As the hours pass by, Clarke looks through the glass window and sees Monty's room completely empty but then she is startled by someone in a hazard suit entering the other omega's room and cleaning it. A bad thought passes through her mind and in her desperation she takes the IV stand and destroys the camera and then breaks the glass window. She hisses in pain as the protruding piece of glass carves a gash on her arm but her pain is overcome by her desire to look for Monty and the rest of her family. She then takes another piece of glass and goes towards the person in the suit and removes the facepiece and notices it is a sickly looking young male beta.
She places the glass on his neck and demands, "Where's my friend?! What happened to him?!" The male beta is scared shitless and starts panicking.
"Please Clarke lower the glass," he pleads, slightly trembling.
"How do you know my name?!" Clarke demands, slightly confused.
"It's on your chart. Please let me go," he pleads again but she doesn't ease up and demands, "Start walking, take me to them!" The male beta does as he's told and after walking for some minutes and going down in an elevator they end up on a floor with a sign "Level 5" and then slowly make their way inside. What Clarke sees confuses her more.
There are five long tables and sitting around them are almost all of her people. "What the hell is going on?" she asks, confused and dazed and at the same time, lowers the glass from the beta's neck and he scurries away. "Clarke!" Monty exclaims and goes running to her, followed by Jasper, and the rest of her family.
"Where the hell are we?" she asks while hugging them but before they can answer a male voice responds, "Welcome to Mount Weather Clarke. You're safe here. We brought you here to protect you from the reapers and savages that roam this land."
When she turns around she's met with a young man probably in his late twenties or early thirties, an alpha by his scent. He extends his arm and says, "Hello, my name is Cage Wallace and I'm the person in charge," with a smile on his face that Clarke finds creepy. She gets goosebumps when she touches his hand. Her omega instincts tell her that Cage Wallace is not to be trusted.
"Oh babe, I miss you," she thinks to herself as her mind goes to her alpha but is glad that O is not there with her. She then observes that Cage is surrounded by his security detail made up of six people, mostly betas by their scent.
"Let us go to the medical ward Clarke, so that we can get that wound cleaned before it gets infected," Cage says warmly and motions with his hand for her to start walking. She nods but before she leaves she turns around and looks at her people. She then notices that all her people in the room are omegas and betas but no alphas. It's true that they have little alphas. Apart from Bellamy and Octavia, there are only five other alphas - Harper, Raven, Atom, Murphy and Roma and none of them are there. She says nothing and starts walking away.
Clarke can feel that something isn't adding up but she decides to play along with this, Cage Wallace. A few minutes later, she is sitting on a hospital bed as a male nurse cleans and disinfects her arm then sutures it. After it's done he bandages her arm, when the door opens and a woman, an alpha, comes in.
"Hello Clarke, how is your arm?" the alpha woman asks but Clarke doesn't answer. "Not much of a talker is she?" the woman asks Cage and he simply responds, "Must have gotten it from the savages no doubt." The alpha woman dressed in a doctor's coat stretches her hand and introduces herself.
"My name is Dr. Lorelei Tsing. I am the Chief Medical Officer of Mount Weather." Clarke looks at her and feels trepidation towards the alpha but nonetheless takes the woman's hands and simply replies, "Clarke Griffin." Dr. Tsing looks at her and a smirk slowly appears on her face and as for Clarke, she feels a cold, dreadful shiver run down her spine.
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Where We Come From ✅ [Complete]
WerewolfA story in which we must know where we come from in order to know where we are going and who we are. The Ark is controlled by the Elites made up of the Chancellor, Council and highly specialized professionals. The Elites have rigorously altered thei...