I glanced around the room nervously whole bouncing my leg up and down in a rapid motion. Suddenly I felt a warm hand press against mine. I looked up to see the owner of the hand. I nervously smiled up at him.
"You'll be a great leader. I promise," Eric told me. I nodded and leaned against his shoulder.
That wasn't what half of my anxiety was about. I'm nervous about my initiates, Sam in particular. I'm starting to get worried about him every single day. His face is paler than usual, his eyes lost its joyous light, and he hardly jokes around anymore.
"Stormy," a voice snapped me out of my thoughts. My head snapped up to see Max who held a grim expression.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He looked towards the door. It suddenly opened. Luke came in with tears in his eyes; holdings a lifeless body.
It was Sam
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Made of Secrets {Sequel to "Made of Steel} (Divergent/Eric)
Fanfiction{{Sequel to Made of Steel}} - Events slightly different from original 'Divergent' book
