Chapter 9

*BRIANNE’S POV*

I stood at the entrance gate, my heart beating fast in my chest.

My gaze locked onto the sign above, the logo of the silver-black pack. The metallic letters gleamed in the sunlight as my mind clouded with a sense of unease.

I glanced back, my anxiety taking the better of me.

The line was longer than I expected, I guess I wasn’t the only one training. The realization only added to my unease. I gripped my gate pass and training form firmly, trying to keep the papers from rustling too much.

“Brianne Preston..”

I almost jumped when I suddenly heard my name. Without hesitating or wasting any time, I rushed forward.

The chubby lady scrutinized my forms, her eyes scanning through the pages with curiosity. Then she looked up at me, her gaze navigating my face and body with a discerning intensity.

I felt a slight flutter in my chest as she seemed to take in every detail, her expression unreadable. Her eyes lingered on my face as if searching for something. I straightened my po