The Bullied Luna's Triplet Mates

didn’t realize how exhausted I was until I had to step out of the car. While I still had my eyes on the building in front of me, I felt a hole bore into my head. I turned to find Cecil fixedly staring at me, as if he was waiting for me to come to my senses. The stare was intense and I couldn’t help but feel pulled towards him. Sensing that, I pulled on my jacket nervously and then forced my lips into a tight smile.
“Nice place you have here.” I said, pointing to nowhere in particular.
He nodded, then gestured for me to follow him. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He glanced over for a moment before facing forward again. “You’ll love it more if you see the inside.” He said, walking towards the front door.
My insides twisted; nerves tangling and butterflies taking flight. I was nervous and excited at the same time but I couldn’t help but wonder why I was brought to the pack house when I could have been lodged somewhere less fancy. I was just here to train after all. Or maybe there was more to it that I wasn’t aware of.
Seeing him stand by the door, I quickly turned and walked briskly towards the car to get my bags out, and once I was able to, I closed car trunk, and picked the bags up, all four of them before walking back to the door.
Tracy will explain to me why she has what it seemed to be a human being in her bag. I

I should have known to keep her locked.

I picked up what was left of myself – my body only being an empty shell with no soul in it – and I ran out of the house.