Chapter 24: B.M.

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(Scarlets P.O.V.)

I sat in silence. Pure silence. The room was dark, as I refused to stare at the walls that reminded me of the past. The past that I no longer recognized. 

After Nathan brought me back to my room, I sat on the bed with a huff. He gave me one good look, before he turned his back and closed the door. As soon as the sound of the door closing filled the room, thats when tears I tried holding in, finally started to pour out.

I cried for what felt like hours. Cried about how much I wished things were different, how I wish my parents weren't who they were, wished I was with Jake and Kohl and Ella. I cried that the people I called my parents weren't who I thought they were. I felt like if I cried long enough someone would walk through the door and say it was all a joke. But no one ever did. I was all out of tears, that's when I finally fell asleep. 

My guess was that it was night time and thats why it felt like I had been asleep for days. 

Now here I sat, in the dark. Not a spot of light to be seen. I could feel the dry tears still at the corner of my eyes. I knew my eyes were puffy, I could feel it. I felt emotionless. Like I wanted to keep crying, but there were no more tears left to spill. I don't think I've ever cried so much.

I closed my eyes and thought about the pack. Oh how I missed them. 

Did they even know I was missing? 

Are they looking? 

Did they find Blake? 

Is he alive? 

All these questions filled my head, as it started to pound from the worry. Would I ever see my family again?

A click sounded from the corner of the room as I turned my eyes towards the door. I squinted as the once dark room, was now filled with a bright light. 

A girl walked in, her hand on the light switch. 

The girl was about the same hight as me but her hair was blond and was the length of her shoulders. I noticed she had purple high lights in her hair which really looked good on her. She was skinny and had a hour glass figure as they call it. She was beautiful I'd admit that. Her hazel eyes made the blond and purple stand out more.

"Holy shit. You look terrible," she explained.

I rolled my eyes and rubbed at them, the dry tears starting to peal off. 

"If your here to offer me food, I already told the other 3 wolves that came in here that I'm not hungry," I huffed.

She smiled.

"No, I was sent by your father to help you find some clothes and get you ready," she said closing the door behind her.

"I'm sorry to tell you this. But my father is dead, that monster you call your alpha is not my dad. And what am I getting ready for?"

She shrugged, "Wow you'd think a princess would be happy to be returned to her kingdom. I guess not. I'm not quiet sure what I'm getting you ready for. I was just told to have you look decent, nothing tight but nothing bummy."

"Trust me I'm no princess."

She walked over to the door that was covered in drawing I had drawn when I was younger. She opened it and was welcomed by racks full of different clothes. 

I slid to the corner of the bed where the closet door was. 

"My name is Scarlet by the way," I said nervously.

She laughed, " Trust me I know who you are. Everyone in this pack knows who you are. I'm Jade."

"Huh? How?"

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