Tumblr prompts “the fuck, who are you?”
Camilla was pacing the length of the train car with long strides and her fingers were flying across her phone screen. Her eyebrows were pinched uncomfortably and she kicked at the loose nail in the floor, making it fly across the car and embed itself in the opposite wall. It wouldn’t take a genius to know that she was angry, and that’s why Atlas was trying to hide in the far back corner and pretending to be reading a month’s old news paper.
“Has he messaged you?” She snapped, her worn black pumps stamped firmly to the ground. Atlas shakes his head, and attempts his best puppy dog eyes look.
“He did say he’d-”
“Be back before dark. *I know*.” Her pacing starts again but this time she’s holding the phone against her good ear. Atlas sinks in his place and uses the newspaper to block the view of the angry girl. She makes another round of the car before she stops stock still in her place again.
“Caleb! I’m so sorry for interrupting your studying but I need to ask about Blaise. No, no, he’s not *here* is all. Yes- No! He said he’d be here before dark and it’s getting pretty damn dark.” There’s a long pause without sound and Atlas peeks over the top of the newspaper. Camilla’s free hand was resting on one of the last stable chairs in the car, the rubber on it almost completely in place.
“*When*?” Her voice was gravely and her eyes flashed a vibrant orange. The metal under her hand twists and bends, an obscene creaking sound comes from it before it finally snaps in her hand. Atlas ducks back behind the newspaper and puts the broken chair on the frankly, long list of things broken by werewolves. There’s the beep of Camilla hanging up on Caleb without a goodbye, then she sighs heavily that Atlas could feel the weight of her worry on *his* shoulders too.
She’s careful to put her phone down by her rucksack and steps out of the train car. Atlas follows her with his gaze and peers out the broken window at her standing in the middle of the boarding floor. After a pause, she throws her head back and howls so loud that Atlas hears it even after she’s stopped.
“You must be a worrier too.” Both Atlas and Camilla’s heads snap in the direction of the voice. Blaise was standing by the entrance with a rather guilty expression, and the girl next to him smiles and waves.
“I’m Joey! And the reason why your Alpha is late, sorry.” Camilla’s glare was fixed solely on Blaise but neither spoke. Joey began to fidget with the pleats in her dress and glance between the two of them. Nobody wanted to interrupt their stare off.
“The fuck, who are you?” Atlas blurts, staring at the newcomer and determinedly ignoring Camilla’s annoyed glance. Joey startles at the sound of his voice but smiles easily again.
“I said I’m Joey. I had some information for Mr. Doress and he decided that everybody should hear it from me.”
“Information?” Camilla asks, though the question was more directed at Blaise.
“Joey *Wendler*.” The room freezes then. Atlas’ back stiffens and Camilla’s eyes completely turn orange again. Blaise looks at his feet and curses once.
