Beta's Sister, Alpha's Mate

Chapter Nine~Or Worse

"Is that it?" Grace asks as I finish explaining all that went on today.

"Yeah." I nod my head.

"Ugh! What do you want to do now?" Grace asks.

"How about we discuss what we are going to tell your folks." Lucy says.

"Yeah, I mean it's not like you can leave behind Max and he sure as hell can't come back to Memphis!" Emily says.

"Oh my god! I completely forgot about that! We need to figure that out we don't have much more time." I say.

"I did too! How the hell am I suppose to tell my parents that I can't come home?" She starts to pace the room and I can feel her pain.

"What going on?" Max pokes his head through my bed room door.

"You know the usual. Grace is fretting about what she'll have to tell her parents. How's my mom doing?" I ask.

"Shes dealing. What is Grace needing to tell her parents?" Max replies.

"You know, she can't leave California and go back to Memphis. She needs to come up with something to tell her parents." Emily retorts.

"Well we could tell them the truth." Max suggests.

All us girls look at each other and burst out laughing. I know, it's such a cliché girl move but honestly who in their right minds would believe us if we even told them?

"You have to be kidding me. My parents don't believe in the paranormal. They sure as hell wont believe me or you if we tell them that werewolves were real." Grace snorts.

"We'll we could show them." Max suggests.

"You mean you would let them watch you shift?" I ask in surprise.

"There isn't a thing in the world I wouldn't do for Grace." Max admits.

"Thats it! He whipped!" I hear Finley shout across the house.

"It's not whipped! It's being a gentleman." Lucy shouts at Finley.

"Whatever." Finley pushes Lucy's retort off.

"You know, once you imprint you'll be like this too." Max yells.

"Will isn't like that!" Finley shouts.

I cock an eyebrow and give an evil smile. "William!" I shout. Within seconds William is by my side smiling down at me.

"Trader!" Finley yells as he comes up to the door.

"Yeah whatever." William shrugs.

Thats what I love about William, he's so calm and he loves to joke around. That is, until it comes to me. When it comes to me he's possessive and protective but the thing is, I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Okay I think we should hit the sack. It's getting late." Emily says. Will, Max and Finley look at me with a confused look.

"It means time to sleep." I chuckle.

They all make an "oh" sound and the rest of us just chuckle.

"Do you want me to sleep with you?" Max asks Grace. She looks at me as if I should give her the answer. I shrug and walk out of the room with William.

"Would you like me to sleep with you?" He asks.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." I smile.

"Thats good because I want you to fall asleep in my arms every night." Will chuckles.

"I can't every night. I still have friends here and I can't just leave them." I say sadly.

"I know but you can whenever you get the chance." He replies and kisses my temple.

As William and I walk down to his room I feel something shift in the atmosphere. I feel something, and this something feels wrong.

I know William feels me tense and I know he feels what I feel, after all he is inside my head.

"What's wrong?" Finley's voice rings through my mind.

"It' just a feeling. I feel something in the air and it feels wrong." I reply through my thoughts.

I walk down the hall closer to where my mom is sleeping. I feel pain as I get closer and it feels almost unbearable. I double over in pain and it feels just like I've been stabbed in the stomach. I take a few deep breaths and think about what could be happening.

Wait, I'm close to my mom, and I feel as if I've been stabbed. What else could it fucking be?

I try to open the door to the room but it's locked. I call out for my mom but no one answers.

"What the fuck is going on?" Max and Grace yell as they run out form my room.

"Stand back." I growl at everyone as I focus all my power on bursting this door open.

I move my hands towards the door and within second the door is flying open and the smell of iron floods over me. Shit, iron means blood and blood means that someone is bleeding or worse...

Dead.

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(Updated and edited on June 18, 2016)