Third Person POV

Life is like two cars driving through an intersection at the same time. Both of the people driving the cars think that their path across this intersection is clear, until they crash. We move through life, thinking that our road to our end goal is clear, until something knocks us right off of our road.

Nicolette walked into the pack house, greeted with bows from the pack members. Her hand covered the side of her neck, forgetting that Malcom's mark lay on it. She walked through the pack house quickly, tying to avoid everyone.

She wandered through the vast, empty halls of the pack house, eventually getting...