Prue
The laundry basket was a wicker cage of damp towels and heavy linens that seemed to grow heavier with every step I took, pulling at my shoulders like the oppressive, silent judgments of the pack members who watched me move through the halls in a place I clearly did not belong.Watch and judge all you want – I'm not here of my own free will. Among the thoughts racing through my brain – I usually prefer to keep a tight leash on my inner monologue, but these were moving too fast to track – was the memory of John kissing Nico. Again. In the hall. At first, I couldn't believe my own nose, even though it was the one that tipped me off that the Beta was nearby. My mind simply failed to comprehend the rationale behind what I was seeing. It still doesn't. Life rarely surprises me, but I have t
