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Nissa led me to the 3rd floor of this massive mansion, “A lot of us single wolves live here, it’s rather like being in a college dorm, or at least that’s what it always reminds me of. The kitchens serve 3 meals a day, and there’s snacks left out all the time. Each floor also has its own little kitchen area with a fridge, microwave, pantry full of snacks, and stuff like that. It’s all community so you can help yourself to anything. We all take rotations at different jobs for the pack, like helping in the kitchens, or helping in the kids area, or guard rotations, even maintenance sometimes.”
I didn’t comment, just nodded when she looked at me. I was visually cataloging everything. I was looking at exits, entry points, locations where people would be located, possible ambush points, or places where it would be easier to be cornered and attacked. My wolf kind of whined in my head, and I just explained by thinking to her about what happened to me as a kid. Then I saw her seem to lower herself to her belly and wag her tail, like she was saying sorry, or trying to make me feel better. It was kind of weird, but I was trying to work with it.
The door she opened led to a nice room, there was a queen sized bed, the wood was pine, and the bedding was a homemade quilt, with a lot of different colors. There were matching end tables, and a lamp on each. There were hardwood floors, and several rugs were thrown around. There was a chest of drawers, a desk, and two other doors I could see.
“Those two doors lead to the closet and the bathroom. The bathroom is always stocked, but if you need something specific, there's a town not far from here where we go on supply runs. So, either when you join a supply run, or you can put a request in for things to be picked up with the supplies.” Again when she looked at me I just nodded.
“Well, I need to turn in a report about today. So, let me know if you need anything, or you can find Killian in his office or the control room with security usually. There’s a lot of outdoor space of course, there’s acres that we have here for our wolves to run on, and there’s several well maintained gardens, so you can always head out there. Feel free to poke around and check things out as well. She smiled and did a little wave as she left and closed the door behind her.”
I walked to the closet and opened it. I wasn’t surprised to find it empty, I mean no one was living in this room obviously, and I sure as hell didn’t have shit, so there’d be nothing to put in it. I looked in the chest of drawers and was surprised to find some generic basics in here. There were several unopened packs of panties and bras with tags, in several sizes. Then there was a drawer with plane t-shirts in neutral colors in several sizes. Then another had matching shorts to the t-shirts, and the last one was sweatpants that matched the t-shirts. So, that was good. I could shower and scrub myself and then put on clean clothes.
I grabbed several things, not really knowing what sizes might still fit me, but I would make it work. I went into the bathroom and was slightly impressed that it was nice. There was a walkin shower and a separate garden tub. Also there was a basket of different soaps, shampoos, conditioners, toothbrushes in plastic, and toothpaste. I brushed my teeth like 4 times. Then I grabbed up shampoo, soap, and conditioner and headed to the shower. I purposely avoided looking into the mirror. I had learned a long time ago that it was best to avoid mirrors unless absolutely necessary.
I’m not honestly sure how long I spent in that shower. I know I scrubbed myself for a really long time, and I spent a bit of time sitting in there convincing myself the water running down my face wasn't really tears. It didn’t seem to matter how many times I scrubbed and scrubbed, I didn’t feel clean, even when I finally gave up and got out. I put on clean underwear that was just plain boyshorts. I avoided anything remotely sexy, even before this bullshit. A plain t-shirt bra was next, and I did notice that my ribs were clearly visible under my breasts, and I noticed my protruding bones a few other places as well.
Being october the weather is changing, so especially considering that it’s probably evening, or soon will be, I decided to go with sweats and a t-shirt, not to mention I don’t like showing skin much. I did notice something though. I used to have a lot of scars from my childhood. When I looked at my skin while drying off and putting on clothes today, I didn’t see the scars anymore. I honestly wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
I was done getting dressed, and started pulling open drawers in the bathroom and found several brushes, and they looked new, or new enough. I wasn’t really picky about that kind of stuff. I brushed out my long brown hair, and managed to get it wrestled into a braid. It was pretty thick with a lot of natural waves to it, so sometimes it fought me on it. I even found a bunch of ponytail holders so I managed to keep it secure. Then I threw what I had been wearing in the trash and shoved it down.
I managed to find some slipper shoe things in the closet back corner, and they had a solid rubber sole, so I put some on, though they were big on me. Then, I left the room and went searching. Again, I cataloged everything, it was so ingrained in me, I couldn’t shut it off. So, I made my way down to the bottom of the steps. I remember Nissa had said that there was a garden, so I started trying to find a door outside.
Eventually another girl was walking by and I guess she saw the confusion on my face, “Is there something I can help you find?”
“Ah, the door outside, Nissa said there was a garden.” she smiled and walked me to it and I nodded as I opened the door, and I rushed out into the fresh air. Being cooped up in that fucking cement room made me want to not have walls around me, to be here in the open air, smelling non contaminated air.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get the fuck out, and leave Killian alone.” I turned to see a sour face on a tall blond with a tight short skirt, and a crop tank top.
