Scarlett
It’s been exactly three days since Atlas brought me to this prison called his pack.
Not like I was counting or anything, I just knew it was already three days.
Okay, Scarlett, who was I f*****g kidding? I was absolutely counting!!
Every single hour.
Every single minute.
Every single second.
Because, despite what Atlas kept calling it, this place still felt suspiciously like captivity. I mean, I was still being treated like an outsider that was brought in as a captive, even though everyone pretended to be nice.
I still saw the look they gave me and the whispers that followed whenever I walked by. I couldn’t really blame them now, could I?
To be fair, I was human; there was no way I would really fit into their world, so I was counting down until the day I gave birth so
