Stubborn and the Mutt

thirty eight | the invite

After that incident, Micah and I have been working on our trust for one another. So much so that he's found the time to make quality time between us something important. For the past two or so weeks, he's been making it his upmost priority to more or less make me and my feelings valid. Or at least, that's what he said his intentions were, so I ran with it. Even still, I was a bit jumpy around him, around his kind in general, considering the memories of that day flashed in my head from time to time, and I recalled how awfully terrifying it was witnessing one thing inhuman.

But then again, they aren't exactly human.

As for Julius? I haven't seen him since. Micah assured me he was around, but was given orders not to be around me since he was gullible to listen to Natasha — who supposedly has no authority over him — and stir the pot by adding his own salt to the wound that day. That's fine by me, as long as he didn't lose his job or something. I'd never want to step between a person and their bag.

As for Natasha... I haven't seen her in a bit. Actually on second thought, I don't mind stepping between her and whatever bag she's getting, because she's been a pain in my behind for a hit minute. I last saw her on that day, gleefully grinning that her mission to get me to the mansion and scare me with their rituals was a success, but I so wished to see her just once to grin right back, and maybe to say something like— "Eat it, sucker! You thought! You thought right but nonetheless I'm still here and am going nowhere."

Or slap her, I'm not too sure anymore about how I feel. Still, I haven't seen or heard from her.

It's a wonderful Wednesday. I skipped school to come to the pack house (Micah fetched me in the morning from school, minutes after my father dropped me off), I guess just to hang around as most of the teens and some adults had some sort or training this week. Micah told me he was on for training today, and I found that Andrea was on as well.

Speaking of Drea, we did speak a bit about that day, and she felt guilty and apologetic that I had to experience that completely unprepared. I assured her it wasn't her fault and that I'd just have to get used to the fact that this is just how things are.

Nonetheless, here I am lazily laying on their couch in this enormous living space. They should be done any minute, since it just hit mid afternoon, and I'm just waiting for Micah, Andrea, Matt or even Andrew for that matter, to rock up and entertain me or something.

A light sigh escapes my lips as I sit up, then I decide I'd make myself at home and snoop in their kitchen for a snack or something. I could ask the maid or helper, but I feel like I've bothered the babe enough. My feet move me to the kitchen, my fingers glide against the counter as my eyes wander around, darting between drawers and cupboards to figure out which to open first.

I decide on what looks like a smaller looking cupboard, big enough to store snack and such, but also big enough to store pots. And to my disappointment, pots are what take up the space. I slowly close it and walk closer to the fridge. Very fancy looking, looks like it's cleaned to perfection on a daily.

My snoopy self will get in trouble, I think as I open the fridge. Literally of variety of drinks, glass drawers of variety of veggies and packages of all kids. The drawer is stocked to the brim, basically, that I have to open the freezer and confirm my suspicions — they have bulks of meat. Bulks of meat, and understandably so, they are wolves. They need the meat, but I'm surprised they have veggies as options too.

How... omnivore of them.

With shrugging shoulders, I reach out for the Coke bottle and close the fridge, putting it on the counter before rampaging through cupboards until I find a glass. When I do, I quickly rinse it and then pour myself a glass, drinking it until just a sip is left, then refilling it to the brim again.