Mitchell/George;
He
smells different. Not necessarily bad, just different. Pack.
I smile. Of course he smells like Pack.
Annie does too. Should Annie smell of anything? She's a ghost. Do
ghost's smell? In my experience, they don't. Annie does. Maybe it's
just me- I want her to smell like Pack,
so she does. It's funny how these things work.
Pack.
I wonder if
that's a foreign experience for most like me. Do they ever find a
place where they belong like this? Hmm. Our house is pink. I like it.
Our house. Pack.
Home. Den. It
likes it here. His smell on everythig calms it,
a little. Like I said, Pack.
It
doesn't know Annie's
a ghost. Doesn't understand it. She's beautiful, and she's
Pack. She clings
to the House. To me. To him. Is it normal to capitalise things in
your head? Maybe I should stop. It's how
it thinks- in
instincts, single thoughts. Pack,
Food,
Hunt. Protect.
I
wonder I smell different. If I smell of Pack,
of being different. Does he want my blood? To feed- I know he can
smell Annie, sometimes. No blood, though. Maybe like for me- she's so
close, he remembers. She's so alive. Vibrant.
He kissed her. She felt it. Why does it hate her now?