Your Adviser

At the gates, Kyle gives you a goodbye hug. You try to draw strength from him, and use his courage to face your adviser. You know from researching him that your adviser is an Alpha, and a gruff one at that. One review stated that "Mr. Thornton is no-nonsense. Do not get on his bad side. Speak plainly, and do not lie." This seems ominous to you, and at odds with his picture. In the photo, his blue eyes are smiling. He looks a little young to be an adviser, but his black hair is greying, and his clothing looks old fashioned.

You walk to his door in a daze, too nervous to take in your surroundings. Your wings are wrapped around you, and Mr. Thornton gives you a disapproving frown. This does not seem like a good start.

"Please sit Ms. Laughlin," he says. "And try to relax."

You stumble clumsily into your chair. Mr Thornton starts to tell you about the building, and how things are run. He trails off when he notices you are not listening. You are too nervous to understand what he has been saying.

"_Ms. Laughlin," _he barks, trying to get your attention.

"Yes boss-Sir-Mr Thornton," you say, tripping over your words. You blush red, and try to duck even further into your wings. They seem inadequate to hide behind.

"It seems that you will not remember anything that I say today," he says. "Look me in the eyes!" At this command, your eyes snap to his, and you find yourself unable to look away.

"I will give you a pamphlet," he says. "Since you will not listen tonight, please get your head screwed on right by tomorrow morning. Meet me here after breakfast tomorrow. I will go over everything with you then. For now, stay on the fourth floor."

He writes something on the pamphlet, then slides it towards you. You snatch it up. Eager to leave, you rush out the door. Once there is solid wood between you and Mr. Thornton, you take a deep breath, and look at the pamphlet. It has a map of the building, and some basic information about the Facility. The fourth floor is for Omegas who are not in heat. You see an X where you will be staying, and also a note. In a steady hand, you see Mr. Thornton has written his number, and the words "text me your questions if that's easier for you, but make sure you are here tomorrow morning." Maybe he isn't so scary after all.