Chapter 21: A n
Meadow whistles at me, almost deafening me with the strength she can emit with just two fingers in her
mouth, and motions with her hand in a circling manner to get me to turn around. She''s bossy but
there''s something likeable about her and I''m fast warming to her pushy personality.
She''s gone to town on me in a short space of time. My hair sleek,bed until it''s glossy and pulled up
into a high ponytail that she said made my wavese together to an almost ringlet at the back. She''s
blushed, pinched, dabbed, and painted my face with various products, and squeezed me into clothes
she swears are my size, but the restrictions I feel make me doubt it. My bust is surprisingly close in size
to what she wears, so no doubt she heavily downsizes for extra oomph in her breast department.
Skintight soft denim jeans, paired with a fitted white tank with a low-cut V. I''m all cleavage I never knew
I had, a booty I feel is way out on show from sculpted pants and I''m pulling on the soft mauve velvet
hoody she told me to leave open. My feet in crisp white sneakers. because we''re going for the ''casual
and didn''t try too hard'' look, and she''s thrown some silver hoops in my ears, with a simple dainty
ne holding a tiny green crystal she said was the color of my eyes.
Honesty, I spent my life dressing in shapeless or loose clothing to feelfortable and not to draw
attention, and now I feel like I have way too much on show. and a bit too dressed up for a wolf pack
meeting in theirmunal. I know Colton has seen me naked after turning, but this feels more
exposed somehow. Maybe because I rarely wear makeup and what''s done feels strange on my skin,
my lids heavier with theshings of a mascara.
Everything is perked and propped up, held in tight fabrics that enhance my curves and I wish I could
see it for myself to tell how bad or good it is. For all I know I look like a clown. But no, I only busted
every damn mirror in this mansion some hours ago and can only go by Meadows reaction, which
seems to be positive.
"I would bang you, Chica." She winks, throwing me a kiss and blows it my way dramatically, clicking her
fingers, and her tongue on the roof of her mouth in unison, to make an approval noise.
"Thanks, I guess." I respond with a halfugh, have nervous cough, not sure if that''s the appropriate
thing to say, but sheughs airily.
"I like you, gurl. You''re funny, without trying to be. You''re like this little na?ve awkward kid, but with a
heart of a vixen, waiting toe into her own. Don''t ever change that." She eyes me over once more,
nodding to herself with obvious pride at what she''s created, and it warms me to my stomach. It''s weird
to have someone genuinely look at me with a hint of pride and eptance like this. I mean, Colton
doesn''t count when he did it earlier, he has to feel that way about me as it''s ordained by the fates to be
so.
"I''ll try not to." I smooth my hands down the soft fabric smothering my legs and do one final check from
my own viewpoint. Literally, all I can see is boobs.
"You sure I look okay and not too obvious?" doubt is already swarming me, denting the little bit of
confidence she''s been building up in thest half hour and Meadow shakes her head, loosening those
beach curls she has going on at the ends as she puts in some oversized gold hoops in her own ears.
"Please… I know what I''m doing, and I ain''t no fool when ites to teasing men. We went for sexy
casual, just work it, trust me on this. One eyeful of that bootylicious and Colton gonna be dry humping
your ass into next week like a wolf in heat." She extends a hand, that mischievous glint on those pale
blue sultry eyes, straightening her own fitted white blouse down over those mega breasts of hers with
her free hand, and I hop forward to catch her fingers in mine. Eager to go before I lose all my nerve and
wipe this off.
We''ve only been up here for around twenty-five minutes maximum, but it feels like hours have passed
and I''m so much more rxed with her even, if I''m not rxed with how I''m kitted out. I guess having
her right in my face with various implements she could have gouged my eyes out with, built trust. I can''t
exin and can only go by memory of what being part of a pack was topare, but this feels a lot
like Meadow is bringing me to her as her pack sister, initiating a bond. It makes me choke up a little,
suddenly so grateful that she''s Colton''s second and has her own kind of bond with him which has
pushed her to invest in me. It''s nice to have another person who likes me, for whatever reason.
