There was never butterflies.
Just fire.
***
The drive is four hours. I sit in the front, next to Atlas, while Lilah chats in the back. She fills in the silence. Talking about the pack. "The Alba Rosa pack is the fifth largest pack in North America," I turn to her, my eyes wide with the news. I'm Luna of this pack.
She sees my fear and laughs, "Don't worry, we have a good system set in place, and everything runs smoothly."
I nod, but the growing uneasiness only rises more and more within my chest as Lilah continues speaking. "I have a mother, her name is Grace. My father's name is John- don't mind him, he can be an ass sometimes. And I have a twin sister named Quinn. We aren't tight or anything and we can't read each other's mind like you would think."
She continues on and on, talki
