My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

No, they don’t, but you can choose to tell them or not.

It’s not a secret you have to keep, but can if you want.

They clearly know something is going on with you.

I look up at all of them. This is exciting news for me. Something I have wanted for myself for so long, I don’t remember a time not dreaming of this

day. I am so excited I don’t want to keep it from them. I finally have people to share things like this with, accomplishments that have been in the works

for years. I beam at the Alpha then each of my friends. The Alpha King, Warrior Nickolas and Warrior Osiston want me to train to be an Elite Warrior.”

I basically squeal. Kota stiffens under me. Cam grips the edge of his fathers desk, knuckles going instantly wthite and Oliver’s face drops and he

sinks to his knees, breathing heavily.

“Bitty, I thought we talked about this. He breathes in deep like it’s difficult. “You can’t leave. We need you, can’t you see that?” Why is he pleading witt

me? This is good news.

I move to get up, but Kota’s iron grip won’t let me move an inch. I try again, pushing with my hands this time. He’s not looking at me, but at his father,

with a glare that would bring a lesser man crumbling down. I reach out to Oliver, wanting to ease his obvious pain. He doesn’t move, just stares at me

in disbelief.

and it’s not forever.” I try and reason with them, “It’s just training. You guys all know I want to train to be an elite warrior,

let me start for another year at the earliest, but I didn’t want to keep it from you. This

their reactions are not what I expected and it’s tough to keep up my enthusiasm. “Besides, you are all leaving in a few weeks, Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

that I want to go train to be

none of them relax and their sad and angry expressions stay the same slump against Kota’s chest,

And they are totally okay with that. What hypocrites, they are all going to leave me here alone

goddess designed for them, but they want to keep me here under

have fun and adventures. They are no better than

tears burning the back of my eyes and normally I would blink them away or run and hide so

their motives the more the angry tears build and I eventually just let

they want me stuck here too,

worn path that they are comfortable with, caged like a pretty bird only

as a party trick when other high ranking wolves come to visit. The freakshowthat they can use to

pack look better.

at the window, letting my dark thoughts spiral, a strong longing to be in the forest outside hitting me, feeling the walls closing in on

anger coursing through me, boiling in my veins. I push