Charlotte isn't sure what to do.She's completely torn between going home, or staying with her mate.She hasn't had a chance to fully contemplate how she feels about finding her mate, but one look at Conrad tells her that she's going to have plenty of time to figure it out."What's his name?" Conrad asks, and Charlotte sits up on the bed, the sheets gathering around her waist."Matt Keller," she informs her best friend, and Conrad makes a 'hmm' noise."It's a nice name. He seems like an okay guy; he made sure you were okay before we were allowed leave," Conrad reasons.She's thrilled for her friend; Charlotte deserves someone as amazing as she is, and although she isn't sure if Matt is that guy, she thinks it's worth a try to find out. She's willing to give him a chance; she's delighted for the girl who has always wanted to find her mate.She can sense Charlotte is hesitant, though, and Conrad is determined to find out why.If it's because of her, it certainly won't be for long. Her s
The awakening is nowhere near as pleasant as how they fell asleep.Jeanne topples out of the bed when her alarm suddenly starts blaring, scaring the shit out of Conrad and Charlotte, who both bolt upright.Conrad immediately goes on the defensive, her bright eyes glowing as she tries to find the offending object.Charlotte is snarling, half-shifted.They're all a little hungover as well, which makes things worse.Jeanne is tangled in the sheets as she tries to stand up, and by the time she manages to get herself up, the phone with the screeching alarm has been turned off and thrown across the room."You never said you had set the alarm," Conrad breathes, pressing a hand to her forehead as she leans against the pillows behind her, trying to calm herself down."I forgot I had set one," Jeanne whispers, her face pale as she tries to turn on the lights.They had gone shopping yesterday once Conrad was deemed alright to leave the hospital, so the girls did have clothes for the day.Charlot
She feels sick at this admission.She can't find her words."How did you know?" She asks quietly, and Carlos runs a hand through his hair, standing up.The light on his desk is beeping, indicating somebody is entering the code to come into the quarters."How did you know, Carlos?" Conrad repeats, standing up on shaky legs.She feels like she's going to throw up."Sit down, let's talk about it," Carlos says quietly, looking up at her.Conrad scowls at him, shaking her head."No, Carlos, I won't sit down. If you can't tell me, I'm not going to stay here. Do you know what else is going to happen in my life? Have you turned into some sort of crazy mind-reader? Actually, you know what, I don't think I want to know," she blabbers, massaging her temples lightly.Carlos stands up, not breaking eye contact with her."Connie, I spoke to a witch about you. You can speak to her if you want, but we have more pressing issues right now," he informs her, turning his monitor around to face her.On the
Does she enjoy working? Yes.Does she enjoy socialising? Yes.Does she enjoy interacting with co-workers who she's never met? No.Conrad reluctantly leaves her office, seeing Carlos beckoning to her.The nine office workers, not including Carlos or herself, are gathered around one of the vacant desks in the lowest part of the office, laughing and chatting."Guys, this is our new co-worker. Her name is Conrad Rosser; she's worked here before. She's a tracker, and our current chief-of-staff until we can organise alternative arrangements. After that, she'll be leading our trackers," Carlos declares, and one of the women purses her lips.Oh no. She's going to be bitchy, Jane murmurs."What experience does she have?" The woman asks, which Conrad thinks is a very valid question. If she's going to be her boss, however briefly, she has the right to question her."I'm the future Beta of the Marcus pack. I've worked here for four months before as a primary tracker and analyst. I have plenty of
Conrad is already tired two weeks into her job.She's over it.Charlotte went home last week, after a week of getting to know her mate, promising to come back every weekend she could until she was able to secure a transfer, which Conrad was attempting to help her with.Jeanne was still being weird with her since they had their disagreement over making fun of Meg, so Conrad felt slightly isolated.She had become pretty friendly with everyone in the office, especially Aaron and Scarlet, the two trackers.They had gone out together the week before, and got absolutely smashed.They had all regretted it the next morning, but they enjoyed it before then."Do you have the files for the interviews?" Carlos asks, swinging into her office abruptly.He scares the shit out of her for a minute, and her heart is in her throat with fear until she recognises him."Yeah. They're on the table over there," Conrad mumbles, opening one of her eyes to stare at him."Are you okay?" He questions, furrowing h
How had he forgotten Sabrina was off school this week?"Why are you cooking? You never cook," Sabrina points out, wrapping her arms around her father's waist."No, I know; how did you get here?" He asks hesitantly, and Sabrina rolls her eyes, looking far more mature than her seven years."Jackie's mom dropped me off," Sabrina sighs, unwrapping herself from her father and walking over to the counter, standing on her tip-toes to see what was on the marble."It's a smoothie. Do you want some?" He asks, and Sabrina nods, giving him a wide smile.She's missing one of her baby teeth since the last time she was home, and he had made sure to send the school money for the tooth fairy as soon as she had called him to let him know.He felt bad for missing out on so much of her life, but he knew it wouldn't make sense for her to do schooling at the capital.He worked so much, and she had nobody else to go to; his mom was three hours away, and she had little interest in the grandchild her son had
The next month is more or less hell on earth for everyone involved.The work is hectic and repetitive, and Conrad is on the verge of tears when their interns arrive.Amber Adamo leads the pack, a look of nervous excitement on her face.The nervousness vanishes, replaced by a wide smile when she spots Conrad leaning against the counter in the kitchen area.Amber waves frantically at Conrad, who's eyes widen as she recognises the girl, giving her a wave back.She has a nasty gash on her leg since the day before, and it hasn't healed, causing Scarlet to be rather concerned about her fellow tracker.Her knee-length jumper dress exposes this slash, and it's forced into the spotlight as she walks towards the interns.She clears her throat quietly, blinking away her tears.She has a cup of coffee in her hand, something she doesn't love to drink but is desperately needed this week.They have annual reports to do, and whoever was doing them before Conrad had a very loose grasp on both formalit
She hates mud.She hates it even more when it's almost up to her knees.Conrad looks over her shoulder, making sure Scarlet was close by."You doing okay?" Conrad calls, adjusting the bag on her back."I fucking hate this," Scarlet screams, stomping her foot.Mud flies upwards, nearly hitting her."I know," Conrad sighs, waiting for her friend to catch up."Why couldn't they send Aaron? He's taller than both of us; it would be safer for him to be in here," Scarlet whines.Conrad offers her hand, which Scarlet manages to grab.Conrad hauls her forward, and Scarlet is finally beside her.They stop moving, leaning against respective trees."I still don't see anyone. I think Amaretti is doing this on purpose, torturing us," Scarlet scowls, taking a swig of the water from her bag."I don't think he's that brave," Conrad snorts, "this is literal hell. I swear to the Goddess, if I don't see a clue soon, I'm giving up."Thunder booms above them and Scarlet glowers at her friend."If it rains