13
Winter
The moment he left I started to pace. My bare feet padded against the plush rug covering the cold hardwood floor. Something was wrong. This was wrong. My skin itched with the need to keep moving. My muscles tensed and wouldn’t loosen no matter how much I moved. Deep in the back of my head, something told me to run. To hide. I slipped out of the bedroom. As more time passed, the feeling increased. I tried to put it off on nerves because I had just learned I was a latent shifter. I had an animal inside me and no idea what kind it even was. What if I wasn’t an animal that Quentin could be proud of? But if he cared for me at all, would it matter? Of course it would matter. Quentin grew up in a world where the one thing that mattered was status.
Quentin didn’t show me around before
