Against Devil

2 - The Talk

After my conversation with Alpha Nathaniel, the dialogue haunted me, replaying in my mind like a broken record. Each recollection was a vivid reminder of the awkwardness, my brain relentlessly replaying the moment, taunting me with a silent, mocking whisper, "Look how spectacularly you've bungled things."

As I made my way up the gleaming stairs, the fresh scent of polished wood filled the air. I couldn't help but reminisce about the days when I was just a small child and my dad held a position of Beta in the building. Back then, I would meticulously explore every nook and cranny, gaining an intimate knowledge of the layout. I was keenly aware of where everything was located, as well as the areas that were off-limits to me.

I once dragged Lizzy to make her more playful and join Jasmine and me in our activities. It was a unique experience since we were the only girls in the house. The rest of the occupants were warriors who entrusted Omegas with babysitting their children while they went to work. This was a significant responsibility considering that the female members of the pack also had professional commitments outside their own household.

The pack house consistently hosted a diverse and vibrant community, making it a welcoming space for all. Individuals were encouraged to visit for various purposes, including utilizing the library's resources, delving into ancestral records, addressing concerns, and participating in cultural ceremonies and events.

Upon entering my room, my gaze was immediately drawn to the large wooden desk that dominated the space. It stood in the middle, like an altar of sorts, silently promising to witness the spectrum of my experiences here - both my achievements and my fuck ups.

I could almost see the future unfold around it - the highs of triumph, the lows of despair, and that inevitable moment of fiery defiance when I'd finally reach my breaking point.

The walls painted a deep shade of green, seemed to echo the dense forest that loomed just beyond the windows. The house itself, a curious amalgamation of wood, glass, and stone, felt like an extension of the natural world outside. Yet, it held secrets, especially the West Wing.

As per my father's stern warning, that part of the house was shrouded in mystery, forbidden territory. A place so ominously off-limits that it piqued my curiosity and dread in equal measure.

As I explored the room, I noted the empty shelves waiting to be filled with my belongings, a testament to the new beginnings that lay ahead. The window behind the desk offered a view that was both inspiring and introspective, a constant reminder of the world outside and the solitude within. Everything in the room was meticulously arranged and polished, a silent testament to the care taken before my arrival.

Venturing further, I discovered an adjacent room where a queen-sized bed stood proudly, its headboard against the wall, flanked by windows that bathed the room in natural light. Nightstands stood guard on either side, while the luxury of a private bathroom was not lost on me.

Yet, despite the comfort and polish, there was an underlying tension, a sense of too-perfect orderliness. It was as if the room had been prepared under watchful eyes; its cleanliness was not just a matter of dignity but a statement, a silent message left by someone who knew the art of leaving no trace.

The meticulousness of it all was unnerving. It spoke of Omegas, who didn't just clean but sanitize a space until it felt almost sterile, devoid of any personal touch. It left me wondering-who would demand such perfection? What were they trying to erase or cover?

After thoroughly inspecting the room, I decided it was time to head back home. I needed my father's truck to move my belongings into my new quarters at the pack house. Lucky me-leaving the comfort of my home to join these two bastards on their ambitious quest to make Golden Eye a great pack.