The ceiling became the focal point of view as she lay there gazing up, waiting for her racing thoughts to ease.
The conversation had with her father earlier still lingered on her mind; bouncing from subject to subject until they landed on the one that trumped them all, as far as she was concerned.
She sighed, lifting up from the bed to prepare for the meeting that would be held soon, at the place a few yards from her father's boarded-up house, where the pack regularly met.
She took a quick shower and put on an army green mock neck, long sleeve cut out open front top that cut off a few inches above the scar that Alora had gifted her two years ago. She followed with a pair of matching fatigue jogger pants with black embellished pumps. She never dressed up and thought that
