Carter's Savior

Twenty-Four

Sloan's POV

After our nap, Carter and I found ourselves downstairs with Turner. I had taken it upon myself to cook for us, while Turner and Carter watched Cars and played a bunch of board games. This was my first time interacting with the kid, and it was weird. From the times he was around before he kept to himself. Quiet and reserved. Almost like Ambrose. But that was about five years ago. Seeing him now, he was the complete opposite. Loud, rambunctious, and sweet. That was not Ambrose.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I cooked, and I grabbed it, and speaking of the devil, Ambrose's name flashed across my screen. I immediately answered and his stone-cold face stared back at me.

This kid needed to loosen up.

"Sloan." He huffed, his arms crossed as he stared at me.

"What kid?" I smirked, knowing he was going to give me his version of lecturing me.

"You must hate me." Here we go. "Seeing as you have called your other siblings except for me."

"See, now that is not true." I teased as I took the phone and perched it up against the wall by the stove. "I haven't called Delany yet,"

"Spare me, you beast." He gritted his teeth and snarled at me. Gosh, he was more like an animal than we were.

Ambrose and Florence were twins, both 18 and unmated. But from what I can tell that hasn't bothered Ambrose at all, but then again he rarely shows that anything bothers him. Ambrose was born a lycan, but we think because he had share a womb with a tiger he got their strength. I mean seriously, the kid was strong as hell. And fucking ripped. Not to mention he was kind of scary-looking to be honest.

"Name-calling already? We've only been on the phone for four minutes." I knew that teasing him was going to make him more upset. But it needed to be done. "You gotta stop being so serious all the time."

"I wasn't calling you to pester me, you idiot." He rolled his eyes and ran his hand through dark hair that was a mess on his head. The thing about me and Ezra, we ended up getting the light features...the white features as my pops likes to say. We look like our grandpa. But everyone else, Ambrose, Flo, Delany, Eliezar they all look more Italian and black than I do. Not fair.

"Then why were you calling?" The phone went silent and I saw a red heat joined his cheeks. A smile erupted on my face at the realization. "You missed me!" I yelled so loud, that Carter and Turner looked over, confusion all over their faces.

"Shut up! You asshole!" He yelled back, but I didn't care. Ambrose missed me, and guess what, I was going to tell everyone.

I heard footsteps and I turned to see both Carter and Turner walking over to see the commotion.

'What's going on?' Carter signed as he approached and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Oh, I'm just talking to Ambrose about how much he misses me." Ambrose groaned on the phone, and Carter made a look toward me. He knew Ambrose would never say such a thing. He moved over to where he was on the screen and he smiled.

"Hello, Carter. I hope you are well." I made a quick 'push' sound and rolled my eyes. He could of at least sounded enthusiastic about it.

'I am well, I hope you are too.' Carter signed. Guilt began gnawing at me, knowing that I held back the information about Carter signing.

"He said that he--" I went to interpret but Ambrose interrupted me before I could.

"I know what he said beast." He rolled his eyes and went back to looking at Carter and signed, 'Your sign language is beautiful. I am a little jealous that you were able to learn so quickly. I've been studying for years and finally have mastered it.'