John
I entered the pack house already agitated, my nerves buzzing like a live wire. All I wanted was to get to my room, take a long shower hot enough to burn the day off my skin, then come back downstairs and stuff myself with food like a starving wolf I was, then bury myself in sugar and junk while watching random movies until my brain turned to mush – a perfect evening of not thinking.
As I walked toward the stairs, Nico came out of the kitchen and headed in the same direction. The moment I saw him, my steps halted like someone had yanked an invisible leash. He looked at me, really looked, his eyes scanning my face as he kept walking. There was no "hi" or "how are you" – but Nico had always been like that, more in his own head, quietly observing, brooding. I wanted to be angry at him b
