As I walked into our small living room, everything was in its correct spot, but everything was different. It was still the small room that it had been yesterday with beige wallpaper and little budded flowers. Everything else in the room—the couch, chairs, tables, lamps—were just the same as they were before. But, somehow, it all seemed different. Nothing had changed, but everything had.
I was surprised that the pack was already there, waiting in the small room, crammed into the little spot. Some were sitting on the floor, some on the furniture, and others were leaning against the walls, all wearing looks of concern.
"It's about time you got here," Raina mumbled under her breath.
"Can it, Raina," I said as everyone laughed.
Raina started to get up, but Micah held her back and she sat back down.
Austin smirked, but Micah hit him hard in the stomach with an elbow to shut him up. Austin cleared his throat.
