#nolette

but real talk how did Noa put those down

London sat at her fathers' desk re-reading everything over and over. He had left her tons of notes and self written books about the history of the pack, the history of the very beginning of their kind and his own experiences as being leader. She sat the papers down, ran her slender fingers through her golden locks and sighed. She was tired of having to do this almost every night but she knew she needed to. As she stood up she made her way into the kitchen, opening the fridge only to close it again. She wasn't interested in anything else other than pizza, and that's where Nolette came in.

She was her best friend, well more like a sister. She would do anything and everything for her and she was more than glad that she was coming with her to hang out. Not only did she need food she also needed shirts, she tended to ruin the ones she currently had by shredding them after changing. She walked up stairs and into her room, opened her closet and groaned. She quickly settled for a pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top, her green cardigan and her black and white converse. She pulled her hair into a pony tail already warm from the clothes. She ran down the stairs, picked up her phone, stuffed it in her back pocket and left the house.