Skylar.
My mind wasn't at rest, even as I sat on the comfortable bed in one of the rooms in Ridgewood pack house.
How could it be? When I was in a situation so grave, even my life couldn't be assured of safety. Every night from now on, I'd have to sleep, knowing that it could be my last. This very pack, which Conrad has deemed our new sanctuary, could be the very cause of our doom.
Conrad walked in, carrying my luggage box and his own box of belongings that he'd packed from his apartment. He slumped on the bed next to me after setting the bags down.
"Whoa Skylar, today's really been intense, right?" He said but I didn't respond. He sat up and shifted closer to me, clasping his hand over my fidgeting hands.
"Tell me," he said solemnly.
I heaved a sigh before speaking, "I don't trust
