Nessa walked with strides larger than usual, impatient to get to her destination. Her hands swayed on either side of her body, the sun setting above casting its long shadows on the road behind. The air was cool on her face. Riley would have shuddered in her place. As a werewolf, she was born with more tolerance to harsh climates and winter had only begun. Soon she would be able to sense better. A week and half, she thought sullenly.
When she had first received Jordan's text, disappointment had flooded her brain, mixed with confusion and mild grief. That night after learning of the fight, she had stopped by Niall's house. He complained of slight pain in his back where Jordan had kicked him and for some reason, Nessa never asked Niall how it had started. He was in a sour mood. She missed h
