Nefretiri
When I reached the small house, I didn't shift.
Instead, I pawed and whined at the door, afraid she wasn't home. She might have been at the packhouse already. It wasn't late enough yet, but Yaya had spent more time helping the pack. They were scared, and they trusted her judgment and advice. So, coming here might've been a mistake, but I wanted to avoid talking with everyone around. How did I share this?
'Yaya, please!' I begged in my head. She couldn't hear me since my ability to mind-link was limited to Ivan. 'Yaya! Please be home!'
I couldn't see any lights on, which was disheartening, and the door was locked. So, I ran to the back and hoped she'd left the kitchen door open like she did when she was out. Thankfully, it was unlocked. I shifted and pushed the door open, walking into the dark house. Her scent was everywhere, but it was stale, meaning she hadn't been there in days.
