Savannah: The Pack's Outcast
There was just the perfect amount of light to make her see the text of the book.
She began reading the first opening lines of the book but soon realized, to her annoyance, that the hum of voices she’d heard when she’d been beneath the balcony was not fainter here, as she’d hoped, but even louder—by some trick of architecture or sound---and clearer, and even more distracting. Oh damn. She snapped the book shut. Bits and snippets of conversation and groans…? Carried to where she sat. she tried to deafen herself, to block out the voices by focusing hard on the book, but she had never been good at reading in noisy areas, and to be honest, had always been easily distracted, and so in the end, she