Shirley My shock from Ralph’s words hasn’t worn off. As expected, I had a fitful night’s rest as I tossed and turned, seeing his sneering face clear as day each time I closed my eyes. Only, even when I climbed out of the bed this morning, Ralph still overtook my thoughts. It’s not just about his cruel expression - it’s about the distaste he expressed over Anya. I still don’t understand what caused the shift as my charm should still hold. He should be going crazy over the fact that Anya is gone - and technically he is, but not for the right reasons. Ralph should be reflecting a moping lover who wants his girl back. However, his newfound reaction suggests he would rather harm Anya rather than warmly welcome her if she ever returned. I’m still stewing over the whole encounter as I sit in front of my computer. I’m spending another day working at home as the pack is still dealing with the protests. Honestly, it’s a shame - not only because of the protests giving us setbacks, but becau
Shirley I don’t know how long I’ve been standing there - it could be seconds or maybe even hours. Then again, it almost feels like time stops and the world melts away. Once again, I don’t understand. How can Ralph seem so malicious toward Anya? Toward me? With only half my wits, I try to check in with Cicy, but she’s practically unresponsive as she rests within me. Her recent tired nature only adds to my confusion, causing my eyes to remain fogged as they stay on the door Ralph just slipped through. Empty threats, I try to tell myself. They’re all just empty threats. Maybe Ralph thinks that by trying to intimidate me that I’ll fold and start desperately trying to reach Anya, that I can get her to come back. It’s the only thing that seems semi-logical. I can’t see how any other explanation could possibly make any sense. I’m still thinking over the whole ordeal, eyes pinned to the door when I feel a strange sense of comfort come over me - which doesn’t make sense to me. Was my
Shirley It’s not Alana I call that night, but Jean. Back on our usual schedule, I do my check-in right at nine o’clock, but make sure to dance around the subject of Ralph. But this time, I do mention Keith. “He seemed happy with my work,” I inform her, finding myself smiling. “He even told me as much. Which is a huge deal because he could refer me to other major clients. Could you imagine?” “That’s awesome, Shirley!” Jean says happily, sounds of her washing dishes filling the background. “I’m not surprised, though. You don’t need his approval to know how amazing you are at your work.” “I know,” I reply, shrugging as I tug the blanket on my lap higher. “But it’s still nice to hear someone say nice things. Words of validation and all that.” “I get it,” Jean reassures me. “So does that mean you’ll be coming home soon?” And there it is - Jean’s roundabout way of attempting to make sure I get the hell out of the Lock Heart pack as soon as possible. I know her worries are warranted,
Shirley Another day, another work session spent alone at home. Some of Keith’s team have responded with some comments, so I’ve spent the morning sending out replies and editing my work. It’s easy enough, though Sam - one of the older wolves - won’t stop coming back with more and more questions. I guess I should be thankful for his interest, at least that’s what I tell myself as I sit back, sighing as his reply appears in my inbox again. Due to hours of relentless work, even my laptop is tired as it flashes a low battery warning at me. Promptly, I bend down to look through it, pushing around other items in order to find it along the mess. However, due to the limited contents, I quickly discover that it’s not there. Wondering if I had taken it out when I was still lost in my thoughts the day before, I go into the living room to see if I had absentmindedly brought it in there. But when I discover nothing, I then search in the dining room, kitchen, bedroom, and even the bathroom. W
Shirley The case of my missing file has been put on the back burner for the day as I find myself at Keith’s for another reason. He’s invited the team to attend a luncheon for the afternoon, meaning all business is off the table for the time being. We’re just meant to enjoy ourselves. I happily rise to the occasion, relishing in the lighthearted company and conversation as I sit at the long table amongst the other wolves. I’m strangely in a good mood as I chat with them, not even bothered by Ralph who sits across the table and a few seats down. He seems to be keeping to himself and so am I. Keith, of course, resides at the head of the table. I haven’t talked to him since I arrived, but I seem to be acutely aware of his presence as he shares soft conversations with the men around him. I even see him flash a hint of a smile here and there - maybe he’s in a decent mood too. “Do you eat much lamb on the west coast,” the wolf - Asher - says at my side as he helps himself to another
Shirley“I’m on my way..”That’s all Keith had said in reply before he’d hung up the phone - no questions, no reluctancy. All I’d heard were those four words and swift steps before the phone had gone silent. Standing here now, I almost wish that I would have asked him to stay on the phone with me until he arrived. The knocking and ringing have stopped, but that hasn’t done anything to calm me.I feel like I’m going to crumble - my bones are so tight and my muscles so strained that I fear they might actually shatter. Either that, or I may have a heart attack based on the way my heart pounds within my chest. It’s practically painful as I run a hand along my sternum, taking small gasps of air as I try to shake the panic. But I know it’s not going anywhere.As awful as the pounding and doorbell ringing were, the silenced aftermath seems
KeithRelaxing had been an impossible task for the Alpha since he’d left Shirley’s the night before. All day, he found that he couldn’t stop thinking about the woman - how her voice had seemed so fearful on the phone that he’d snapped his pen in half when he’d heard it. Or how he’d nearly broken his front door when he rushed out of it before tearing out of his driveway, going at an ungodly speed in his car.He’d been beside himself as he imagined what he’d find when he arrived at her house, only able to calm down a little when he saw for himself that she was okay. But the information she’d given him only raised more concern.Someone was terrorizing her and he couldn’t figure out who may be behind it. All he could do now was ensure her safety and keep a watchful eye out. Sure, he still didn’t completely trust the woman, but that didn’t mean s
ShirleyDespite better judgment, I’ve decided to come into town today. I know it may not be safe for me to be out and about, but considering what happened at the house last night - it doesn’t feel safe to be there either. At least in town I’ll be in a public setting, surrounded by witnesses if anything goes wrong.And I really hope it doesn’t. Honestly, I don’t understand why someone is messing with me and why they’re going to such drastic measures to shake me up. Who have I wronged so badly that they feel the need to take me things? Leave dead rabbits for me to find? And what if the two aren’t correlated at all? I could be dealing with two people instead of one, and that thought really shakes me up.I’m just thankful that Keith was so willing to come over before whoever was at my door became impatient, deciding to take things up a notch. His presence had