Today was the day.
I felt horrible. My stomach kept flipping around and my heart decided to run a marathon. My nerves were not okay and my body was sweating like a w***e in a church.
I kept reminding myself that returning to West Hill was my idea. No one forced me to face my old pack and my friends. No one told me that there was no other option. It was all on me. I wanted this.
My friends.
It'd been so long since I'd seen any of them.
Michael, oh dear sweet Michael. My best friend. My brother. The boy who would teach me lessons and tricks from Pack Trainings. The guy who always had my back in everything and anything. How was he? Was he doing okay? Was his taste in girls okay now? Did he ditch the girls that looked as though their laundry had gone bad?
Savannah, m
