Chapter 5

• Wren's POV
• “Shhh Wren, just close your eyes, it will all be over soon.”
• The sound of banging on the door woke me up with a jolt, my heart racing like a jackrabbit. I was getting ready to dismiss it as my imagination when I heard it again.
• The dream I had was starting to get fuzzy and I could barely remember it, but it had felt so real, almost like a memory.
• I rubbed my eyes, grimacing as I felt crusts that had accumulated overnight. The banging had continued, this time with a vengeance.
• It was as if it was in tune with the pounding in my skull. I groaned.
• Why can't this person knock like a normal person? Astrid grouched, we were both not morning people.
• I yawned as I threw my feet on the hardwood floor with a thud, the sound coming out louder than it should.
• Cracking my neck, I walked over to the door and flung it open with annoyance, the chair I placed behind fell to the floor with a thud.
• “What?” I growled, barely dodging the fist that was coming my way.
• “Sorry. I didn't expect you to open the door so suddenly." The person said sheepishly. My eyes narrowed at the colorful burst of rainbow in front of me.
• The first thing I noticed was her bubblegum pink hair.
• She was wearing a pretty summer dress with different colors of polka dots. And she was short, like really short.
• How can a midget make such noise? What kind of wolves are they making these days? Astrid grumbled.
• “Who are you?” I eyed her warily.
• “I’m Robin and I'm here to help you get ready.” She pushed past me with surprising strength. I stood aside blinking in surprise.
• “Woah, your room is so pretty!!! I love the lavender.” She squealed, her eyes scanned every inch of the room, taking it all in.
• " Uh….thanks, I guess." I said awkwardly, I wasn't good at interacting with people. I used to be…but not anymore. She must heard the awkwardness and uneasiness I felt.
• “Am I being pushy?” She asked gently, her lips turning downwards in a frown.
• " No!”
• Yes, Astrid rolled her eyes.
• “Okay, maybe a little bit, but pushy is good, I love pushy.” I lied.
• She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at me. There was a moment of awkward silence, then she giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
• “We've got a lot of work to do on your lying skills. You're such a bad liar.” She said, turning to march on to my wardrobe. I stuck my tongue out at her.
• “I saw that.” She chuckled, still not removing her attention from my wardrobe, her fingers dancing across the clothes.
• " You said you’re here to help me get ready, ready for what? Oh, I'm Wren by the way.” I sheepishly introduced myself.
• " Of course you are silly. Everyone knows who you are." She said absent-mindedly, her voice was muffled by the clothes. My brows shot up in confusion.
• " Wait what? What do you mean everyone knows who I am?! I only got here yesterday!”
• “Well, we all knew Alpha Caelum was going to get you yesterday. So when we saw him with a stranger yesterday, we knew it was his mate he talked about. Oh, and he confirmed it yesterday although the news had already spread before then. The power of gossip.” She laughed.
• " So everyone knows I'm his mate.” I said, my voice flooded with uneasiness.
• " Yup.” She chirped.
• What if they think we're not good enough? Astrid asked in a small voice, her insecurities coming out.
• We don't care, we’re killing him remember? I reminded her.
• “You still haven't told me what I'm getting ready for.” I cocked one brow, my curiosity getting stronger. She facepalmed.
• “Silly me! We're getting you ready for breakfast. You can't show up in sweatpants and t-shirt.”
• That was what I planned on wearing.
• “Why? What's so special about breakfast?" I whined. I really loved my sweatpants.
• " Wren, this is your first meal with the pack. There would be a lot of people, more than the usual meal. People are coming to get their first glimpse of you. Do you want that first glimpse to be you in sweatpants?”
• Damn it, she made a great argument. I could already feel myself conceding.
• " Fine.” I grumbled.
• " It's cute that you think you had a choice. Now hurry up, or we’re going to miss breakfast." She snorted. For a midget, she sure was terrifying….
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• “Come on! Walk faster or else all the good foods are going to be eaten and I'd be left with Froot Loops.” Robin said, her words dripping with disgust.
• She was dragging me all the way to breakfast and we still weren't fast enough in her books. Thank God I ditched the heels she tried to force me to wear.
• “What's wrong with Froot Loops?” I mumbled. She suddenly halted making me almost crash into her. She whirled around, her finger right in front of my face.
• “Don’t tell me my new best friend is a fan of those truly horrible excuse of a cereal.” She shuddered, her face contorting to one of disgust.
• " Uh…no?" My answer came out like a question. She squinted her eyes at me.
• “Well, in my defense, it's been 13 years since I tasted cereals or anything, if you think about it. I've forgotten how they taste like! How anything taste, to be honest.” I smiled sadly. Robin’s eyes softened.
• “Well, you're not missing out when it comes to Froot Loops. I can tell you that.” She laughed.
• Suddenly, I felt the presence of a pair of eyes on me.
• The feeling was intense and I looked around subtly, trying to find the person staring at me so intently.
• Instinctively, I looked up. There, perched on the railings like a cat was a guy with brown curly hair and the most beautiful pair of heterochromatic eyes I'd seen. One part green, the other amber.
• We locked eyes and he cocked his head, bringing his finger to his lips. Chills ran through my body and I could feel the hair on my neck stand. There was something unnatural about this guy.
• I felt a hand on my arm. Startled, I flinched back. Unexpected contact took me back to those days at the slave market.
• “Wren, are you okay?” Robin asked, worriedly.
• I cleared my throat "Yeah, I'm good.” I smiled tightly. Her eyes searched my own for something I didn't know, but she must not have seen it because her lips curled displeasingly.
• “Are you sure? You looked pretty out of it for a moment there.” Her concern made me feel warm inside, I smiled genuinely and nodded.
• “Okay, we have to hurry though. Breakfast is almost over.” she paused for a moment before walking, her hand still tucked into mine.
• I looked back at the railings but the guy with the heterochromatic eyes had disappeared. It was so terrifying, I hadn't even taken my eyes off him for up to two minutes.
• Just who was that guy? Was he just a figment of my sleep-deprived brain?