Shape Shifting Love

Chapter Twenty Two

A/N hey guys sorry for not uploading in like forever but here it is :D to be honest with you I wasn't planning on what happens in this chapter to actually happen but I thought this would be good so I hope you enjoy it. also id like to dedicate this to acey for talking to me and I believe in you gurl, don't give up writing, dino gurls forever. id also like to say to Hayley here you go its finally here after you asking and asking for an update ;) so yup I hope you enjoy it

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Chapter 22

Michaela

I walk along the dusty path I he afternoon sun looking like I did yesterday, towards the building I dread. When I looked in the mirror earlier I realised I had scratch marks across both of my cheeks that would take a few weeks to recover. I finally reach the gates and the guards there wave me in once the wired gates are drawn open. I walk through the courtyard at the front of the building where I place my forearm on a glass panel and enter the building. Strolling through the corridors of the hospital like interior like I’m meant to be here I bump into Luna who grins at my presence.

“Well, well look whose back. Follow me so Darren can see you also.” She orders sharply. I do as she says, not wanting to seem unusual to her, and follow her to the room where they turned me. The doors slide open to reveal the room exactly as it was before I was led out of it. We walk into the room to be greeted by Darren with a nod. I do my best to keep an expressionless face.

“Good to see you’re back, I’m trusted that you fulfilled your mission?” I nod in response. My gaze drifts to Hayley in the corner with her head bowed onto her knees which are drawn up to her chest. My throat tightens when I pull my eyes away from her, tears well at the corners of my eyes my throat constricts even tighter as if an invisible hand is trying to strangle my. I blink away he tears and focus my attention back on Darren.

“Right well you must be hungry and tired, I’ll take you to the dining hall.”

I follow him down a long corridor pas multiple training and weapons rooms. The longer we walk, deeper into the building the faster y heart beats and the more the palms of my hands become slick with sweat. Finally we reach the dining hall where I’m handed a tray of soup and bread and find a place at the table with a few other shifters. None of them look up as I take my seat and continue eating in a robotic manner. I copy them to attract no extra attention to myself than I need to.

After I’ve finished robotically eating I walk out of the room and down the corridor until I reach the weapons room. I place my arm on the glass panel and the doors slide open. I step inside to find the room is empty, no one inside apart for myself and the hundreds of weapons. I walk over to one of the walls and fiddle with the metal whips and swords that hang up on the wall. I pick up a dagger and slide the blade carefully into the side of my boot and a revolver into the other. I look around the room in search for something to place more weapons in and find a tattered, brown satchel. I pick it up, open it up to find a key pass to a block called the holding block, out of curiosity I take it out and stuff it into the pocket on the side on my thigh in the jumpsuit.

Then I proceed to unhook the weapons, whips, swords, guns, bow and arrows, daggers the lot into the bag until it’s fit to burst, shut it and sling it over my shoulder. I walk out of the room and wander round the corridors, left, right, right, left, and right until I find a set of doors I’ve never seen before.

Instead of a glass panel to place your arm onto beside the door on the wall is a box with a lit up slit in the middle of it. As if by instinct I take the card out of my thigh pocket and swipe it quickly through the gap and the door opens.