Yellowjackets Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

My mother hated crafts, making it the last thing she would ever be excited about participating in. “I love you too momma.” And just like that, the call had disconnected. Tears fell freely down my cheeks. I needed to get her out of that facility. If she was giving me a warning about Ricci, she absolutely would be in danger as well. I sent out a text to Chief, letting him know that we had a code yellow. A code yellow was an indication of some sort of hazard coming our way. After agreeing to fill him in tomorrow, I climbed into bed and tried to get comfortable.

Dozens of notifications lit up the screen. News alerts. Private messages. Rock’s name was among them, followed by three missed calls and a single text from Kingston. Not only had everyone discovered my impromptu vacation, but it seemed like something had happened. I opened the first article, and my stomach dropped. "Werewolf-Toxic Ingredients Found by Human Company in Supplements—Linked to Silverfang Subsidiary." Silverfang. “Oh my God,” I whispered. I sat down hard on the edge of the bed, reading faster, my breath coming short.

“What are y-” "Get out of there," I said. I stuff the needle and the rest of the shit into the box and shove it under the bed. Confusion whirls in Trigger's chocolate-brown eyes as he stares at me. I stand and grab his wrist, trying to yank him out of Alec's spot, panic rushing through me once more. "Whoa, Harley, what the fuck? Jesus.” "Trigger, get up. I don’t want you in my bed, okay?”