It had been a week since Annabelle visited the hospital and received a scolding from Alpha Alvin. She had discreetly been taking her medications, often occupying herself by watching TV in her room or attending lessons in the penthouse where she learned how to behave like a wealthy lady, a Luna. Alpha Alvin had been frequently travelling out of the state and country, so they hadn't spoken much after their last misunderstanding. He had sensed that she was hiding something critical, and that feeling gnawed at him.
Resting on the rooftop railing, Annabelle held a glass cup and her little packet of pills as she meditated on her life. Unbeknownst to her, someone had joined her on the rooftop. She turned suddenly upon hearing approaching footsteps, quickly concealing her packet of pills in the pocket of her jeans.
