Andrew was avoiding the house; he needed a minute away from all the chaos of everything. Most of it wasn't even the people; it was him, he had been thinking again. Walking around the town, he just wanted a minute, but in Havensdale, he wasn't sure it was possible.
"Can you spare a light? I need to smoke."
Ever since the attack on the high school, Liam had been keeping to himself, not really sure how to speak to anyone after his sister had been murdered. Today was no different. He had only left the house for a quick, desperately needed grocery trip, when one of them stopped. Was he really daring to ask him for a light? Liam still didn't know who it was that had ended his sister's life, but part of him felt an urge to take it out on him.
But the other part of him was exhausted.
"Fine." With a click of his fingers, Liam's thumb caught fire, and he held his hand out to the werewolf.




















