Abby
After wandering down a narrow, dimly lit hallway in search of Karl, I push out into an equally narrow alley. The cold night air bites at my skin, but I can hardly feel it thanks to the beer in my belly. Furrowing my brow, I look around; and then I spot him.
I find him standing alone in the alley, a cigarette lit between his fingers. He’s leaning against the stone wall of the pub, and the dim light from a nearby streetlamp casts shadows across his face, revealing a contemplative expression.
“Go to him,” my wolf says. I’m not entirely sure why she’s so insistent tonight, but I don’t resist. Maybe it’s just the alcohol, or maybe I secretly want to be closer to him, too.
“Hey,” I murmur as I approach, pulling my sweater closer around my shoulders. “Thought I’d find you out here.”
