Twenty-seven

“What the heck is this? Who are you?” I shouted at him.

“Why on Earth are you shouting?” Mrs. Bea grumbled as she walked into my room.

“Mrs. Bea.” I turned to her, smiling in relief that she was here. “This person—” I turned back, but the person was no longer standing in front of me. “What? How?” I creased my forehead. “Someone was here, standing right in front of me. How is that—”

“Have you finally lost your mind?”

“What's going on here?” Alpha Keegan asked as he walked into my room.

“She claims that someone was standing in front of her.” Mrs. Bea said, rolling her eyes to made me sound stupid.

“What do you mean?” He stood in front of me, staring between me and Mrs. Bea.

“Someone in a black hoodie was here. The person followed me all the way from the store. When I got to my room, I suddenly saw the person here again.”

Mrs. Bea burst into laughter. “I knew something was wrong with your head when I saw you sitting under the counter. How can anyone possibly be in the pack house wi