Clara - Last two days
Two days had passed since Tyler and Jack told me I wasn't allowed to leave until they had more information. And to top it off, I was on supervision constantly. I understand why, while I know I am no threat to them, they still hold reservations.
So it's been two days. Two days of watching. Two days of waiting. Two days of feeling like a prisoner in a world that insisted I belonged to it.
I spent my time trying to look calm.
In the mornings, I helped the Omegas in the kitchen—chopping vegetables, stirring soup, pretending I didn't feel the weight of watchful eyes from the pack members moving in and out of the house.
In the afternoons, I wander the packhouse grounds under quiet supervision. The trees feel different here. Alive. Watching my back.
And in the eve
