"Riv, please go away." I groan, throwing a pillow at the man's head as I bury myself in the warm blankets, seeking the cover of darkness and more sleep. It's been a week since arriving at Hidden Claws, the experience still bitter, with the horrid memories from my childhood making fulfilling this request for aid hard. The second request of looking for Soulless adding stress to my already stressful job as I spend nights running around no-mans land outside pack territory to look for evidence of the Soulless caravan and their possible leader. Last night being such a night that left me coming to the guest house at four in the morning and exhausted with the need for sleep.
"Come on, Gem. You've been distant from me after the last few days. I just want to come cuddle with you and talk." Ariv
