MELINE DACOTA III.

Gothar pack.

June 14th 2010.

Third person's pov.

"You're still doing it," Meline told Adora with a roll of her eyes, referring to Adora's weird habit of biting her nails when she was uneasy, " Grr!! I can't help it okay, my fingers always find a way of getting in my mouth Meline, it's not something I can control!" Adora grunted out, hitting her head gently on the table for emphasis.

She was a nervous wreck, and try as she may, she couldn't just ignore the uneasiness that crept up her spine every time she thought of her parents back home.

"I'm sorry, Dee, but I'm pretty sure it's nothing, Gothar is one of the largest packs and we've got the best soldiers there, inclusive of your parents, it's just a feeling Dee Dee, you will be ok, I promise." Meline assured her best friend, stretching her hand to where Adora's was and held it in hers gently, She didn't know how else to help her, and it was killing her inside.