***Ella***
Mid-afternoon I refresh the response for disclosure.
The response is currently at sixty-two percent, which perks me up significantly. I nod anxiously. Things are coming together, but I have a sense of dread that I cannot shake at the moment.
Something...isn't right and I can't put my finger on it.
I've taken the afternoon off as I had a lot of owed hours; it was time to go see someone I had been avoiding lately.
I step outside the patio doors, rolling my shoulders back to allow my great silvery wings to unfold from inside my back. I shortly take flight, flying half a mile away across the pack grounds to a little cottage on the river's edge.
I set myself down neatly in front of the pathway to the front door and I walk up to the door and knock. Eventually I hear footsteps on
