After a few days of being here, it has felt different. Castiel and I really haven’t spent time together and after our little spat we haven’t talked either. I thought moving here with Castiel would be great but it’s not. I haven’t gone anywhere; I actually been stuck in my room; drawing and reading what books I have brought me with.
I was in the middle of drawing a wolf when someone had knocked on my door. I had put it to the side and got up from my bed and walked to the door. When I had opened the door, it was a woman with a pile of blankets in her arms.
“These are for you.” She told me handing me the pile of blankets. “Alpha ordered me to bring these up to you because its suppose to get cold this weekend, and this is one of the coldest rooms in this floor.”
“Well thank you, very much.
