Being a fool

Alex sashayed through the hallways, occasionally peering through the corners where he thought she might be.

It was unusual that the woman was not in the kitchen scrubbing the plates or in the garden cussing at Damien's flowers and fruits, as well as the man himself. He had looked in the store as well, one of her many getaway spots, but she wasn't stealing a nap in there like she usually would.

It was unusual that Ariel would be indoors, given the time of the day but it was the only other choice left. He had wanted to wave at her in the kitchen, just to make sure she was well and alright, but when he did not find her there or at the other spots, he actually did start to get worried.

"Alex ?"

Alex halted and turned slightly. His friend's eyes narrowed as they observed him and the direction in which he was headed. "Where are you headed?"

Alex's brows rose in bitter amusement. "Can I not have a walk in our pack house anymore, Damien?"

Damien's blonde brows knitted together as his fro