Chapter 97

• He has a wall up and keeps everyone outside his pack on the other side of it. I think it’s why he tries so hard to make his father proud; he loves him, even if he’s not worthy of being loved, and that’s not Colton’s fault. That’s Juan’s. Colton’s flaw is trying to be this perfect Santo wolf, with a weight of responsibility on his shoulders that one day he will lead. He follows the rules, the laws, and the Alpha's word without conflict, as he’s meant to, and even puts all of that over his own desires. I guess a leader has to be that way, innate greatness, where his heart can’t always lead, and it only further cements the fact that he’ll be the best for his people one day, but for us, not so much.
• I get back to my previous activity when smiley, smug guard walks off, getting bored with my disinterest in him, and I go back to pacing the room and looking for any kind of tool, or valuable item, to get out. It didn’t last long and enforced that he’s an omega and low on the scale of things. Used to being ignored and dismissed, he quietly slinks off. Thankfully, as I have no mind space for asshats. I’m uptight, worn thin, and agitated about my current predicament, with so many warring emotions coming at me from my mind.
• The cupboards are full of medical crap, bandages, and nothing even sharp or useful. It’s practically an empty room, and anything with real weight is bolted down into concrete floors with steel pins. There’s nothing that could be of any real use, let alone as a weapon of sorts, and I end up throwing my cushions against the glass in frustration when my anger bubbles up and I can’t contain it anymore.