I lied.
It was a mistake.
Now my mate hates me.
Can I blame him?
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Alpha Argento's office feels stuffy and itchy, as if thick wool fills every square inch. It's that, or my clothes are shrinking and suffocating me to death. My hands shake as I wipe them on my thighs. I want to claw my way out of here and go for a run, but considering my wolf hasn't come to fruition yet, I'm stuck here in my abysmal human body that can only do abysmal human things like sweat, panic, and be utterly useless.
Moons, I can't wait for my eighteenth birthday. Then, my wolf will manifest and finally grace me with her presence. Then, I can use extensive wolf hearing, smell, and strength to deal with whatever is happening here . . .
. . . you know if I could go back in time. Then, I could deal with whatever is happening here. But, alas, time travel isn't an ability given to wolves or any such creature for that matter...at least that I know of. If it is, it's a secret that's been kept very close to the chest and I must applaud whoever for their secret-keeping ability. That's the kind of friend you want when you do something embarrassing or commit murder.
I lift my arm and take a quick sniff. Eesh. I need a shower. I've been stuck in this room panic-sweating for at least an hour, and it shows.
I blow out an obnoxious breath as my cheeks heat. My mind has fully taken the reigns and is running off to faraway places. I need to get it under control before it runs itself right off a figurative cliff.
Stay focused.
Stay present.
Stay here.
That's what Mama always said whenever my mind would worry me into a tizzy. Her warm, soft hands would gently press my cheeks, forcing my lips to pucker into a fish kiss, as she'd lean in and whisper those very words over and over until the chaotic storm that my mind had manifested had somehow stopped.
Moons, I miss you, Mama. I wish you were here with me now.
Tears surface. I can't afford to cry right now, so I re-focus and try to get my brain to stay still.
Brain, you are a statue, a Greek statue...but not the statue of David. That would be weird.
An image of a naked David and his little dilly surface and I curse my imagination. With a quick shake of my head, I use my imagination to resurface an image of Mama and her kind smile, reminding myself to stay focused, stay present, and stay here.
Why am I here, by the way?
That's the question that hasn't stopped running through my brain ever since I'd been thrown in this room without so much as a word or any grace. The backs of my arms still burn from where the Beta's claws had dug into the flesh of my upper arm. Not sure why he was so man-handly...is that even a word? If not, I'm making it one. Anyway, not sure why a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound man-beast would need to be so rough with little ole me. I weigh, maybe, one-hundred-and-twenty max. Okay . . .