KillianAs she passes out and drops to the floor, her body twitches, so I have no idea if this is a flashback and her mind is overwhelmed and that’s why her eyes rolled back and she dropped, or if this is just a way her body has of shutting shit down if she gets severely triggered.I’m going to have to address the pack about this whole fucked up bullshit, but I have to figure out how much to say and how much not to say. I am worried that if they think she is weak or defective that she will be challenged more. I am not worried about her being able to best the challengers, I am more worried about losing pack members to the bullshit.Although, she did best Suzanne with her bare hands, and not even her wolf, so maybe that will keep the challenges down when I explain some things about their new Luna to my pack. I don’t think I can skip that step. Wolves are very tactile creatures and they will want to touch her and hug her, case in point right now, so this will be an issue.Earlier it had
AloraHearing that he'd somewhat be able to hear and see inside my head was some seriously fucked up shit. I was being completely honest. He would very much regret that. I know, I'm forced to deal with it every single fucking day.He's looking at me confused and wondering what the fuck is wrong with me. So, I decided a demonstration is in order. So, I stop blocking, letting the memories, emotions, horror and fucking evil bullshit that has made up my whole damn life, flood me.He staggered back sucking in a breath. He's shaking, gritting his teeth, and I see he's losing control of his wolf. The doctor comes over and touches me. That sets something off, and I start trying to pull it in. Having someone touch me unexpectedly is always a bad thing.So, no doubt he was trying to get me to stop whatever I was doing to his alpha. Instead he just triggered me, so it just got worse. I'm trying to pull it back, but my mind is now caught, with the inability to distinguish past from present, and m
KillianI told Siril to back off so we could possibly help dampen the flood of emotion she was probably getting from us. It seemed to help as she calmed and just laid there with her eyes closed and panted gently. I went to the side of the bed just looking down at her beautiful face that was drawn in distress. Then she opened her eyes and there was so much there. She was exhausted still, she was hurt and confused, and there was a huge bunch of pissed the fuck off looking back at me. I did notice that it wasn’t her wolf who was pissed, it was Alora. Not that I blamed her, I really hadn’t meant for it to happen that way.“Did you plan that?” She asked me softly as he stared up at me.“No, Alora, I honestly didn’t. I’m sorry, I should have anticipated the mate pull would be too much for Siril and he would want to claim your wolf. I was trying to pull him in and shift, but I couldn’t manage to do it before all of that happened, and then he bit. To wolves it’s instinctual, there’s no emoti
KillionAs I rushed down to medical I was aware that blood was flowing out behind me, and there was a lot of alarm about what had happened. I felt my enforcers asking about an attack, I assured them this wasn't from an attack, this was from an accident. There was acknowledgement. The second I was in the door I was yelling for Dr. Martin. He took one look at the state we were in and hurried us to a back trauma exam room that we used for wolves injured during attacks. I put her down on the bed, and her body was still struggling, and she was still bleeding, but it was starting to slow.“What happened Alpha?” He looked at me briefly and could see I’m sure the agony on my face.“We let our wolves out to get to know one another, and to begin to get her used to shifting, and being around wolves, and around me especially. We’d had a great afternoon, she was doing well. Her wolf was friendly and playful, not to mention beautiful, she’s white, solid white. We were back at the river taking it e
KillianIt has been 3 fucking weeks since Alora came to the pack. She has been helping out at different places, and she is very efficient. I think some of the pack are surprised she’s not more social, as normally wolves are more social creatures. I think some members of the pack understand that the way she became a wolf was very traumatic, and what happened afterward has made her leery.What they don’t know and I know in my gut, and Dr. Martin very much agrees with me about, is that this girl has a heap more on her shoulders than just what happened to change her into a wolf, and what those bastards did to her after her change. No, there are layers of scars that she is carrying around with her, and it’s affecting everything, including us being mates.I am having more and more trouble keeping Siril away from her wolf. I am trying to get her used to my presence and let her get her wolf time to be around mine, so hopefully that eases the way for us to move forward. The pack knows she’s my
KillianI am at my desk going over the reports that I got from Marcus and Paul about the girls we rescued today. Most of them are settling in pretty well. Two have family we are going to have to bring into all of this, so that’s always a delicate balance to do. We have a couple that are pregnant, so they need help with the pups, so that’s always another thing with situations like this. I am very glad that Alora wasn’t one of those, although, if she had been, we’d have handled that and accepted the pup as ours, that’s the nature of wolves, especially mates. I hear a knock on my door, but before I can even say come in, Elizabeth is opening the door and rushing in, “We have a problem.”“What?” I can see she’s upset, so I am wondering what has happened.“Suzanna is going after Alora.” I choked and sputtered at that.“What the fuck did you just say?” She huffed.“I know, that’s why I’m here, Suzanna is going after Alora, apparently she thinks she can scare her away from you or some shit.