"Let''s go find your man and make Carmen''s face implode." Meadow sounds like she''s a little too
invested in doing that, her ent a tad heavier when she''s smirking, her lips curling like the cat that got
the cream. That smug tone, and I can''t deny, she''s lifted my moodpletely in terms of that ''Skanky
Puta'' which I now know means ''dirty slut''. Eloquent. I guess having someone on your side who''s not
ordained by the fates to be so, makes a difference. It''s no longer just me and Colton.
Meadow leads the way, and with abination of moving fast, and giggling at nothing in particr as
we y, push, and shove each other around corners and doors, downstairs, back to where we started,
we seem to get there in record time. I barely took in my surroundings at all this time. Who knew a
Santo Beta wolf could be so fun to hang out with?
The door to the study is shut but I know before following her in that Colton isn''t here yet. I can''t feel him
anywhere near this room, nor any fresh scent, and swallow down hard as I step in, right behind her,
almost hidden in her shadow.
The rest of them are in various states of lounging, uninterested by our return and definitely did not miss
our presence. Someone is ying music in the corner on a cell phone, or a small device, I can''t see,
and it seems they have all had a couple, or a few, drinks in our absence. The smell of booze wafting
our way and tinting the air with that chemical whiff.
I can''t miss Carmen sitting alone at the desk, sulk face fully initiated. She''s flicking through arge
book, something heavy with aging pages and nces up hatefully as I make eye contact. She doesn''t
say anything and goes back to what she''s reading and pretending we didn''t just walk in.
"I have to admit, she scrubs up well and I guess, I can see why Cole couldn''t keep his hands off her…."
One of the twin''s remark as Meadow gets out of my way, exposing me fully to the room. There''s a
cough, as Carmen reminds them of her presence, how much she doesn''t like thatment and Demi
shuts up. Romi pushes his brother in the shoulder yfully, shaking his head at him and eyes me up
too. I can tell by the way he flickers over me, nodding with a smile, that he agrees.
"Okay, so like this, maybe I can see the potential. I mean…. Ouch" He makes a motion with his hands
as though he touched something hot and then dramatically blows his fingers and makes a sizzling
noise with his mouth. Despite the earlier hostility with these two, I smile slightly, giggling involuntarily,
screwing up my nose in shyness at being scrutinized as my heats with a blush.
"See, Chica, they like. My boys, they know sexy when they see it. I think it''s a massive improvement to
wearing Cole''s cast offs." Meadow walks around me, her own final appraisal as though she didn''t
spend minutes upstairs admiring her handy work and then sashays away again, grinning to herself.
She''s congratting herself on her awesome skills.
"Who likes what?" Colton seems to appear out of thin air while I was too distracted to pick up on him,
and I spin, in both surprise, and instant nervousness, realizing I didn''t get any time to prepare myself
for him walking in. I''m just standing here halfway into the room like some awkward kid who''s been
asked to model the ugly jumper her grandmother knitted for Christmas.
Our eyes lock as he hits me with that megawatt cute boy smile, a hint of dimples, and a reminder how
gorgeous Colton is when he rxes and let''s his charms shine. That''s before breaking contact to let his
gaze slide down my outfit and back again. I can tell by the raised brow expression he likes what he
sees, and that smile turns into a full-on dimple enhanced swoon worthy, sexy smile, with an
apanying twinkle in his eye that melts me to my core. It does weird things to my insides, and my
butterflies rise up and set my skin alight with a smoldering fire.
Well, I''ll be damned. I thought naked was good.
His mental message has me blush insanely, heat consuming my face, his voice dripping with
heightened lust, but it''s short lived when I catch him side ncing Carmen and he seems to instantly
put his tongue away. Pulling back his reaction and yanking on that serious persona once more. It''s like
he got scolded and I wonder if she mind linked him and gave him what for. In her head they''re still
''trying to work things out'', even if I know otherwise.
N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.
"My father gave me a schedule of where all the packs, teams and such are to report at dawn. We meet
in the mess at first light. Our subs are convening on the west river, the old basketball court, and we''ll be
in charge of continuing training with the pack members already learningbat …. and of course,
Lorey."
Straight into leader mode, pushing that spark between us aside as responsibility kicks in. I don''t know
who gasps louder, out of literally everyone in the room. Even I take thatst word or two in with a little
inhale of ''what?''
