Book TRK
Chapter 86 Spot Check
Chapter 86 Spot Check
Sylvia's POV:
There was another knock on the door. Flora scooted over and nudged me to open it. I slowly walked toward the door, stretching out a shaking hand to the knob. When I opened it, it was just a patrolman doing the routinely roll call.
I sighed in relief. The knock was not at all what Flora and I had thought it was going to be.
However, the patrolman didn't leave and move to the next door immediately. Instead, he stepped inside and began to check around our room. Flora was confused, but she obediently opened up a cabinet for him to check anyway.
A part of me felt that something was not right. Normally, we would have been informed of a routine check ahead of time.
"What's this sudden inspection for? We don't remember getting any notices about this tonight." I stood at the doorway, pretending to ask casually.
The patrolman opened up another storage box and rummaged through it restlessly. "The teaching affairs department put out an emergency notice, stating that they got a report of a student keeping snacks in secret. That's why they ordered that all dormitories be searched. You think we wanted to do this at a time where we're supposed to be sleeping?"
Hearing this, Flora and I shared a quick look. If I wasn't mistaken, Lucy and the guy with her must have been the ones to report it.
The patrolman then saw a cloth bag similar to the one that was used to keep food and picked it up. Immediately, Flora snatched it away from him and said, "There's nothing in there. I already surrendered my rat jerky a few days ago!"
Seeing that he couldn't find anything suspicious, the patrolman sighed and left.
Once he was gone, Flora took out a bottle of milk and handed it to me. "Here, have a drink before you rest."
Milk was not part of the prohibited foods. I gladly took the bottle and stabbed in a straw. When I sucked in the liquid inside, my mouth was suddenly met with an explosion of bubbles and sweetness.
My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at the milk in confusion. Why did it taste like soda?
"What do you think? My tricks are really good, huh?" Flora had a confident smile on her face as she took out the milk bottles and looked at them like they were precious items. "These are my treasured belongings. It wasn't easy bringing this brilliant idea to life. But once I successfully disguise the soda to look like milk, I knew no one would ever find out."
Speechless, I took another sip of the soda and enjoyed this rare bubbly happiness. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
"I can't believe those two. It's not like we wanted to watch them have sex! Did they really have to rat out my snacks?" Flora angrily gnashed on the end of her straw. In my eyes, she just looked like a puppy throwing a tantrum.
I affectionately patted her head. "Just be more careful next time."
"Yeah, it's a good thing I don't have anything else hidden around here." Flora leaned over the table, rubbing her face in frustration. She seemed like she was still refusing to accept that she had just lost her snacks.
I kept silent for a while, mulling on the feeling that this wasn't just a simple situation. "What do you know about Lucy?"
"Lucy?" Flora sat up straight as if she were about to recite in class. "Have you heard of the Blue Moon Pack?"
I nodded. "Yes. They're the richest pack in the werewolf empire."
"That one. Lucy is the Alpha's one and only daughter, so she comes from a noble line." Flora rested her chin on her palm and sighed. "There's just too many rich, powerful werewolves in the imperial capital."
"Why would such a pampered and precious she -wolf enroll at the Royal Military School?" I aired out my confused thoughts. Werewolves like Lucy should have been learning how to govern a pack at this age instead while waiting to be the next Alpha.
"I'm not sure. Maybe she just wants to experience a different side of life." Flora shrugged and yawned. I reached my hand up to fidget with a button on my shirt, only to find that it was missing. I quickly squatted down to the floor to look for it, but it was nowhere to be found.
If it wasn't in my dorm room, there was only one other possibility. It must have gotten snagged by a branch in the forest while I was running away. Realizing this, a bad feeling set in my stomach.