Council Girl 

To the amazement of Isha, she was taken to a room and asked to wait.

While she waited, she reflected on the past seven days of her life. It had been hell.

She hadn't eaten a decent meal these days and had spent hours balling her eyes out in the dark.

From watching her mother lose her head at the hands of the axe man, to her dad sending her to the dungeons, to her letting go of her treasury in exchange for her freedom, to getting betrayed and being sold away like a bag of tomatoes, to being brought to Blue Villa, it felt like she was seeing a movie, except this time, this movie was too real, it made her bleed.

Everything had happened so fast and she knew she needed to get rest and quickly too, otherwise she was so close to passing out.

She did everything to suppress her wolf from revealing herself every time it was about to happen. She was not about to bear being mocked a second time. 

And her wolf had been quiet for two days. It seemed she had given up and accepted that she wasn't wanted. She couldn't stop thinking this was the reason they were considered weak, the defeat was too easy.

The fighter in her was still there somewhere, but it felt weird reviving it. She was not a Wells, she will never be one, and maybe she didn't deserve to be one.

However, her wolf had been restless from the minute she set her eyes on the alpha. She had a strange feeling but didn't know if that was normal, she had only turned once and so couldn't tell much about what should or shouldn't be.

“Relax girl,” she muttered as she scanned the room for the fifteenth time. There was nothing there, nothing useful at least. Just a well dressed bed on which she sat, and a book at the far corner.

Rolling her eyes, she let out a deep breath and pushed further into the bed, allowing herself to lie properly, and eventually giving in to her tiredness.

She awoke to whispers and instantly knew she wasn't alone. Careful to not give away that she was awake, she lay still, pressing her eyes together in pretense.

“She's a lucky one,” a soft-spoken girl said. “She will never get to find out what happens on the grounds.”

“Why did the alpha give her special treatment? I don't see what's special” another girl said.

There was a low chuckle “It use to be fun when they bring in the girls, but these days there's just nothing interesting.”

“How long has she been asleep?” There was a little fumbling around the cupboard area “We have work.”

“Yes,” It was the girl with the soft voice again “but we were instructed to let her rest for as long as she needs to. I think she had a really long journey.”

The other girl scoffed “The other girls who came with her are already up and on their feet. She is no different.” Isha could hear her as she leaned onto the bed.

“Zoe! Alpha’s orders.”

The pressure on the bed was released and Isha knew she had gotten up. It was a relief to her because she still didn't know what she was to do and she was still really tired. She hadn't eaten  and she wasn't mentally ready to face anyone at all.

“This is Blue Villa. No one gets preferential treatments.” The other girl was speaking again, “And the ones who do don’t always have a good ending.”

“We better get going. She'll see the food when she's awake.”

The mention of food brought tremendous relief to Isha and so the minute they were out of the door and she heard the door lock secured, she turned over and sat upright.

There was a small piece of fish on a plate, along with a huge loaf of bread that was not toasted. A jug of warm water was also on the tray and although the sight was far from appetizing, Isha dug in.

The door opened just as she was finished and a woman with a height double of hers walked in. Her hair was white from the roots and she walked funny, or so Isha thought.

“Carol Gordon” she called.

Isha opened her mouth but before she could say a word, the lady was already speaking.

“Follow me.”

Isha did as she was told, and so they walked down the long hallway together. The woman in front, never turning to check if Isha was keeping up, while Isha struggled to match her pace. Despite her unstable movement, she walked quickly. They passed through a few persons who casted weird glances at them.

Finally, she turned the door of a room open and moved to the side. Turning to Isha, she said “Clean up, and change into that.” She moved her head to indicate a black thin strapped dress on one of the many beds in the room . “There's so much to do. You have five minutes.”