LANDON
“Is there a problem Landon?”
“Ermm... no, actually I’m sorry for badging in. I thought I heard something, and I knocked but there was no response so I thought to be sure you’re safe. Are you okay?”
“Of course I’m okay Landon. I should be asking you. You seem to be hearing things that randomly do not exist. You and I know that the pack house is always protected, so yes, I’m safe.” She threw her arms in the air to emphasize the fact.
I am not f*****g crazy. I know what I heard. But let’s assume she’s right.
“I’m glad you are.” She raises her hand to ward off some loose strands of hair from her face, and I notice fresh bruises on her right hand, mostly her knuckles and some other spots, having fresh blood dripping out of them.
“Are you okay Bri? You have some cuts on your hand.