"She''s training with us? Has she ever done any sort of hand to hand or weapons training in her life?
We might kill her by mistake!" It''s the previous silent member that I never got a good look at and he
steps forward now. Appearing from behind the bar area and I flinch when I catch sight of his face.
He''s older than Colton for sure, a little greying of his hair at the temples and he has onepletely
white eyeball that suggests he''s partially blind. The other so dark brown inparison that you can''t
help but react when you see it. A raggedy awful looking scar running from cheek to forehead and
passing right through, so deep you can tell he was wounded pretty badly whenever this happened and
it''s literally the first thing you see.
I try not to stare but it is so very rare to see a wolf with any kind of scars. We selfheal, miraculously,
and instantly most of the time, and only one kind of wound will ever leave a mark like that on a healthy
wolf. Silver dipped in wolfsbane. I heard they used it against our kind in the wars with some sess,
although it killed most.
If it doesn''t kill you, then it leaves you forever marked as he is, by creating an infection inside of you
and poisoning the site around it. It eats into your body and flesh and makes you so very sick that
healing won''t cure the mess, you have to heal like a human. I don''t recall ever seeing him, but I guess
with damage like, that he wouldn''t want to be seen outside much.
Wolves are very high ego and any kind of failure in battle makes them act weird and live in shame.
We''re all about that. I mean, it''s literally affected my entire existence.
"Where else would she train? She''s safer with me and I''m safer being the one to teach her to fight. This
thing is real, and no one has more experience than thebat teams, of which we are one." Colton
has an edge to his tone; his gaze flickers my way and I catch Carmen, out of the corner of my eye,
throwing him a full on pathetic and woeful look. Aiming to manipte him, with what I assume used to
be a tried and tested method when he was with her. Tearse out to y, and I try and ignore her.
Colton''s jaw muscle twitches and he nces away from her, back at his pack, somewhat unimpressed.
A frown creasing his forehead and his eyes cloud over a little in glowy amber.
"Radar, I think it''s the best n and we as a unit can bring her up to speed and teach her how to sync
with us… to be one fluid machine, with an extra set of teeth. Our pack lost numbers with Karly
and Ebony both being with pup and out of action." Meadow throws me an encouraging warm smile as
she backs up Colton''s, bringing my attention to the fact there''s more to this sub pack normally, bringing
femme numbers to almost match the males. She starts subtly growling at her mate when he opens his
mouth to say something and he shuts it just as quickly.
I blink back at the scarred wolf and click; his name must be Radar. Weird for a name, and I assume it''s
a nickname, something to do with whatever gift he has. I do know some wolves possess ability to feel
thingsing from afar and have insight to certain things in the way a real radar pulse would. I wonder
if it''s what he can do, although maybe not, if the vampire attack was unforeseen.
"And if she''s useless and slows us down… what then?" Carmen butts in nastily, abandoning her pitiful
act bitchily because he didn''t bite and instead pushes between us to get in the middle of the
conversation. Putting herself between Colton and I and nudges closer to him in a bid to mark her
territory. Colton steps sideways away from her and turns and walks to the bar, pulling out a bottle of
water from a concealed fridge and takes a slow drink without reacting to her in any way.
"Why would she be? We''re good teachers, we''ve taught many of our kind and started them in their
training, besides, didn''t you see the chaos in the house or were you too busy being blinded by your
own seething hatred?" Meadow doesn''t hold back, her words dripping with venom,ing at her from
across the room where she''s been standing back to admire her handywork, and Colton sighs loudly. He
turns, perches his butt against the edge of the bar, and it''s only now I notice the dark circles under his
eyes and the unusually pale pallor of exhaustion.
"Can you two stop, for just …. an hour… I swear, this shit gives me a headache."ckluster too and I
wonder what exactly went down with his meeting with his father. His usual shine is missing.
"She started it!" Carmen blurts out, like a juvenile tattle telling, and it makes me frown at her with a
subtle shake of my head. Mature she is not. She''s following Colton once more, across the room as he
pushes off and heads for a couch, but he sees hering and crosses away to perch on the arm of
the opposite one, where the twins are sprawled out with cans of beer. She looks annoyed instantly. at
the fact she can''t sit anywhere near him and it irritates me endlessly that she''s chasing him around. It''s
obvious to all of us he wants her to leave him alone.
