Lyla
I left the training ground and wandered back to the Packhouse.
As soon as I reached, my steps slowed when a familiar scent reached me–it was Ramsey's. What was he doing back to the Packhouse this early? He usually came back every night and not in the evening.
Curiously, I followed his scent until it stopped at a partially open door that was Ramsey's den. I opened the door slowly without making a sound. Peeking inside, I saw him.
He was slumped in a chair, his head resting on his right hand sleeping. Although his expression looked peaceful, I could see how exhausted he was. Dark circles framed his closed eyes and his shoulders were sagged in a way I'd never seen before.
I hesitated at the door. I should leave right and let him sleep. This was the first time I was seeing him since I came to his pack. I knew he was avoiding me because of Cassidy, but still… thinking about it made me sad.
