Malia
“Are you okay?” I turned to ask Sierra for probably the tenth time since leaving her house today. Her leg hadn’t stopped bouncing, from the continuous tap of her foot on the rubber floor mats of my car. Her teeth gnawed away at her bottom lip, making no effort to hide the nerves that were shuddering through her body. As much as she was trying to show me a good side, to show me that she was fearless and this had no effect on her, we both knew she was taking a huge risk right now, and she was utterly terrified.
“Let’s just get this over with,” she muttered, unclipping the seatbelt. We’d been sitting in the parking lot outside the pack house for a few minutes now. I wasn’t sure if she was ready to go inside. Honestly, I’m not even sure if I was ready for what was to come. Talking to
