My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“That’s crazy! I’ve never heard of a connection like that before.” Mina said.

“Me either and weird sh*t happens all the time around here.” Sierra says. “I’ll ask mom and dad about it and see what they have to say. I wonder if Alpha Reggie knows about the connection between you six?”

“I don’t know, but we can talk about that later. What are you going to do for your birthday since you have visitors?” I ask, not really wanting to discuss the guys. It just makes me homesick. And I feel bad if me getting my brand affected them like that.

“Just one visitor. We couldn’t all leave. We are still investigating the breach and the information we got was accurate. There aren’t any rogue camps that we can find for now, but there are indications that a few camps were on the mainland close to the waterline surrounding the island, meaning they were watching us. We just can’t figure out why they left.” Sam looks at me with sadness in his eyes.

“Your information came from Midget here, she put the pieces together and you have a very good idea why they left and you just don’t want to say it out loud.” Mina says, looking from Sam and Sierra on the phone to me.

“What?!” I ask looking between Mina and the phone.

run,

have college guys waiting for you and

protect you when you are out there putting

a warrior and that is excatly what my job is. Iam not

to talk to Sierra on her birthday, we are not turning this into a ‘put Sky in a bubble’ conversation. “You’ve all tried that before and it backfired on all of us. Now Sierra, back to my question, do you

no. Sam surprised me last night and I think my parents want to have dinner, but I think we are just going to hang out and relax today. But, Sky, he’s not wrong, I’m not

my eyes and hand the phone to Mina, grab

friend is taking their side which she never does. I left my pack so I could grow and get better not to become afraid of some other bully. Like Oliver, I need to workout my frustrations or I might break something. I change into a sports bra and shorts and throw sweats over them. I pull my waist length blonde hair

hands me my phone. I looked at the screen and she ended the call. With no words she holds up a finger to tell me to wait a minute and she goes to change as well. This is why I

talk about and work through the problem. She doesn’t even hesitate, just changes quickly, grabs her music and we both head out, jogging to the gym to get our warm-up

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