Clementine:
"Haiden? What the fuck?" I gasped, stepping back and slowly lowering my vase. My eyes immediately looked at the band in my hand, then I began searching for his while he jumped into the attic. The outside was pretty cold, so he quickly shut the window before I froze to death. I was only wearing a very thin, white, loose shirt with loose shorts. My hair was in a messy bun, with strands hanging out and bouncing around my face.
"I didn't want to go back to my pack," he said casually, wearing a black button-up shirt with several buttons undone, and black pants.
"Haiden? How did you manage to do that? Where is your band?" I asked him, my eyes showing I was scared for him.
"I found a way to take it off, so I put it around one of my old friend's wrists. He's staying at the pack. The council doesn't have to know, the ringleaders don't have to know, and I get to be here," he said casually and cheerfully, as if it were nothing. He began to stroll around.
