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I sat down, quietly thinking to myself. It's been an hour and something still doesn't feel right in my gut. Someone knows something, and that someone could easily be Dalton. I felt out of the loop, which deeply annoyed me considering that in the end, I am a teenage girl.

Annoyed with these thoughts, I slowly got up, making sure not to worsen my wound - though it should heal faster considering I'm more than just a human.

I had to get some answers, or something! I looked down and groaned, deciding to put on some decent clothes. Glancing to my left, I saw a pair of leggings, a basic long white t-shirt with white converse. and some fancy nude undergarments. Shrugging I put them on.

Everything fit like a glove.

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Walking downstairs, I decided I could start with Gavin, and if I couldn't get any answers or ideas from him, then I suppose I could always talk to Kaz; granted she was about as emotionless and stoic as a brick.

I looked around the house as I got down the two flights of stairs.

I took a step forward but halted when something or rather someone accidentally ran into me. 

"Oh, sorry!" I yelped, looking up. The girl had straight black hair, dark but nice eyebrows, dangerous grey eyes and pink lips formed into a scowl - matching her eyes. She was overall gorgeous, with that young Megan Fox look from her old movies. 

"It's whatever," She grunted before picking up her purse and all that dropped. 

"Oh, let me help y-" I began to reach down, but her fiery eyes peirced through me, causing me to stagger. 

"Help yourself!" She growled in pure ferocity. Confused, I backed away as she picked up a necklace with a heart locket at the end. "Great," She mumbled, trying to clip it but it seemed as though the clasp was broken. Feeling guilty I tried to help her gather more of her things. 

"Quit it!" She snarled in pure anger, tears brimming her eyes as she held the locket close to her heart. 

"Hey! Calm down I'm sorry, I just wanted to help!" I stood up straight, putting my hands up in defense.  She was so pissed off! I could basically see steam flying from her ears.

"Oh?" Her tone changed, and her eyes widened. Uh oh. It was a condescending tone. 

"You," she straightened out,"want to help me? Honey, the only thing you could possibly do to help me and this pack is to run away and never come back," She said in a sweet tone to begin with, but her voice gradually deepened.

"Okay," I rasped, drawing out the "y". Jesus, everybody in this pack was weird or had some sort of weird tick. What did I ever to her? Feeling more sour, I scowled and walked past her, leaving her to fix her stupid locket.

Jesus what crawled up that girls ass and never came out this morning?

I walked around the house, searching for Gavin until I realized I couldn't find him anywhere. Annoyed, I flopped down on the couch.

I sighed, rubbed my eyes and let out a huge stretch, all while making a dinosaur noise. This was boring. I had to go out. Had to explore. I feel like I've been cooped up for too long. However I knew that wouldn't be wise considering I was attacked yesterday and I have no clue who could possibly want to target me, nonthless why.

I still felt confused like I wasn't getting answers! I still didn't know why I was here! I still didn't know why I was attacked! I let out a frustrated groan.

A sudden thought made it's way through my brain. I haven't spoken to Nat in what seemed like ages. Granted I haven't had much to do on my phone nor have I been thinking much about it, I couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty. With something to do, I got up from the couch and into the hallway. Clambering up the flights of stairs, I made it to my room down the hall. 

Waltzing in, I searched around for my phone. Looking through my backpack, I began to feel concerned. I could've sworn it was here. Confused, I rummaged through my new queen sized bed, then through my luggage. No where. I let out a feral snarl of pure irritation before stomping out of my room.

Nat would have to wait.

I climbed down the first set of stairs, wanting to punch something or someone, but stopped when I realized that I had been no where else other than my room and downstairs. Shrugging, I turned from the last set of stairs and began to explore the 2nd floor.

I came down into another hallway, opening up the first door I saw, revealing nothing but a rich red, black and gold bathroom. Snazzy.

Closing the door in boredom, I reached for the closest one just a foot away, and thrust it open to reveal a large room with a plasma screen TV hanging on the wall with at least 10 different game consoles sporradically flung around the carpet floor. There was a nice brown leather couch a few feet in front of it, along with a coffee table where a ton of remotes lay. There were bean bag chairs placed in random spots of the room with pinball machines plastered against the walls. 

Smiling with thoughts of how I could come back to this later, I left the room quietly and walked down a few more feet, the hallway's eerie feel beginning to slightly bother me. 

I saw the last door, with a strange red upside down triangle emblem engraved on the door's golden handle. I studied it, wandering why there weren't any other symbols. Shrugging it to the back of my mind, my hand reached out and tried to open the door yet it was locked. Groaning, I left the strange door, and went back upstairs. 

I had to get answers now. It was like an itch you couldn't scratch, so much to the point where it's become a rash. I had an idea. It was scary, risky and terrifying.

But I'm Carter Blake. And I'm not known for making the best choices.

And with that in mind, I crept up the stairs to the 3rd floor. The answers lead to Dalton, who clearly wasn't going to share things with me any time soon, so I had to go to a primary source; where there lay secrets unknown to the human-werewolf eye. His room.

I didn't take much to find that it was on the opposite side of mine on the other side of the cat walk. Plus his scent was faint and took residence in that side of the 3rd floor. I came to a door, one without a strange mark on the door knob. 

Suddenly I felt nervous. The last time I tried sneaking into Dalton's private property, I ended up not feeling so swell afterwards. 

With a shaky hand, I reached out for the handle, which I was afraid would signal to someone in the house to come and snitch to Dalton. Grasping the handle, I lightly turned the knob letting myself in.

Yeah I'm dissapointed in this chapter

It's short due to writer block which royally sucks

please don't be angry!! I know these kinds of chaps suck but I wanted to give you guys something! I will update very soon I promise I just gotta get this writers block out of the way

What do you think she'll find out?

Weird door knobs what the helllll?

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-B