Mirellie
“What?” I asked, the word slipping out before I could stop it.
The guard didn’t flinch. “The alpha gave the orders. You are not permitted to leave the compound.”
For a second, I just stood there, staring at him as if I had heard wrong. My fingers tightened slowly around the strap of my bag, the rough fabric pressing into my palm.
“I have work,” I said again, more firmly this time.
There was no reaction or movement from him. It was almost as if he couldn’t hear me.
Something hot and sharp rose in my chest, pushing past the confusion and settling into anger.
What was his problem? Why would he even stop me from going to work? Was it Callopie’s doing again or was this something else?
I have already lost everything I have. My place, my dignity, even the little comfort I used t
