Rogue Squad

Is It Really True?

My head spins rapidly in confusion as I walk through the winding halls. The walls seem to be getting tighter and tighter by the second; as if they are caving in on me. My throat shrinks, making it harder to breath. This feeling of suffocation is becoming more and more common, and I'm hating every second of it.

I just can't stop thinking about Greyson's reaction.

Will he be mad? Will he freak out on me?

How am I going to handle this?

How will Damien handle this? He is obviously going to be furious...

I groan in pain as the thoughts mush together into a huge blur in my head. A pressure rises throughout my mind, the beginning of a headache it seems. The thoughts are racing so fast, I can barely think of a coherent sentence. Scenario after scenario scramble and project in my mind. Fear races through me, since no scene I conjured up has a happy ending.

Wait.

I pause my thoughts. Taking a deep breath in and letting it out.

I'm jumping to conclusions here. There's still a fifty percent chance that I'm not pregnant. I could just be sick. Plus, the pain from my mark burning could be causing my nausea. Theoretically, I could be overreacting; no, they could be overreacting.

I take another deep breath in and slowly let it out.

What should I do?

Who do I have to turn to about this stuff when Rina's not here...?

Then my mind goes someplace that I wasn't expecting: but would she be willing to listen to me? Would she be willing to help me? I mean we don't get along but at this point I don't have many options. It seems as if this is the only place I have left to go.

My feet carry me on my way to my new and odd destination. In the next few minutes I'm confronted with a neon leg that flashes up and down in a gaudy and bright pink hallway. It makes my stomach churn uncomfortably, but thankfully I appeared to have thrown up everything in my belly earlier this morning. I sigh and take a step towards the curtains blocking the doorway. When I do a very familiar and annoyingly frizzy-red head comes flaunting through the door.

She practically runs into me, but I stealthily back up in time. She freezes as she sees my face. I can tell she's in conflict with herself. She really wants to say something rude and mean to me, but everyone was at the mating ceremony, she's holding back for the sake of me being the soon-to-be Alpha's mate.

"How can I help you?" she manages to force out of her mouth in a polite-enough tone.

"I'm looking for Catalina." I state, peeking around the frizzy-haired women and into the club with flashing strobe lights. The curtain is still swaying behind her so I can see glimpses of the inside. No Catalina to be seen so far.

"She's busy."

"Oh really?" I ask her, "Mind if I wait for her in the back then?"

The woman's eye twitches in annoyance. I can tell she wants me to leave. She's making it obvious that I'm 'disturbing' the peace. Yet, I don't care. I need someone to talk to damn it, and I'm not leaving until I get what I want.

"She may be a while, I don't believe it would be in your best interest to wait." She snickers at me.

"Clever response. But I really need to see her right away. Damien asked me to come here and fetch her myself. Unless, you want me to tell Damien that you turned me away. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to come down here himself and deal with you."

Her eyes widen in fear. I can practically see her playing the scene out in her head. "Damien... Damien asked you to bring one of our girls to him? And you're okay with that?"