Will I be killed for mating with the enemy? I can’t rule it out but I doubt they would have kept me in this room instead of just getting it over with if that was the case.
They’re probably hoping to convert me to their side. Except, who is in charge here? My parents or more hunters?
I was never very close to my parents or my aunt but I hope they would still protect me. At least not let me be killed.
If I can’t get out on my own, I have no doubt my guys are coming for me, they’ll be here in no time. I need to be ready for them when they come. Maybe I can get some information or plant some seeds of doubt in their hate for supernaturals while I’m here.
It’s a nice idea but I can’t do anything while I’m trapped in this room being accosted by memories. The door won’t budge, there are no windows and nothing useful in the bathroom. I’m trapped here until they come back for me, like a prisoner. I guess that’s what I am now, even if it’s not a traditional jail cell.
I lay back on the bed and think of my mates. I need to distract myself and I already miss them so much I can feel the ache in my chest growing by the second, soon it’ll be unbearable. We aren’t meant to be separated like this. My bond with Jay hurts the most.
I need to find a way home and I need to do it soon.
Like an answer to my prayers the door opens, interrupting my thoughts, and I shoot up off the bed instantly. I rush towards the door but both my mom and dad are blocking it.
I don’t want to hurt them but I’m not going to be trapped here any longer. I shift and do a round house kick, aiming for my father, but he catches my foot midair.
“Aly, stop. There is no need to fight. We brought food, and we just want to talk,” my dad says.
He sounds all reasonable and it makes me feel crazy for trying to escape. They locked me in here for who knows how long. It feels like hours but I’ve completely lost track of time at this point. I am starving, so I imagine it’s longer than I think.
My mom holds the tray out in offering and I decide to take it. I won’t be able to do much damage if I’m starving, who knows when they’ll offer me food again.
They guide me back to the bed. The door shuts behind them, raising my hackles, if they just wanted to talk they wouldn’t need to keep me trapped in here.
“Are you remembering all your training?” My mom asks, sounding fond of those memories.
Personally, I think they’re shudder inducing but I can see why she feels differently.
“Yes, why did you make me forget it all?” I ask.
“That’s how being a hunter works. We don’t force people to complete their change, we just prepare them for when they do,” dad responds. He makes it sound like it’s inevitable which makes me think it’s not so much of a choice after all.
I stare at the food, unsure if I should eat it. I look up at them, assessing whether they would drug me.
“You first,” I say, shoving the plate over to them.
My mom shakes her head like she’s hurt I would question them. Like it’s completely normal to lock your child up. I stare at her until she takes a bite and a sip of water.
I pick up the peanut butter and jelly sandwich they brought and take a bite before washing it down with a big drink of water. I’m parched and starving from being held here so long with nothing.
I sit there waiting for them to explain further. There is a lot sitting between us right now and I want to know everything they’re willing to confess.
I finish the food they brought and think about asking for more. Maybe I will after they spill some information.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, my mom continues, “don’t worry, now that you’ve made your transition, you’ll be brought completely into the fold here. You’ll have to leave Brickstone University but this will all be a much better and more exciting journey than human college.”
I stare at her, waiting for her to be joking. She expects me to drop everything and be excited about it? She thinks I’ll leave my mates like they’re nothing?
I’m furious, practically steaming mad at her audacity. The longer I stare at her the more upset I get at her audacity.
I’m about to bitch her out when a wave of calm washes over me.
It’s okay, whatever is going on isn’t that bad. I need to relax. What was I even mad about?
I feel my shoulders relax as my head goes loopy. I think the ceiling has stars on it. They’re so beautiful.
“It took longer than I expected for that to kick in,” my dad comments but I’m unconcerned. Whatever it is, it’s no big deal.
