Crossing Borders
About three quarters of them are my fault.
As we make our way down the hallway, I see Lily glancing around at everything. When she was conscious and had walked this way, she hadn’t looked anywhere but her feet. But now, now her eyes darted around as if she was trying to suck in every aspect of the third floor. Well, it was a pretty boring floor thought. Just a bunch of closed bedroom doors and pictures of how the pack had begun. All the pictures are in grey and just reveal how we had gotten our pack name as well as reputation. Let’s just say, our ancestors were pricks. You killed to get your position and if someone even just looked at you in the wrong way, they were attacked.