~Otsana
Paul called me aside into the kitchen, his serious expression contrasting with the care I’d always seen in his eyes. He looked at me, clearly concerned, and I knew he was trying to dig for some vital information.
“Who are these people, Otsana? Could you please explain?” He continued, his worry evident. “The last time I checked, you only knew most members of the pack, and that’s it. These people haven’t been seen anywhere outside the pack. How did you even meet them? Or have you been sneaking out without telling me?”
“Paul…” I interrupted gently, but with a firmness that signaled I wasn’t a child anymore. “I’m not a kid, Paul, and I understand why you’re asking. You’re just trying to keep me safe, and I appreciate that more than you know. But you have to understand, I’m the moth
