Heather POV
We left my room, it being a mess, something it is rarely like.
I was someone who liked things to be organized and, after my flustered moment because of the queen, I did not bother picking up the clothes I had thrown haphazardly on the bed as I flew through the choices, getting frustrated with how many dresses that were not my type of clothing and thought they would better suit the twins, I did not like showing too much skin and some of those colors were like ‘look at me’ demanding clothes.
The elevator made its creaking sound as it lowered itself to the ground floor. No, there was nothing wrong with the elevator, it was just our great wolf hearing making it sound louder than it really was. I am sure if I was plain human I would not have heard the long metal coils running up
