CHAPTER Nineteen

  I feel sick.

  How could these crazy lunatics think I would be so good for them? I mean, I don't even know them, but not only that, I'm far too young to be carrying a pup for myself, let alone anyone else.

  The only pup I would be carrying is that of mine and my mates in the future.

  I look around the room and wonder if I can squeeze out from the little window.

  I don't have much time before Daryl or even Stacey returns to check on me. I have quietly thrown my legs over the edge of the bed. I managed to get up. Nervously walking over to the window, I see a balcony. My heart is beating like crazy in my chest, and I feel the urge to get out and run as fast as I can, never come back.

  I need to find my way back home, back to my mate, my Alex.

  I was trying hard not to scream as I felt myself falling off. I would hit that ground, knowing it would hurt like hell. Shut my eyes tight and wait.