Lexi sat opposite a sullen Tom, a bouquet of vintage peach peonies lay on the table in front of her. Tom had been quiet since barging into her room, dumping the flowers in her arms and marching over to the sofa, before flopping down in a huff. A strange atmosphere buzzed between them and Lexi fidgeted uncomfortably not quite sure how to deal with the young wolf. Tom stared out ahead clearly occupied with his thoughts and failed to notice Lexis look of concern.
A knock at the door broke the silence, startling Tom. He looked over to a serene Lexi, his expression clear. He didn’t want to be found. She nodded her head, a strange feeling filled her as she felt useful. A stark change from the recent events that made her hide in her room. The door tapped again, harder than the first time.
“Ha
