Lost Creek Hollow girl you party all the time

Alexander wasn’t the least bit familiar with teasing and, due to that, wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to it—really, he didn’t even recognise it. Her comment was taken as a serious question, at which his brow furrowed. Imaginary friends? What did he look like—a child? “I don’t have imaginary friends,” he told her, leaving out how he barely even had real friends, for obvious reasons. He swung his head in the direction that he’d come from, pointing his nose southeastwards for a fleeting second before turning back to face her. “My pack’s just over there,” he explained. “So, even though they aren’t here right now, I’m not really alone.” Not like her, not anymore.

“Something new?” he parroted. “Like what?” A new land, new wolves, new what?