It was five minutes after two and the bell was about to ring for school to end. Falcon stood outside of Crescent High and waited for Alora. He initially thought to wait inside, wanting to wander the seemingly mysterious hallways of the large and prestigious high school but decided against it.
He leaned against the wall that led to the entranceway of the secondary school, lighting a cigarette as he placed his hand to the stone surface next to him. Ever since the scent that emanated from the Luna and her mate, Falcon found himself using his ability of object memory to search through the school’s foundational history to find answers. There was obviously something in that school that they were more than likely hiding. Had to be-or at least that was what his gut told him.
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