck it under my arm. Literally armed with the law,
