LUCINA POV
Harold and I walked back to his house, enjoying the cool breeze of the night, silently. I kept stealing glances at him and noticed how he was trying his best to stop himself from saying something to me. It seems he had a lot to say but don't want to say it out which got me wondering why. The talkative young man is all of a sudden, quiet. There must be something big going on in the crazy head of his.
The air was filled with the scent of wolves running around while hiding in the dark. It's night, so it is the best time for we wolves to hunt. The thought of the wolves moving around got me thinking of old times when I go for hunt with my old rebellious pack. How I always get treated by them and how I always end up doing most of the hunt and only getting a little portion of it. Eve
