Right after breakfast, which was seriously awkward because I took Rose down today, we headed to the infirmary to visit Avery. They had better get used to her because now this was her home and she didn't need to stay locked in her room because people here were assholes. Not after being locked in one goddamn pack for years. As always, I was holding her hand and I think it was something that was now turning into an annoying habit of mine. I gazed down at her and she seemed distracted, her long hair tied into a thick ponytail, making her look even younger.
"Everything alright?" I asked softly. Rose gazed up at me and slowly nodded.
Liar.
"Scared of what Avery would say?" I muttered, somehow knowing that was what must be bothering her.
"No," she shook her head.
"It will be fine," I as
