In the months since Abi was brought back, it seemed each full moon while unbearable at first, she found herself deep in the woods to start and as the night went on she found herself drawn closer and closer to the city limits. Pulled in by some unknown feeling that she couldn’t seem to fight against, with her wolf father lord knows where she didn’t have many to ask about it. Levi’s family while welcoming weren’t those she wanted to keep going to, her problems weren’t theirs. Though the best idea she had was someone who held a space in both the Kenner family and the New Orleans witches. Walking up the pathway to the front door of Tru Kenner Abi adjusted the container of cupcakes that she held in one hand while using her free to ring the bell. She knew well enough not to show up at a witches door empty handed just as she wouldn’t want anyone to do the same to her. As the door opened she offered a small polite smile, “Sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting anything. The dance center I had a little bake sale, I thought I would bring you some. Is it alight if I come in?”
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