My body is cold. My hair is sticking to my neck, soaked from the rain. My clothes are ruined, my feet making a squishing noise in the shoes I wear as the storm has passed and the run is finished. With my teeth chattering, I rub my arms, heading back into the massive pack house as I take off my shoes. I'm one of the last to come back, watching Flynn head back to the house before I would head back in. Looking to the grand staircase, I rather take a left, heading down the hallways as I know where the back staircase is located.
Wringing out my hair, I find the back staircase, climbing the two flights of stairs as I reach the third floor. The second I push open the door, my eyes go wide, hunter green eyes connecting with my own. I'm screwed.
"Avoiding someone?" Flynn asks, crossing his arms a
