ALEK
There was something about the way Ahote was pacing about the room that made me nervous. He would walk around in circles in front of the bed, pause as stare at the wall, and maybe give me a smile if he caught my eyes before repeating the odd behavior again. I didn't know what he was pacing, but whatever it was certainly bothered him.
It was around eight at night, and a good chunk of the wolves had left the pack house for their own cabins and flats across the pack grounds. I could still hear some kids playing from the open window as they ran past it. Their laughs and shouts occasionally filled the small room that had once belonged to Honon that was now mine.
Ahote stopped in his tracks before running his fingers through his hair as he looked from the walls to the floor
