Your Instinct

The next morning, I woke up to the gentle light of the sun filtering through the curtains and for a moment, I was disoriented, used to the lack of light in the dungeons. Brad was still sleeping beside me, his arm wrapped protectively around my waist, and I watched the rise and fall of his chest, realizing that he was still asleep. I carefully untangled myself from his hold, not wanting to wake him before he as ready, and I got out of bed. After freshening up and changing into my day clothes, I made my way downstairs, so I could start my day.

In the kitchen, on the same white dish was the stale loaf of bread, and it reminded me of the entire interaction I had with Brad the night before, and my fear of the return of Alpha Dan.

Had the bread not been thrown out?

Shaking my head free of the thought, I threw it out myself and washed the dish, readying myself to go out.

As I descended the staircase in front of the pack house, I spotted Seth, the head of security, talking with a group of