Ready Or Not, Here I Come

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And then I woke up, drenched in sweat and blanket-less.

What was he going to say? Mango? Market? Mason? Wait, what? When did he come back into my brain? I hadn't even heard of him since...well, if I'm being honest, since I turned. It seemed so long ago, but he was always on the edge of my mind. I kept pushing him  there because, well, I figured I shouldn't really be thinking about him if I was hanging out with Carter, as much as he intrigued me. But what was up with him? And why wasn't he in the pack? I was kind of missing him too, but I would never admit that to anyone. I mean, I knew only knew him for a few days- hours really, but it almost felt as if my soul was calling for him. It was extremely odd.

I had a lot of questions, and I figured most of them would-could- only be answered by one person.

Johanna.

Psshh, y'all were thinking Carter, weren't you? Well, he would probably go insanely jealous (males), and that would not be good. Plus, there was something suspicious about this whole thing. I needed to get to the bottom of this, and suddenly I wasn't so sure Jo would give me the straight truth.

I needed the weak link of our trio.

I needed Alexis.

With a plan firmly mapped out in my head, I left Carter sleeping peacefully on the couch, slowly opened the door, and walked out.

Before walking right back in and putting some real clothes on. What kind of normal teenage girl (not on drugs or hungover) walks around in public with their pajamas on?

Not this one.

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It was just past three in the morning when I was crawling around the pack house, ninja style. If anyone saw me, I would be pegged as a  crazy white cracker (a wee bit off my rocker). But the idea of being caught just ignited the fire that had been pulsing through my veins since I snuck out of our room this morning, Carter snoring calmly in the room, a lock of brown hair resting on his head, eyes closed and hands tucked under his pillow.

With a gag in my hands, and a coil of rope in the other, I put my plan into motion. Slowly testing the door, I was unsurprised (yet a little disappointed; I had also brought my lock pick) to find it open. It slowly swung in on silent hinges, and I wound the gag around her face without her noticing. She was still in the process of waking up when I started to pull her down the stairs, into the pantry.

She looked around groggily when I sat her on a chair in there (I really didn't want to know why they kept a random chair in the pantry; my first honest-to-goodness thought was zombie apocalypse, but the lighting looked more sinister, and suddenly, a shudder ran through me, knocking one of my loops loose, and I had to restart on that one loop. When I was finished, I stood back to look at my work of art. It was beautiful, and I suppressed a sniffle of joy at it's beauty. Now it just had to hold...

Whipping off the gag, I heard her hack and cough for a while, trying to regain her sense of taste. Looking down at the no-longer clean, slightly soggy sock in my hand, I felt a wave of sheepishness wash over me, and was suddenly glad I wolf-napped Alexis instead of Jo. She would have made some smarta$$ comment on my really bad wolf-napping skills, and we would have started arguing instead of getting straight to business.

Which is what I did.

"So sorry to interupt your sleep, but I need answers. Straight, honest answers. From someone I can trust." I stared long and hard at Alexis, and she gulped nervously. I felt like cackling, like they did in movies, and I swear I felt the background music start playing.

I, being the weirdo I was, started circling her slowly, rubbing my hands gleefully and almost laughing. I had some serious problems, wolf-napping my own best friend.