Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL) Chapter 467 - [Z] Left On Unread, pt1

***[POV: Angsty Teenwolf]***

The ’undercroft’ slled like too many people.

The humans probably are bothered by it, too. Even if they make shower tis available.

Because there are a lot of people just ignoring doing that this week... and recycled air that has been heated up is just sort of stuffy in the first place?

I think I’ve been walking the sa circuit I have all week in this giant basent, for an hour now. Maybe longer. Looking at the clusters of scaffolding... with their taped-off floor squares and thin sheets between sections of family.

Weird little human beehives, even more than apartnts always were... with limited lighting, but still a lot of it. Considering what is happening.

Lurking past distribution tables where volunteers handed out rations. Portioned to sizes that never seed like enough. Not to normal people used to the luxuries of decent lives.

Patrols have actually had to look out for people stealing als. In this situation. Even with doctors and math telling them they’ll be fine.

It’s like... why were the adults even pushing STEM programs on us kids if they weren’t going to believe or act on the data people in those fields provide? So frustrating.

And the dical station. I’ve watched it constantly. Where doctors and nurses worked in rotations that never seed to end. Because tens of thousands of people have thousands of problems daily.

But it’s not like I could really help. I just needed to be anywhere that wasn’t where my parents were sitting.

Where Mom kept looking at like I might sprout fur suddenly. Where Dad kept *not* looking at . Which was sohow worse, even if he didn’t really look at that much before.

Because they *knew* now. The Morin’s adopted daughter didn’t just have special dical circumstances that made her ’run hot’. I was a werewolf and always had been.

Inhuman monster. The panic when the Ricoat pack took charge and revealed themselves was real. I heard that quite a few incidents with gunfire happened.

Not that it did more than annoy the werewolves doing welfare checks. But it worsened the sense of trust between both sides.

"Being too ungrateful for one’s side. Being too hard to kill for the other."

Sotis I feel so of the humans who I know *know* about looking. And of course I can hear their whispers.

Too many tis I’ve heard words that weren’t jokes. Asking each other if they think silver actually works on us.

And worse, I’ve heard about more than one confiscation of shivs that soone wrapped their jewelry over... things really are just insane. And lonely.

Simone has been with her husband most of the ti. Even if she hugged once and told it doesn’t change anything... it doesn’t an much when people aren’t actually around, does it?

Paul. I hadn’t seen him in three days. And he hasn’t sent a ssage in two. I bet they took his phone...

The Whitecrest family mbers obviously get priority up in the tower. But I can’t stand going up there, even if they’d let through to his apartnt.

All of the Ricoat look at like I’m an intruder if I’m not down here patrolling like the other ’permitted’ rogues with lives in Vossden. They trust us to be around humans, but not to be around them?

Even though I’m one of *her* pack. Unlike them! Everything sucks now. Everything!

My phone buzzed against my thigh. I stopped walking and checked it without much hope.

[ Mom: Where are you? Lunch distribution is in 20mins. ]

I shoved it back in my pocket without responding. Feeling like a typical teenager for a mont. Letting her worry for a bit more, let her sent another ssage.

The thought felt sour in my own head. Because it made think of Citra.

Forty-seven texts. I’d counted recently. None of them marked read.

Sent over two weeks, starting from [how is the cabin, are you okay out there?]. Ending with [please just tell you’re alive] before service stopped working.

She’d told I could talk to her about anything. She’d looked at and actually seen .

Touched my forehead and sohow known I was stressed before I’d admitted it to anyone. Responded to my texts, invited out to hang with adults. She was so cool and nice.

For a while I felt like... not the weird kid at school, just because I wasn’t even human. And not like the obligation that the Stonewater pack acted like I was, just for being part of a different indigenous pack.

And then she’d vanished and a screen popped up in my face telling part of the reason why. My parents rushed us to the Lunarizon shelters when I told them we *really* needed to go.

While the world ended, she was off doing things I didn’t understand. Mrs. Voss had disappeared after that too. Which ant Claire wasn’t answering lots of questions even after gathering all of her... Apocalypse System pack together.

I had to learn from the Pineheart people that she had a baby. When one cornered and just started telling the story like it was a bible story.

She didn’t even tell us she was pregnant! Didn’t even tell... . But I guess that... makes sense. How could I have helped? And she always talked about adult’s responsibilities towards kids.

Now that I think about it, maybe she was thinking about it a lot. I just didn’t see it because... how could I? She was secretly dating the richest person in our city, a woman!

"Wait, what’s going on?"

The crowd had thickened near one of the junctions between ’blocks’ down here. Where people normally loitered around the bulletin boards.

A place where work assignnts and news updates got posted. But I hadn’t seen it this busy for a while now. Last ti I ca through during that was when I got cornered by the people spreading the word about the Lunar Goddess’s little miracle.

"I guess I should... check it out."

The mont I angled to cut through, I had to stop. Because *she* was there.