The warehouse was a good idea and one she was excited about, mostly. She liked the den, honestly, and all the other wolves in the pack, but there was something nice about having a place that was all their own. It was like a joining some exclusive club. Girl wanted to enjoy it. Except there was a faint guilt that made her wonder how long she’d be welcome to their little club.

“Ghoul?” She sulked up to him from the corner she’d claimed for her own, kicking aimlessly at the floor. A few weeks beyond all the chaos and raging tempers of the battlefield gave Girl a little perspective. She still didn’t think she deserved to be treated like such a kid, but she felt a little bad about arguing so much with him. For all she knew, Ghoul was still a little annoyed with her. “You busy?”