I grip the old fabric in my hands, looking back and forth through the corridor for any signs of Claec. Sure, he told me that he was needed for a meeting, but my trust in him was thin.
The hallway is silent as ever, which only makes it spookier, and definitely made my senses alert.
Even though my life wasn't a threat anymore, it was in another way. Claec was starting to like me more, inviting me in meetings with him about the pack, as long as I dress accordingly. Our conversations, though short, were becoming more casual than forced. He wasn't so freaked out about people possibly seeing me here, and even compromised on my outfit choice, going out to buy the material I needed to create the White Warrior outfit, only making me wear a black strip of cloth tied around my waist and not letting
