Rieka
We finally arrived back at the pack house after a long, emotional rollercoaster of a night. Waya, Amar, and I (or should I say Lupa?) walked towards the porch, and it looked like there was going to be a standoff between Sam and some strange woman, who was lucky to be 5 feet tall.
I was shocked when the short female turned and looked at me with excitement in her icy blue eyes that were almost silver. Her bangle bracelets clinked as she moved. She almost looked like a gypsy, with her flowing patched black skirt and snug blue tank that complimented her black to indigo ombre hair. "Finally! You're back! I could really use your assistance right now. Sam is being, well, Sam. I've been standing out here for I don't know how long!"
"It hasn't been that long. And as far as I'm concerned, y
