Zayde's Point of View
My desk lamp casts long shadows across the room. Papers and maps are spread out in front of me, but the words blur together and nothing sticks. I sigh, leaning forward, resting my elbows on the desk, my fingers laced together as I rest my forehead against it.
My mind is stuck on Lindsay and the vampire nest.
After our conversation with Lindsay, Scott and Jack insisted that I came back to the pack, saying they could take care of it if anything were to happen. I knew they were right, I had things to do back here, but still, I was worried and now, I can't focus on anything else.
I lean back in my chair with another sigh, rubbing my eyes. I quickly glance at my phone, for the hundredth time since we came back. No message. No new updates from Joe or Scott. Just silen
