Unshaken

Alora was escorted by two strong men when she arrived at the camp gate. Unlike before, as she remembered it, there are minute changes that has been done on the camp. The gate and most of the walls of the area has been painted with black, white and red graffiti. She remembered those to be neat and clean before. But now, it looked messy and disorganized.

“Do you really need to hold me this way? I know where the common room is.” – she said, as the two men are holding her arms too tight. She’s sure that somehow, those grips had caused bruise on her fair skin.

“Alpha Draco told us to bring you there this way, Miss.”

Alora cursed under breath. It hurts. The way they handle her hurts. But then, she’s feeble compared to the two men. Their strength are incomparable and abstract.

She gave up her struggle. She accepted her defeat and composed herself. Any minute now, she has to talk to the Great Alpha to justify her absence. For two weeks, she didn’t inform anyone in the camp of her whereabou