C16- Soft fibers

Elijah's POV

I drop the wool into the disinfectant, and watch how the soft fibers absorb the colourless liquid. Just then, a burst of laughter tickles my ears, and I pause my movement, instantly alert. Listening closely, I realize that it belongs to someone I know and it's coming from behind me. Then I turn my head a bit, watching the door as Jet's footsteps become louder and louder. It's only when he's by the door that I notice the presence of our pack’s siren, Klaus. Always so silent.

"You've got a feisty one on your hands, Alpha." Jet says, his words flowing into the room like a gentle breeze. He sounds amused as ever, and I can very well see the smile he's shamelessly wearing.

“She is a feisty one,”

His words seem to echo off the walls, or maybe it's just my mind echoing a confirmation - I'm not sure.