Chapter Twenty-One - Willow

I tossed my scraps into the trash, and put my plate on the stack of dirty ones in the kitchen sink. I cringed at the amount of dirty dishes and retied my hair into a pony. Several she-wolves whispered behind me about Alpha Chase and my bond. I wasn’t in the mood to toss them any dirty looks. I bent underneath the cabinet to find a pair of gloves, but I couldn’t find any. Stalking through the dining hall, I turned down the hallway to get to the supply closet. The end was empty of any doors, or wolves, so I walked inside and turned on the pull string light. The shelves were from floor to ceiling. So, I stepped onto the bottom shelf and climbed up a few to grab the gloves. My fingers touched the box when I heard the door click behind me. I stopped and looked back at the closed door. Maybe someone didn’t realize I was inside of here and shut the door. “Hello? I’m in here.” Nothing. I snagged the box, and hopped down, grabbing the door handle, I realized it was locked from the outside.