Fifty-Five

Fifty-Five

Naomi

Werewolves scare me. Majorly, what they were willing to do for power, and who they didn't mind throwing under the bus.

As Clinton, one of Seth's most trusted guard brought me clothes to change in, and a book and pen to write on, for me, I knew Seth was in danger. Imagine being surrounded with people who wanted you dead?

Leaving my beautiful red dress, a dress that signified a hope that was trampled on, on the floor for Seth to see when he came to look for me and found out I wasn't there. Xander also said I should write a note, hence the book and pen.

"The path for your escape is clear. Finish up so we can be on our way." Clinton said and I couldn't prevent myself from glaring at the traitor.

"He trusted you."

Clinton smirked, "That's his mistake. Now hurry up, slut. Unless you want to be killed."

I opened my mouth to say some nasty things, but Xander shut me up by thanking Clinton, as if he didn't just call his sister a slut.

What did I expect? Out of all