Werewolf Compilations novel Chapter 103

Rae

I find myself sleeping in, not waking up until noon. At first, I see the clock and think that it must be broken, but then I head downstairs and Gail and Theresa greet me.

"Someone was tired," Gail says as I sit down with Theresa at the table. "What time did you go to bed?"

"A normal time," I say slowly, still waking up. "I thought someone would wake me if I was still sleeping past ten."

"We would have, but Alpha Grant left a note to let you sleep. He said you needed rest."

"You do look well rested," Theresa chimes in. "We all need to sleep in now and then."

I nod and thank Gail as she places a plate in front of me. "How long will they be searching for camps for?"

"Usually all day, why? Are they searching for camps?"

I nod again, taking a bite out of the sandwich. "That's what James said. They're searching past the East border."

"Well, I'd assume he'd be back for dinner then."

We continue chatting and I decide to ask them if they know of any girls my age that may want to hang out sometime. At first, they give me a funny look. "What?" I ask. "I'm serious."

Gail straightens up, "No, No, of course we know. Aren't you friends with that Theodore one?"

I shrug. "I don't know. I want a friend that's a girl."

Theresa grabs my attention, "You know, all the young people go to the gathering. You can go to one and meet people I'm sure. My niece goes to every one."

"Oh, yeah," I mutter, not so enthusiastic, "those don't really go well for me."

"What do you mean? All the kids just get together and dance and talk and do whatever you guys do now."

How do I tell them that I'm not the average 'young person'? Thinking about any gathering, my pack or here, makes me experience uncomfortable flashbacks. I can't say that I didn't give it a shot, many shots at that. The gathering is just not for me.

After lunch, I remember the dairies and check my shelf, but they aren't there, so I return to the hidden door. The bookshelf is moved against the wall beside the door, exposing the handle and outline. James must have moved it for me. Now that I think about it, I don't know how he'd find the diaries. He doesn't know where they are or what the others look like.

I enter and bend down to the shelf underneath the window, placing the first diary in its slot and grabbing the other two. I close the door on my way out, but leave the shelf against the wall, not wanting to break anything in an attempt to move it all the way back. The first time I just scooted it forward a bit and squeezed through, so I turn for the hallway but stop when an array of noises erupt from the other end of the house. I listen carefully and immediately make out the sounds to be voices, and not Gail's or Theresa's.

Leaving the secret room behind, I venture out into the commotion. As I near the kitchen, I see Gail walking out and heading for the living room. "What in the world—," she starts but stops and I hurry to her.

"What is it?" I ask, coming up beside her but promptly being swiped by the scene. Two guards stand at the door while another stands at the bottom of the stairs while Will and another help James up the stairs. An unknown feeling grows in the pit of my stomach, but I don't know what it is.

"What's going on?" I call to the guards, handing Gail the diaries while I hurry up the steps. "James?"

Will looks back to me with James' arm slung over his shoulder. "There was an accident."