Twenty-four

I arrived at the pack house with Mrs. Bea while Scarlett had to leave for training. It was obvious that she still had something to say, but Mrs. Bea's presence disturbed her from speaking to me.

“Freshen up first. You stink.” Mrs. Bea scrunched her face at me. “When you’re done, there’s a whole lot of cleaning that needs to be done. You’ll begin with cleaning the kitchen then making a meal for everyone. Once you’re done with that, let me know.” She ordered.

“Yes, Mrs. Bea.” I bowed my head at her then staggered up the stairs till I arrived at my room. The door was still shattered and the only thing in the room was my plastic bag of my belongings that I had left in Alpha Keegan’s car.

I laid on the floor for a few minutes to take a short nap till I could feel my body again. Remembering Mrs. Bea was going to be expecting me and how she could get angry, I jerked up straight and left to have a long bath, hissing every second from the pain the water caused against my bruised skin and wel