Chapter Seventeen - Her monitor
It was the third day in the new prison. Laurel made her twentieth pushup before falling to the ground. She'd have brunch in few minutes time brought to her by her new monitor Delta Sigma.
The warriors had given her a prep talk or how to be respectful to him.
She also noticed they spoke about him using less honorifics so it was either they were close to him or he was younger than them, probably a teenager.
Another trumpet blew outside her window. Laurel turned to it, it was the sixth one that day. It reminded her of when her pack was attacked.
What was Stefan celebrating?
"Ahh, the Delta guy should come with my meal already!" she groaned, walking towards the door.
As she peeped through the keyhole, her green eyes met a pair of blue ones. She fell back. "What the hell!" Who was peeking at her like that?
