Chapter 6. Loving and Faking

Avery’s POV

I went over to my window to look outside. Yup, it was getting dark, alright. I stared at the glass of juice on my nightstand and wondered to myself why Flavin would bring me juice. I mean, if Karl wanted someone to serve, he had over a thousand servants at his beck and call. Why would he ask Flavin, of all people? Nah, this doesn’t seem right to me. I went up to the nightstand, grabbed the glass of juice, and poured it into the flower pot. I don’t mean to be sarcastic, but I think that plant needed it more. Just like that, I heard my stomach growl. I was hungry now. I made my way back downstairs, hoping the pack living room was clear now. I wouldn’t want to bump into any of the pack members. I get that I’m not part of their pack and all, but why do they hate me so much? Did I do something to them in my past that I can’t remember? And if I did, that only meant I had known Karl before, which I hadn’t cause he didn’t know me before now. 

Making my way