Two-Hundred-Sixty-Three

Zachariah is the first to get out of the shower, grab a towel, and walk out of the bathroom. I take just a moment longer and think about what happened at the cliff and then what Morpheus had said about me being able to make him obey me as well.

I understand how easily it came to Morpheus to give the order to obey and not think twice about it. He is an Alpha; he has always been in control, always the leader. Me, I don’t; I wasn’t born or raised a leader and I had made myself into a fighter, a warrior, but now do I have it in me to do what Zachariah and everyone else needs me to be?

I am startled out of my head when Zachariah steps to the door and says,

“Come on, Yasmine, we need to go.”

I turn off the water and step out of the shower, grabbing the other towel that is hanging on the hook on the wall. I wrap it around me and then walk out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and into the closet. I quickly pull on some panties and a bra, before smiling and grabbing a pair of my jeans