Chapter 6-4

An entire week had passed since my arrival to what I found out was Ohio, and it was beginning to set in that this was in fact really happening. I spent the days mostly alone, occasionally calling Sophia for reassurance and napping for hours on end. It was honestly pathetic. "Here," Charles's voice suddenly broke through my train of thought, my entire body jumping as a familiar bag was suddenly thrust into my line of vision. I blinked before reaching out and grasping the straps with shaking hands, the after effects of the concussion still rearing its ugly head. "My bag..." I muttered incredulously, bringing it down to my lap as I looked up from my chair to the wolf-man who'd given it to me, "Where did you get this?" "One of the boys picked it up when cleaning up the alley, it only just got back to the house," He replied, sitting down on the edge of my unmade bed and facing me fully as I clutched the bag tighter to my chest, "We found your gun too.