Clementine:
Haiden looked visibly upset, and Troy and Yorick were already starting to get angry. But just as we thought Ian was going to sign under his own pack, he switched to mine and signed it there. After he was done, he put the pen down and turned to look at us.
"Not everybody is like you," he said to me, reminding me of how I had betrayed them at the last minute.
"Well, not everybody gets you a good deal," I muttered back, almost under my breath so the ringleaders wouldn’t hear. But we were already walking away.
"Okay, everyone, the lurkers will escort you back to your packs," Lenora said. "Our lurkers will remain stationed at the pack borders to ensure none of you try to escape. You will also wear these bands so we can track your location and confirm that you are in the designated pack you signed under."
She held up the bands, each in a different color. For the Black Squad, the bands were black with our names printed on them. They handed them to us, and we put them on right away. They started beeping as soon as they were fastened.
"Now go back to your rooms and pack your bags. We’ll see you in a week," Rick said, not sounding particularly excited to be sending us off.
And we didn’t even know when we’d next get to return to our packs, probably after the next mission. But who knew how difficult that would be?
Once we made it back to our rooms, we began to grab our bags. It wasn’t like we had a lot of stuff. In fact, we had less than what we came with because much of it had been destroyed in the process. They also told us we wouldn’t be allowed to take any luxuries from our pack when we visited them, so it was pretty much impossible for us to get new clothes from anywhere.
But obviously, they wouldn’t let us walk around naked in the future, so I was expecting some good news about getting clothes. We all waited impatiently. Others had already left before us. And then finally, it was our turn.
They had a black SUV parked outside for us. We all left the passage and finally made it to the road by following a lurker. As the journey began, an hour in, I started to get anxious. I began playing with my fingers, even scratching the sides of my nails.
"Are you okay?" Troy asked, sitting in the back seat with me.

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