Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Sixty One

POV Zayn

Luna disappears after crowning Tiffany and I.

"We could split it three ways. I'll take the west side, Preston the south east, and our fearless rulers here can have whatever is left."

"What about, Marie? And the other smaller surrounding packs, Zander?"

"I don't know we could break them of a piece too, I guess.. As long as I get the biggest piece I don't really don't care."

Only Zander. "Alexander we aren't talking about a slice of cake. Let's just discuss this later I'm in dire need of a nap."

"And I doubt Aaliyah quite enjoys being locked away." Tiffany interjects.

Zander aqua eyes turned white at the sound of his mates name. "Shit. She's gonna rip my balls off. I tricked her. I didn't even tell her where I was going. Shit. Where's Jaxon? Jesus! Preston punch me in the face!"

"What?"

"So I'll look beat up and she'll feel bad and so you won't have to go to my funeral. Punch my in the face. C'mon break my jaw." Jaxon appears next to his side.

"Zander?.."

I give Tiffany a look.

"Zander just go home. Maybe Aaliyah will be nice."

"You all want me to die. At my funeral, I want to be buried in my leather skinny jeans and the Armani leather jacket and just a black button up. Make sure they play Highway To Hell, and Zayn spray paint my coffin with some sick graffiti shit."

"Aye aye captain."

"That's quite a funeral." Preston laughs.

"Pres you and Damon, come home with me. Lucy likes you two."

"Zander did you just call your mate the female version of Lucifer?"

"Yes, yes I did, Jax."

"When she kills you I'm not going to stop her."

"What kind of Beta are you?!"

"One hell of a good one. Now c'mon Alpha Z. Your majesties Zayn, Tiffany."

"We'll see you later, Jaxon."

Jaxon grabs the shoulder of Zander's shirt. "Bye Tiff, Zayn. If I die it's your fault. Pres, G come with me." He lets out a snort. "It rhythms."

Preston and Damon say their quick goodbyes then follow Jaxon and Zander into the woods. As they disappear, Tiffany and I are left alone. She falls against my side and buries her head into my chest.

"Please carry me. Too much shit has happened today. I'm tired."

I'm too tired to laugh. What was supposed to be a laugh comes out more like an awful gagging noise.

"Yeah c'mon, baby. I'm tired too let's drive home."

"Best. Idea. Ever. Wait-" she springs up, standing straight. "where's Beth?!?" She rapidly flickers her head about. I feel the panic radiate off her.

I pull her back against my side. "Relax. She went home a little over thirty minutes ago. She's okay. She went straight to the hospital for Niall. He's starting to wake up." She loosens up in my arms. I feel her muscles soften.

She lays her head on my shoulder. She sighs against my neck. "In that case, I come with me to my old house."

"Okay. Let's go."

I let her walk me to a small village with two sets of house on either side of the street. Her good mood vanishes. She pokes to a yellow house with brown shingles,"That was Beth's family home," then to a blue-ish gray home with black shingles,"Balia and Dalia's home, the twins."