"She has a name, and no… I think your skanky Puta booty always starts shit. When are you going to
stop trailing his ass and sit down? You''re being pathetic." Meadow lets out a frustrated ''arghh'' noise
under her breath when carmen ceases to edge closer to him, mirroring my sentiments exactly. She
walks over and yanks Carmen by the arm harshly, pushing her into a nearby chair aggressively, so
Carmen stumbles backwards ungracefully and butt thuds, then throws amanding pointer finger in
her face. One of her talons only millimeters from the end of piercing Carmen''s nose.
"Now sit!! … Like a good little puppy, or I might have to spank you." Meadow is throwing attitude and
with a tone and re like hers, I wouldn''t argue. Carmen''s face turns puce with outrage, her eyes
darting wildly to Colton to overrule his second inmand and chastise her for talking to her that way,
manhandling her, but Colton inhales again, sighing heavily and goes back to his previous position of
sipping on his bottle of water. Carmen really does look like she may self-implode and make Meadow''s
and my day after all.
Meadow slinks over to Cesar on one of the armchairs and crawls onto hisp, curling herself around
him and nestling her butt against his crotch. I can''t help but watch the way he opens up and epts
her invasion, wrapping her in his arms willingly, and whispers something in her ear before she smiles at
him sexily and flutters a kiss on his lips quickly. So fluid, no refusal, and no insecurity in her that he
might not want her sat on him.
It''s obvious they''repletely bonded in all ways and although I haven''t seen her mark, I can tell it''s
done. They have that connection oozing from both of them, that says their union is finalized and they
canmunicate on a deeper level than what we have so far. A mark can be wherever your mate
decides to put it, although most males like to have it on show and put it on a femme''s throat, not all do.
They''re known for territorial possessiveness so it''s moremon than not. Cesar is obviously very
secure about his fiery hot femme can battle off males by herself.
I find myself aching for that, wondering where Colton would choose to ce his, and have to tear my
eyes away from him before Carmen kicks off again. My heart beating a little too fast, and my soul
yearning stronger than before. I miss his touch already.
I realize I''ve zoned out, blinking back to reality and they''re talking about zones and patrols and
something to do with the new containment areas. I try to listen in as Colton exins that they''re setting
up homes in the valley to try and amodate the families from other parts of the mountain tomorrow.
That tents and temporary buildings will need to be erected and the local bar and school on this side will
be converted, along with the gym and themunity hall. They have caravans and mobile homes
coming out of storage for some, but a lot of the people they want to move closer are refusing to leave
their homes and unite on this side.
"You can''t force people to shift everything and up and leave to move a few miles. I get the why, but
these people, they don''t want to leave their homes for a tent in the fields, Cole." It''s Jesus, and I watch
as they all lean forward, seriousness kicking in as they talk this out and freely throw in opinions.
Everyone except me, and of course Carmen, who is now focused on the conversation at hand and
silently listening on the outskirts of the huddle, gazing longingly at Colton.
"We don''t know when another attack wille, and it''s easier to keep them safe if we have them here."
Colton shrugs, seemingly repeating what he''s been told, but a look shing across his face tells me he
doesn''t agree. I almost will him to stop mimicking his father''s words and be honest with what he thinks
we should be doing.
"Easier to control you mean? We all know your father has been angling for supreme reign for years,
and this sounds a lot like he''s trying to force the packs into one ce, so they''re easier to police."
Matteo verbalizes what I guess I was thinking and feeling, surprising me that I''m not the only one.
Colton throws a dangerous look at Matteo, a growl in the undercurrent as he jumps to defensive over
an insult aimed his father''s way, but Matteo doesn''t back down. "You know it Cole ... you know how he
is. Tell me it''s better to coral people together when they have a device that can disable us all within one
space and I''ll drop it."
Matteo talks sense, and I agree. Bringing the people together means we''re a sitting target if they use
the same device. At least spread out we have a chance of escaping the effects and fighting back. They
can''t attack us all in one go with one those things, surely.
I catch Colton ncing my way, something flickering across his eyes as he thinks and then he turns
back to Matteo. I miss the fleeting message in his look, not sure what it was meant to mean.