"You're a tracker. I thought you'd be skinnier," she replies, and Conrad purses her lips.She's curvy, which is unusual for wolves; even after her bout of depression."You're a witch. I thought you'd be nicer," Conrad beams, and the witch's face drops a little.Yeah, bitch. Make her eat them words, Jane cackles.She's had people comment on her figure for most of her life, especially since she finished high school.When she had gone to college, her hips had come in, her boobs had tripled in size, and her face had finally lost some of the puppy fat.She had been pretty skinny in high school, bar her hips, which never went away no matter how much cardio she had forced herself to do.She was secure in her body and liked her curves; which was a relief, especially in situations like this."You know how this ceremony is carried out, yes?" The witch asks disdainfully, looking down her nose at the girl.Conrad gives her a nod and a tight smile, sitting down on one of the wooden benches in the
Charlotte claps a hand over her mouth as she gazes at the body laying on the floor, exchanging a look with Jeanne."Is the breaking complete?" Jeanne asks, peering at the face."Yes. You may leave," the witch calmly responds, exiting the room.Conrad rises from her seat, her entire body shaking with the effort of it."I'm going to fall," she mumbles, and Charlotte immediately catches her, hauling her back up."Thank you," she mumbles, slowly testing if she can put weight onto either, or both, of her feet.After a minute or two, she can, and Jeanne continues to force some of the fizzy drink she had brought into her mouth, convincing her that it would help to make her blood sugars level out and then get her energy back.Conrad slowly moves away from Charlotte, staring at the heap Atlas is laying in."Fucker," she mutters, stepping over him.She pauses to look at Meg, who looks back at her, her eyes wide and fearful.Meg opens her mouth for a second and then closes it."Goodbye," Conrad
Jeanne takes the hug eagerly, sobbing.The nurse cuts Conrad's blazer off, momentarily pausing when she notices the tattoos."What's her rank?" The nurse asks, and Charlotte can't stop the smile on her lips."Soon to be Beta," she declares proudly, and the doctor glances up at Charlotte."Oh fuck off," Charlotte murmurs, her jaw dropping."Well," the doctor mumbles, and Conrad runs a hand through her hair, letting Jeanne detach herself.The nurse looks up impatiently, snapping her fingers.She's an older lady, and one look at her tells Charlotte that she runs this place."Sorry," the doctor murmurs, unable to take his eyes off Charlotte."No, there's no finding your mate right now. Wake up," the nurse demands, and Charlotte breaks the eye contact, looking down at her friend anxiously.The doctor is still staring at Charlotte, who is mumbling something to herself."Has she been here before?" The nurse asks, staring hard at Conrad."Yeah. I think she got caught up in a shooting when she
Charlotte isn't sure what to do.She's completely torn between going home, or staying with her mate.She hasn't had a chance to fully contemplate how she feels about finding her mate, but one look at Conrad tells her that she's going to have plenty of time to figure it out."What's his name?" Conrad asks, and Charlotte sits up on the bed, the sheets gathering around her waist."Matt Keller," she informs her best friend, and Conrad makes a 'hmm' noise."It's a nice name. He seems like an okay guy; he made sure you were okay before we were allowed leave," Conrad reasons.She's thrilled for her friend; Charlotte deserves someone as amazing as she is, and although she isn't sure if Matt is that guy, she thinks it's worth a try to find out. She's willing to give him a chance; she's delighted for the girl who has always wanted to find her mate.She can sense Charlotte is hesitant, though, and Conrad is determined to find out why.If it's because of her, it certainly won't be for long. Her s
The awakening is nowhere near as pleasant as how they fell asleep.Jeanne topples out of the bed when her alarm suddenly starts blaring, scaring the shit out of Conrad and Charlotte, who both bolt upright.Conrad immediately goes on the defensive, her bright eyes glowing as she tries to find the offending object.Charlotte is snarling, half-shifted.They're all a little hungover as well, which makes things worse.Jeanne is tangled in the sheets as she tries to stand up, and by the time she manages to get herself up, the phone with the screeching alarm has been turned off and thrown across the room."You never said you had set the alarm," Conrad breathes, pressing a hand to her forehead as she leans against the pillows behind her, trying to calm herself down."I forgot I had set one," Jeanne whispers, her face pale as she tries to turn on the lights.They had gone shopping yesterday once Conrad was deemed alright to leave the hospital, so the girls did have clothes for the day.Charlot
She feels sick at this admission.She can't find her words."How did you know?" She asks quietly, and Carlos runs a hand through his hair, standing up.The light on his desk is beeping, indicating somebody is entering the code to come into the quarters."How did you know, Carlos?" Conrad repeats, standing up on shaky legs.She feels like she's going to throw up."Sit down, let's talk about it," Carlos says quietly, looking up at her.Conrad scowls at him, shaking her head."No, Carlos, I won't sit down. If you can't tell me, I'm not going to stay here. Do you know what else is going to happen in my life? Have you turned into some sort of crazy mind-reader? Actually, you know what, I don't think I want to know," she blabbers, massaging her temples lightly.Carlos stands up, not breaking eye contact with her."Connie, I spoke to a witch about you. You can speak to her if you want, but we have more pressing issues right now," he informs her, turning his monitor around to face her.On the
Does she enjoy working? Yes.Does she enjoy socialising? Yes.Does she enjoy interacting with co-workers who she's never met? No.Conrad reluctantly leaves her office, seeing Carlos beckoning to her.The nine office workers, not including Carlos or herself, are gathered around one of the vacant desks in the lowest part of the office, laughing and chatting."Guys, this is our new co-worker. Her name is Conrad Rosser; she's worked here before. She's a tracker, and our current chief-of-staff until we can organise alternative arrangements. After that, she'll be leading our trackers," Carlos declares, and one of the women purses her lips.Oh no. She's going to be bitchy, Jane murmurs."What experience does she have?" The woman asks, which Conrad thinks is a very valid question. If she's going to be her boss, however briefly, she has the right to question her."I'm the future Beta of the Marcus pack. I've worked here for four months before as a primary tracker and analyst. I have plenty of
Conrad is already tired two weeks into her job.She's over it.Charlotte went home last week, after a week of getting to know her mate, promising to come back every weekend she could until she was able to secure a transfer, which Conrad was attempting to help her with.Jeanne was still being weird with her since they had their disagreement over making fun of Meg, so Conrad felt slightly isolated.She had become pretty friendly with everyone in the office, especially Aaron and Scarlet, the two trackers.They had gone out together the week before, and got absolutely smashed.They had all regretted it the next morning, but they enjoyed it before then."Do you have the files for the interviews?" Carlos asks, swinging into her office abruptly.He scares the shit out of her for a minute, and her heart is in her throat with fear until she recognises him."Yeah. They're on the table over there," Conrad mumbles, opening one of her eyes to stare at him."Are you okay?" He questions, furrowing h