looked around to see where I was, my little amount of clothes I owned lay in a neat pile on the night tabl

m. I cautiously opened the door to see who could be knocking. Ther

nd against my forehead. "And please, just keep

he cliff, it seems to me you hit your head way too hard on t

let me fall," I said ir

bbing his temples. "Please don't talk li

und is now considered what's best for me? You two don't get to decide

for at least a week in solitary confinement. My sudden anger must've thrown him off guard. "Listen, I am beyond pissed off with him right now too. But

see me doing half the things he's done, do you? You ca

how I got here?" "Once we got back to the pack house, the 'acclaimed asshole' and I had a long conversation about every

to know him." Before I could interject, he held up a hand to pause me. "I know, it's n

He begged, "don't

ed space." I said. He nodded, lea

not to wake up anybody. Looking around, I saw a staircase down

tive became finding something to eat a

possible. Peering inside, I saw an abundance of food. I gingerly picked

g the apples beneath my arm as I t

apples falling to the ground with a loud thud. I scrambled to pick up

hand went to lift my chin and I flinched back, the

. "It's too late for that," I said simply bef