Chosen

Chapter X

~ Rain

The guy escorted me to a room somewhere in the pack house. As I followed him there, I could feel the stares of other members living in the pack house as they passed by. They must be wondering what an outsider was doing in their pack. I didn't blame them, I would have done the same if I saw a strange person strolling the pack house at my home pack however, they still made me uncomfortable.

The guy I was following seemed to be on close ties with Samuel. I had a strong feeling that he had an important role in this pack. I really wanted to ask him about it and get rid of that awkward silence, but he didn't seem to be the talkative type. I pursed my lips as I arrived at my room. He opened the door for me and told me to enter.

I was surprised to see that it was an actual room and not a cell. I expected to be put in a cell until my verdict was delivered. I was thankful that didn't happen. I walked inside and observed the room. It was a fairly large room compared to the room I previously slept in when I first came here.

The man closed the door politely and walked away since I heard his footsteps fading.He couldn't be one of the servant, he must be one of the higher ups. I had said this like a hundred time already, but he kept proving me right, but why would Samuel tell one of his right-hand men to do that? That man is nowhere near understandable. I shook my head and thought of the best option I had. This was a perfect chance to escape, but I didn't have a motivation to do it anyway... Although I had a feeling I might really have it after I hear my verdict.

First thing I did was washing my face thoroughly. I made sure this time that my makeup was completely taken off. I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

Oh there comes the ugliness again! No wonder Caleb cheated on me!

Being left alone, I started recalling what happened the day before at the party. The scene kept replaying in my head like a broken record, except that it was with a visual image.

Stacey and Caleb. I never thought those two liked each other, so I had no doubt in my mind that this would happen. She was the one who kept telling me that she didn't like him and that I should stay away. I thought that she was telling me a genuine advice, turned out, she was doing this for her own sake.

I didn't want to cry because I would have to wash my face again and if I did it would get even crustier than it already was and for some reason I forgot to take my moisturizer in the bag with me. I held back my tears for the sake of beauty.

I waited for so long and the time was passing slowly, causing the two brain cells I had left to go wild. I did everything I could to kill time, but nothing interesting happened. There wasn't anyone coming into my room. I wasn't sure why, but I had no fear in me from the verdict. I knew it would be something like being an omega for a few days, cleaning the streets or something like that.

"It wouldn't be that harsh, would it?" I said out aloud, trying to convince my self rather than stating what I actually believed would happen. "Samuel said he would not kill me, so I can consider this option out," The few brain cells I had left were talking to each other, attempting to make a point, but leaving out a major detail. "I just met him. How am I supposed to trust him?" I wondered out aloud. "He could be just saying this to make me not as motivated to escape and spare him the trouble of going after me." Considering that I heard some of his conversation with Lucas and the creeper, he wouldn't want me to escape. I gave up and sighed, hoping that no one was passing by the room as I talked to myself. I didn't want to make my first impression worse than it already was.

Time passed slowly and I was getting nervous and impatient. I ruffled through my bag for my phone to see if I could somehow find service. I wasn't sure however I whether I would call someone in case the service was there or not. Maybe I was just curious to know. I found my phone and turned it on. I checked to see if the service was back and I was not surprised to find out that it was not. I huffed, putting my phone back in my bag.

Surely members of this pack have a way of communication and it surely was not by mail only. They must use cellphones or even just a regular phone, so either the service was purposefully cut or someone messed up with my phone while I was sleeping back there.

If was under normal conditions, I would have gone out of my room to check the pack house out. It seemed large and interesting. It had fashionable interior and exterior designs. I would have loved to explore the place, but I was certain that if I did this not only would I get in more trouble than I already was because obviously I didn't know what laws and rules they went by in this house, taking into consideration that every pack had it own rules and laws, it was very probable for foreigners to unknowingly break those rules, it was either this or that I would stumble across some unfriendly pack members that would give me a hard time escaping from, so I decided my wisest option was to stay here. I wanted to stay alive for as long as I could in case I wanted to return to my pack one day.

Suddenly I was getting tired and my eyes felt sleepy. I wasn't sure if it was day or night since the curtains covering the window didn't seem to budge when I tried opening them, I really needed to sleep, nevertheless. I laid my head on the not very comfortable pillow and drifted into deep sleep.