Clementine:
We were told to return to our rooms without any explanation. I tried to ask how something like this could have happened.
How they had let such an important person die, but they silenced me.
Since no one else stood with me, the ringleaders simply walked away.
I lay on my bed, listening to Oriana and Haiden whispering. Their beds were close together, so she positioned herself so their heads were next to each other.
They kept talking and whispering, annoying me until I wanted to yell at them to be quiet.
I hugged my pillow and turned to the other side, trying to hold back my tears.
Everything was happening so fast, and I had no one to ask or anyone who could tell me what was going on.
Eventually, I fell asleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night at a soft yelp.
I jolted upright, my chest tight with worry, already fearing what I might find. But what I saw was nothing like what I expected.
"Let go," Oriana whispered to Haiden, pinching his arm.
I turned my head in their direction instantly. She was in bed with Haiden, and it looked like they were play-fighting, but she was under him.
The moment she saw me, she pushed him off.
"Dude, she’s awake," she uttered nervously, climbing out of the bed.
What I saw next froze me. Her shirt was lifted so high that even her bra was loose and one of her breasts was out.
Oriana was lying under him, her shorts barely staying on and her belly chain hanging low.
What were they doing? I watched her return to her bed and lie down.
"We were just playing," she said quickly, turning her back to me.
I looked at Haiden. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding my eyes.
"She was annoying me. She’s so annoying, right?" he mumbled.
My lips trembled. I glanced at Troy and Yorick, both asleep. But it didn’t matter. Even if I told them what I had seen, they wouldn’t believe me.
"Did you need anything?" Haiden finally looked up at me, trying to save face.
"No, nothing from you." I lay back down, clenching my fists around the pillow.
Silent tears ran down my face. I felt completely hopeless and alone.
"Why don’t you give him a piece of your mind?" Mint grunted at me.
"Don’t hiss at me for not confronting him. And what should I even say?" I muttered to my wolf. "I know what he’ll say, that I haven’t picked him yet, so I have no right to call him out."
He didn’t comfort me. He just let me lie there, sniffling in pain and loneliness.
"So that’s it? You’re not going to do anything?" Mint argued.
"Who said I’m not going to do anything? All I can do is not give him a chance," I replied, realizing how helpless that sounded.
They used me, and now I couldn’t even complain because I hadn’t chosen one of them. As if that made anything alright.
I woke up with a heavy headache and realized the others were already awake and had showered. I dragged myself to the bathroom.
After showering and changing into my casual, baggy clothes, I came out and saw Troy standing next to Oriana’s bed while she sat showing him some dresses.



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