Chapter- Thirty Four
There is something about the way kids laugh, all high pitched screeching and scrunchy eyes tuning out the rest of the world, so oblivious, innocent and happy to be caught up in whatever silly little thing that had fascinated their attention. It’s one of those things Astrid never noticed before; kids laughed, human or werewolf, it was just normal, maybe the elders frowned upon it when they got too loud, it was mere background noise in the daily motion of things. She never thought she would take the effort nor have time to sit there and listen to someone laugh.
But there she was, sitting in a garden bloomed to the hilt once the snow melted away, watching intently at the kids playing under the shade of a large tree. She was a little surprised; Astrid doesn’t recall Co
