"If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?"
Lys' narrowed eyes cut to her best friend's face, mouth pinched, and she for a moment before turning back to her knitting. "Canada."
Yvonne sniffed. "Canada? But the people are so...nice. Why not Russia, or Brazil? Anywhere but Canada, really." She tossed her blonde braid over her shoulder and recrossed her legs.
Lys shrugged, keeping a steady hand and pace as she carefully knit. "Canada has lots of trees." Her hair fell in front of her face as she tilted her head down, and she tucked it exasperatedly behind her ear again. "What's so bad about nice people, anyway? I like it when people are nice..." She raised her eyebrows expressively, still studying her completed rows.
The blonde looked over at Lys with a scoff, falling backwards dramatically into a prone position. She finally whined, "but they're so boooooring," before rolling onto her stomach and reaching for a book on her nightstand. Lys' silver eyes rolled and she stood to stretch.
"In that case, I have to go." She smirked to herself, facing away from Yvonne, and pulled her silver hair into a ponytail. Sneaking a peek at her best friend, she noticed that her book was being lowered. "What?"
"Why are you leaving?" The blonde pouted up at her and sat up, crawling to the end of the bed. Lys took out her phone and waved it at Yvonne.
"Because, Vee, my phone's been buzzing non-stop for, like, three hours. My mom's pissed at me, dude." Her hair fluttered softly while she crossed the room, waggling her fingers in a mocking wave. "Bye."
"Bye dweeb," Yvonne shouted aggressively, setting herself off into a fit of giggles as Lys walked out the door, smiling fondly.
What a weirdo. Love her though, I guess.
Lysandra's happiness evaporated into the night when she opened the door to the setting sun. "Damn, hoped I would've been done here before now." Her unsettling eyes glinted in the dimming light and focused on a distant figure. Her sister, Casadra, probably. The shadow turned toward her, stared, and then pivoted away to stroll slowly into the woods.
Lys followed, mainly because she had nowhere else to go. Her house was literally in the trees, and this was the fastest way there, so why take the long way? Even if there was a creepy person-who-was-probably-her-sister waiting just inside the clearing.
"Uh...what's up, creepy shadow dude? What's poppin'? Wait, that was weird. I sound old. Can you just kill me or do whatever you were planning?" She massaged her temples and groaned at her social ineptitude. Nice going, Lys.
"Sure." Cas stepped out of the shadows, knee-length white hair in a braid, stained from mud. "Dad wants you to run the pack when he dies."
"Wait, what?"
