Honey, I’m Home || Rafe & Nandi || December 9th 1981
No one technically had a room here, there were too many of them, so the rule was you you slept where you could and you didn’t moan about it. So the corner of one of the larger rooms, with a mattress on the floor and a few curtains hanging from the ceiling as flimsy partitions wasn’t technically Nandi’s either. However as one of the highest ranking pack members at the hideout, nobody complained when she slept there every night, and nobody challenged her for the space either.
It wasn’t completely closed off, she could still keep an eye on the rest of the room through gaps in the material, and that’s what she did. She made sure everyone did get a place to sleep, and that everyone went to sleep, and the ones that didn’t weren’t too noisy. She was usually up late until everyone was asleep and safe and quiet, especially the pups. Sure they were werewolves, but they were also still children.
Nandi was lying on the mattress staring at the ceiling and enjoying the rare quiet when a door slamming had her sitting up alert, senses tuned to any new disturbances. In the dim light her eyes fixed onto the familiar form of Rafe, the little shit, making his way across the room, waking wolves with every step. Nandi growled low in her throat, he couldn’t hear her, but it was as much a natural reaction of anger as a warning now.
Standing she stepped out of the little blocked off area and made sure she caught his eye. She shot him a look that said ‘Come here now, or I’m going to come over there and get you, and I won’t make it pretty.’ it was amazing what she could convey with a look. It was late which wasn’t unusual for Rafe, he kept odd hours thanks to his job, but that was no excuse for waking others. Nandi wasn’t going to have. She might also just enjoy Rafe’s company and be looking for an excuse to talk to him, but she would never give that away.