Almara’s POV
Not knowing where to go, I head to the only place I feel safe. Bess’s house. Technically this is on my search party route. Bess’s house is a nostalgic place for both me and Arthur.
I knock on Bess’s rounded white door and hear feet shuffling about inside. I take a step back and feel the warmth of Bess’s cottage-like home welcome be as she opens the door.
“Oh, goodness dear. Come in. Come in.” Bess urges me inside. I didn’t even have to open my mouth for her to be able to read my demeanor.
I’ve been in Bess’s home many times before and always thought it was a simple, cute, grandmother home. One that’s cozy with knitted blankets, wicker baskets, and a faint smell of cookies.
It’s so wholesome which is why I never associated her being related to the Hurricane Pack, which is
