Trevor’s POV
The sun set hours ago, and the moon has even come out to play, but I’m still yet to make it to where I’m supposed to pass the night after the blow up with my parents. It’s Friday night, I can hear people my age unwinding in at least four small parties around the pack, but not even the idea of drinking till I forget where my hands are seems remotely appealing to me.
So I start to walk, aimlessly.
Maybe not entirely aimlessly since I somehow end up on the other side of the pack from where I’m supposed to be. I’m met with rows of cabins on either side of the road, and if I pass a handful more houses, I’ll find myself right in front of Sireen’s house.
‘Bad idea.’ That is what the voice in my head says, but I still don’t stop walking. With how dark it is out here, the only two
