Unclaimed

Chapter Forty-Six - Hellstorm

Beau

I scrub myself down in the shower until there is no smell and nothing but the scent of the soap on my skin. Judas looked displeased when I floated out the bathroom fresh as a daisy.

Getting dressed in a simple blue t-shirt and pants, I head downstairs to make myself something to eat. I settle on making the lot of us a chicken pot pie. Tommy used to adore the chicken pot pies I made.

If I wasn't careful he'd eat it out of the tin and never save me some.

I really miss you Tommy.

"You feel so sad." I look up as I'm rolling out the dough for the pot pie. Val and Iris sitting at the kitchen island with me, drinking from tall stemmed wine glasses. Val's eyes fixated on me as Iris tearing through a bodice ripper from the room she shared with Zack who was still away. I cock an eyebrow at her an give a small smile.

"Are you an empath?" I ask trying to brush off her question.

"Not really. But most if not all Lycan's can sense strong emotions, like being able to tell when someone is mourning. The lost look, the deep sighs, there's tension between your eyebrows and in your jaw, you probably have really fond memories of making this for them." She gestures to the mess of dough and flour in front of me. She continues.

"But while I've been here, I find that you don't stop working, you can't get enough sleep to save your life, apparently. You have mountains of paper work and a boat load of distractions surrounding you. And I think it's because you're missing somebody, someone that used to make things make sense. Maybe someone that you just really love and miss. But you love and miss them so much that doing small things like cooking or even work, feels tedious and unimportant." Val says looking at the rolling pin in my hands.

Noticing my movements has completely stopped and I'm now glaring at her. She stiffens noticing my expression and even Iris is drawn up from her book. Staring at the two of us in confusion.

I don't like being dissected in my own home.

Zion and Judas must have felt the tension from the living room as they both looked over the back of the couch towards us. Judas looking concerned, while Zion was already on his feet walking over to us. Val's face falls the longer I glare at her, even once Zion is by her side.

"I'm sorry, my mate sometimes lets the wine get the better of her." Zion says as he pries the wine glass from Val and downs it in front of her.

They both look to me for some sort of sign but I give nothing away. I hold the sides of the rolling pin tightly as I continue flattening the dough out. Lining the glass pie pan with the dough and scooping the filling inside as I top it off once more and slide it into the oven.

The four of them sit huddled by the roaring fire whispering quietly to each other, while I cleaned the mess around me. I was just about done when I heard the sound of the wind pick up. I toss the rag into the now spotless sink and reach over the sink to crack the window open. Listening hard as the scent of the air shifts. The salty smell from the sea filling the house, as the wind whistled it's way through the window. I reach up sliding the window closed. Just as I do the air rushes in and I smell the thick scent of the rain.

"Ah shit!" I curse and turn heading towards the back door.

"What happened?" Judas quickly asks but I don't answer as I open the door ready to run but stop.

The mastiffs were on my back porch whining as the loud crack of thunder violently shook the air around us. The dogs whining for me to let them in so I do. Watching as they run into the house brushing passed a confused Judas who was standing at the other end of the hall. The thunder boomed again, louder this time like a cannon firing in the sky. I ducked in the door frame as if I would be hit with something. Lightning cracked through the clouds and I could hear the rain descending on the water down by the beach.