My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

I showered and spread out my books to make sure that I am as far ahead as I can be on my work, since I know I won’t be getting anything done this weekend.

I woke up early, well, my usual time and was both relieved and lonely finding my room completely empty of my friends. The revolving door of protectors the last few weeks with everything going on meant there was a constant presence, whether outside my door at the Beta house or camped on the sizable couch that showed up in my packhouse bedroom after the threat was delivered last week and everyone stayed with me.

I’m still trying to wrap my emotions around my friend’s behavior. They know very well that I ama great fighter, but treat me like a porcelain doll. They

claim to trust me, but have secret conversations without me over their mind link. I know they care for me, but the looks of fear and uncertainty thrown my way make me anxious.

I shower quickly and head down to grab a bite to eat before my patrol shift starts. I’m met with Gamma Brett and Oliver standing at the island having

alow conversation that quickly stops once they notice my presence. Oliver hands me another shake but walks away. I reach for his arms as he walks by me. He stops but doesn’t turn his head.

“Thank you.” I whisper, indicating the shake.

He takes a deep shuddering breath, then steps out of my grasp and heads for the stairs, clearly just off his shift. 1 take my own calming breath before

turning to Gamma Brett who just watched the whole situation in silence.

“Ready?” Is all he asks. And I nod in response.

any indication of how tonight is going to be, then I may skip

are similar. I Patrols were the same. We have found nothing out of

isthmus that connects our territory to the mainland. Everything and everyone that comes and goes is

coming onto our

when I run, and I have found that even actively participating in patrols and concentrating on what

have come up with a theory as to why we haven’t found anything

don’t understand

silver?

are you thinking so hard

Brett asks, a little amusement in his

Theories.

Really? Care to share?

are worth sharing, honestly. Just jumbled thoughts. Probably things everyone else has already thought

don’t know why I am being so vague. It’s weird talking to him when normally I would be hashing my ideas out with the

asking to help me learn a

talk to me right? Or Kyle or Gwen or Ava. You seem

deep breath, knowing he’s right,