Her nametag read Dr. Wilma Scott. The group knew she was the former starlet who had opened AMS in the early 2000s."Who is it?" Adam asked the doctor."...I can't say," the woman replied. She cringed when she saw the look of anger that flashed on Adam's face. The men of Five Friends were the ones who primarily worked outside the group. If one of them contracted the deadly disease, everyone had it."How in the fuck are we supposed to know if we've worked with someone if you won't tell us who it is?". Mommy's tone was now authoritative,strict, and demanding. There was no way, I was getting out of this. Isilently extended my arms signaling my acknowledgment of my utterlyhelpless situation. My eyes focused on the floor, too ashamed to look atMommy. Mommy required me to kneel again at her feet. She stood up andslid the bodysuit over my head and arms into its proper place. Then shewalked to the bed, removed the tags from my bra (oh my god - MY BRA),and had me stand. Mommy hooked me into my. The crowd then disperses, Mark’s friends helping him away. I hear footsteps behind me.“Thank you.” Liam says quietly.I turn my head in his direction, I can only imagine how my face looked, but he immediately backed up, a look of fear on his face. “Fuck you.” I say quietly and walk away.***A few weeks after that incident, the whole school now thinks I’m gay, and that me and Liam are a thing. No one listens. I’ve lost everything, all because I helped that fucking homo. I hate myself even more due. My mind was ignoring it and concentrating on Hamund. ‘What…when…your message?’ I floundered for words. It was a less than a kingly response. ‘First sign, I promised,’ Hamund said, ‘I sent Torrance when I heard the patrol report.’ I thought back, it was before the Wolf had turned. Where would that put Uri? I heard Boris this time. ‘Gods! That boy is green. Do you think he knew the way?’ Boris asked. Hamund blanched as his own mind envisioned his messenger lost. My mind reeled at the news. Hope.