My Pet Mate

Chapter 30

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*Annabelle's POV*

I sighed as I closed the door to my apartment and shook off my jacket. Today was a rough day. It's close to Thanksgiving break, and it makes the kids bounce around like bouncy balls. Try to teach a bunch of 15 year olds geography when all they're thinking about is their grandmother's chocolate cake they'll have during Thanksgiving dinner.

I've had a few students ask me about me being marked. Most of which I never expected to be werewolves. It was weird how they just knew while I was kept in the dark about their existence, but it was also weirdly calming knowing that some of my students were werewolves. I've realized that being around them feels natural.

"I'm home." I called into the hallway.

Adam would be at work till 5, but my own little ritual kept standing strong. I made my way into the kitchen and filled a glass of water as I leaned against the counter, collecting my thoughts.

I wonder what Adam and I should do this weekend. Because of heat and Isa being here we didn't go out last weekend, so I know Robin is up for a trip to the bar. I don't know what mood Adam is in. He seems to like clubbing, but at the same time he might just say that because I enjoy it. It was Thursday today, so I still had some time to decide.

I stiffened as I heard a noise. It was muffled, but I think it came from my apartment. Ok, what to do? This is how poor innocent women die in horror movies. Do I go check it out? Do I call Adam? Do I run and never return?

I subconsciously reached for the silver around my neck. At least if it's a werewolf I can defend myself. I looked sideways and grabbed a knife from my knife block and decided to do the stupid option of checking it out.

I checked the bathroom first, it was empty. Then I checked my bedroom. Also empty. I made sure to check under the bed and in the closet, but there was no one there. That leaves the laundry room. I carefully approached it while holding my breath.

I did a silent prayer before opening it and holding out my knife.

Someone was indeed behind the door, making me scream. In return, the person on the other side screamed as well. Then I realized that I knew the person who screamed and calmed down.

"Fred? What are you doing?" I called out.

Fred stopped screaming, "Oh thank god. I thought it was someone else." I frowned and was about to ask what she was doing in my laundry room when she grabbed my hand, pulled me into the room and closed the door behind her. The only light source was a small flashlight.

"The hell Fred? What is going on?" I asked.

"I'm hiding." She responded nonchalantly.

I frowned, "Ok. Two questions, what are you hiding from and why the hell are you hiding in my laundry room?"

Fred shrugged, "Robin made sure to hide some defensive weapons in your laundry room to turn it into a safe house."

I rolled my eyes. Of course, Robin is always up to something. Wait a minute, Robin has told me this too. "Wait, why is my laundry room the safehouse for our group? And what kind of weapons are in here?"

Fred looked around the poorly lit room, "Just a baseball bat really. She didn't want to put in anything illegal."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Why are my friends so weird? "You never answered my question. What are you hiding from?"