Barry and Pete.
Oh no. This feels like history repeating itself.
I do not like it when Barry and Pete are fighting each other, blow to blow. It's already enough that they do not talk to each other, I can't handle bloody scenes, it gives me headache and upsets my stomach.
I rushed out of my room, almost pushing Freya down to the ground but I think she's got her werewolf strenght to thank or she might have had her small butt hitting the ground strongly.
I started to run down the stairs, using a strange speed I do not know I possess but now is not the time to think about that.
When I got to the entrance of the door, I remembered I do not know where the fight was taking place. I turned around, colliding my chest with Freya's who's been hotly running behind me. She squealed annoyingly when our chests made contact.
"Where are they?" I asked with labored breathing, ignoring the physical contact and her ear bursting noise.
