Mrs. Miller, or Maggie as she asked me to call her, excitedly babbled on while Mr. Miller examined me with an unreadable stare. I had hoped he would be as welcoming as his wife, but it seemed I had my worries backward. Mrs. Miller wasn't the one I needed to worry about disapproving of me. It was the man sitting across from me with a carefully masked expression.
If it weren't for the slight twitch in his cheek whenever I answered a question, I wouldn't have been aware of his dislike of me. The happy man from earlier seemed to have disappeared the second his eyes pulled away from the bubbly woman he was mated to.
I held his gaze, waiting to see if he would say something or if he was just going to continue to stare me down. There was no doubt that I looked crazy. About thirty seconds in, I decided I wouldn't just be holding his glare. If I was going to maintain eye contact with him, it would be a challenge to see who would blink first.
I didn't say anything, but
It turned out that Mr. Miller was actually really funny. He was the typical dad joke-cracking, easy to talk to, father figure. It was something that I always wanted growing up.Once they left, Gabriel cleared off the table and took the dishes into the kitchen to wash them. The longer he did so, the stiffer his shoulders became, and the harder he scrubbed.I rubbed my hand up his back, wanting to help him, soothe him in any way possible. "I really liked your parents. They seemed so laid back and happy. I wasn't expecting that."He tilted his head as if he were trying to crack his neck. "Yeah, I wasn't expecting that either."There was unfamiliar anger behind his voice. It was filled with confusion and disappointment, but overall he sounded betrayed. My eyebrows pulled together as I stared at him in confusion."Tell me what you're thinking."He took in a deep breath before rinsing out the sponge and turning off the water. His hands gripped tig
I tried not to overthink it as I stood off to the side of the clearing with Maggie. She seemed to have picked up on my nerves and grabbed my hand to offer her support. I couldn't even see all of them yet, but I could hear them. It was loud as they all conversed. There had to be at least a hundred of them based on their volume alone. Even with the thundering sound coming from the pack, I was acutely aware of Gabriel's footsteps on the wooden platform as he walked up the stairs. My breathing hitched, and I tried to hold myself still as I began to shake like a Chihuahua. "Hold your head high. You were chosen to be this pack's Luna for a reason. They all love you already and are excited to meet you. Be brave. Be strong." Maggie whispered to me. I hoped that none of the wolves were able to hear her pep talk, then they too would know just how weak I was. From a dog the size of a New York City rat to a leader of wolves. Silence fell over the crowd as soon as Gabriel began to speak, and I
The clearing was packed as everyone mingled and ate their body weight. It was amazing to see how much food was laid out and how quickly it all disappeared. You would think wolves were the ones who had four stomachs, not cows.I had been introduced to so many people that I couldn't keep them straight if my life was at stake. At first, I tried associating a feature they had to their name. Then I tried connecting it to something that they said. Eventually, I stopped trying altogether as dozens of people swarmed me, all eager to shake my hand and introduce themselves.I had to wonder, just how many of these people knew about my past. Would they look at me differently if they knew that I was deemed clinically insane? Granted, their existence cleared my name, but a reputation based on lies still had the ability to destroy a person.Maggie and Mr. Miller, who insisted I call him Leo after an awkward encounter at the buffet, sat next to Gabriel and me. It was disappoint
Elena sat at the foot of my bed, loosely hugging a pillow as I told her all about the evening. She was absorbing everything I had said and asked me for every person's name and a description so she could be prepared. I was wondering where she had snuck off to at the party. I had assumed since Athena was nowhere in sight either, that they snuck off together. It had never crossed my mind that my parents freaked out after I left and refused to let Elena go to the 'Barbeque' being held in my honor. "I hate that I was stuck here while you got to meet the pack without me. I know that you're important since you're their Luna, but it would have been nice to be there too so I could put faces to names." She whined. Her eyebrows pulled together, and I could genuinely see the stress pouring off of her. "Athena said she was going to be in trouble for bailing on the gathering to be here with me." "Don't worry about that. I'll text Gabriel. She will be fine." I assured her,
The last thing I expected was for my mother to charge at me with her arms outstretched. Her face was red, and the war cry that ripped from her throat made my hands fly up in front of my face to protect myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Elena jump up from where she was sitting on the bed, stunned by what she was witnessing. "What have you done?!" She screamed at me again as she gripped my shoulders in both hands and began to violently shake me back and forth. "You corrupted her!" My head bobbled around from the jerking motion, but my arms stayed up in front of my face. I tried to open my mouth to defend myself... to explain, but all that came out was a weak whimper for her to stop. I tried to pull free, using my forearms to fight against her hold on me, but it was no use. Then she broke loose. I opened my eyes and lowered my hands as Elena stood behind my mother, both arms wrapped tightly around her waist to restrain her. "Mom! Stop it!" She scr
It was dark when I was finally able to open my eyes. My chest hurt with each inhale, sending shocks through my body as I did so. It took me several minutes to realize that I had been put in my bed, presumably by my father. I blinked several times. My mind was fuzzy, and my tongue dry. A quick glance around the room confirmed that Gabriel was nowhere to be found, and that was unusual. Ever since we had gotten past our fight, he always slept next to me. I figured he was just kept late again today. That would be nothing new. My neck and jaw protested when I turned my head to get a peek at my alarm clock. The green numbers flashed that it was 4:35am. I couldn't think straight as my mind was fuzzy, but I knew he should have been here by now. As I painfully pulled myself to an upright position, a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over me. It was stronger than normal, more intense. Everything about it felt wrong. She had given me too much. I needed
The sound of my bedroom door slamming against the wall woke me. My eyes cracked open, but my body refused to move. The rancid smell coming from the porcelain bowl below me had my mouth watering with the need to repeat the actions of the night before and empty my stomach again. Dry drool or vomit was stuck to my cheek, causing me to grimace when I felt it.Several voices filled my room, some calm and confident, and others were frantic and angry. I turned my head before dropping it back on my arm where I was still able to see the visitors in the doorway. The room was no longer spinning, only I was. It felt as though my brain had a blanket wrapped around it, keeping the heat trapped in to cook my body from the inside out, while blocking me from being able to comprehend what was happening."You can't do this!" My sister's familiar voice echoed through the small room, and I groaned from the way my head pounded from the volume.A flash of blonde hair pushed through th
The process of getting fingerprinted, having my belongings logged into their system, and being assigned my room took longer than necessary. It was as if they enjoyed that I had to stand there with vomit in my hair and dried to my face. I was given a loose-fitting outfit, similar to what the workers were wearing, only while their scrubs were a dark blue, the patients were white. Several hours and angry comments from me later, I was brought to my room. One would think they would hurry up when they were getting verbally assaulted by a pissed-off, allegedly mentally unstable patient. Instead, it seemed to slow them down, and the angrier I got, the more amused they were. The room had two beds, one was empty with nothing more than a thin blanket and a flat pillow, and the other had the sleeping body of my new roommate. "This is Waterman. Best not to wake her, or she might try to stab you." The man said with a laugh as he kicked the metal frame of her bed. I