Astor had been pacing in his room, hands behind his back while his green eyes stared at the floor. He didn't know for how long he had been doing that, how many short steps he had taken until he heard the doorbell ring until his head snapped at the clock on his wall and then towards his balcony door. He pulled the curtains aside, seeing that the sky had already turned dark, the moon high above their head, watching them.
He did not have to wonder who was knocking at their door, he was already aware. Taking a deep breath he headed towards his door. All of them, were downstairs, waiting. Astor's hand lingered close to the door handle, his fingers slightly shaking at the thought of seeing people from his pack. He had so bravely told Ren he wanted to be the one to welcome them but now he felt as if his feet were rooted to the floor, his limbs so weak he couldn't even open his own door.
