As I walked back home, I couldn't help but process all of the information from a while ago.
The flying crows pack. It sounded so spooky but I have never heard of it.
And Cyrus was the leader.
The only person I could think of who would have more information about it was Andrew but he's not home.
I don't know what he does these days. He's just never at home. He didn't even bother to look for me.
I feel as if a distance had suddenly been put between us and we're not as close as how we used to be but maybe it's for the better.
A stone was suddenly thrown in front of me. The lines on my forehead deepened as I picked it up to find a note attached to it. The words were hardly readable and written in blood but it read,
"You're being followed."
I sighed deeply. Now I can't even live a pea
