Unbound ( werewolf romance)

New Surroundings

Things went in a rush, the driver gave us a closed envelope and I peeked inside, sighing in relief and not really wanting to know how had Michael arranged a fake ID, fake passport and anything else a normal American boy called Pete  Byrne, our dear lost boy, would need to have to reenter the country. I simply clucked my tongue to his disheveled look on the picture, it would have to do. It took about an hour and a half to finally arrive to Mr. MacCallahan’s property where we were rushed to another car, this time to be directed to the private airport that he owned, less than 10 hours later and more scares than I wanted to admit. I didn’t know I had it in me to be an actress but with all the lying I had to do to assure that everything went smoothly I would deserve an Oscar.

Finally in New York, Michael himself decided to come to fetch us at the airport, people still stole glances at us. I had made sure Pete wore a woolen cap, in case his “ears” decided to peek again, but other than that It wasn’t anything ordinary. The city was busy as usual, people their own business, I was considering hailing a cab when I saw the familiar face charging on our way.

“Well, Hello there Michael” I greeted him with a toothy smile.

To which he grunted and carried on with his own conversation in his headset.

He was dressed as usual in a tailored suit, he was about my father’s age but stress had taken its toll on him. His usual handsome face was already scowling at something, and his own brown hair already had silver streaks on it. He took my luggage and started walking in stride towards the exit. I heard a small growl by my side and squeezed his hand in reassurance, but the fact that he was more awake made me feel at ease. I had drugged him to let him sleep the whole travel. The airhostess didn’t even bate an eyelash when I requested it in his drink. Not gonna think about what MacCallahan did with his bough privacy.

“Let’s go” I mumbled to myself.

The ride car was uncomfortable to say the least; Michael kept on shooting glares to the back of car where we were seated as if someone had pooped in his car making me annoyed. I was already picturing nasty ways to make Michael actually have a reason to hate me when we arrived home sweet home.  A three floor Victorian house, with red brinks included in the nice part of Brooklyn. It was already late yet the lights were still off. Michael looked at the windows dubiously but still left our baggage and left with a wave of his hand.

His duty was completed, and I would have actually killed him if he asked to come in and check on me.

“come on” I told Pete who remained a bit scared of all the new sights and fast paced New York, he had been clutching my hand since we had left the inn, but even so I could feel he was about to drop of exhaustion.

I tugged his hand and clutched my own baggage to pick up my keys and let myself in.

Mom was probably still in her job, so I had the house full to myself. I took the chance to give Pete a tour of my house. The first floor was basic, consisting only of a minimalist living room, stainless-steel kitchen, and bathroom and laundry room. The second floor was my mom’s study and my dad’s office and dark-room, also the spare bedroom and the master bedroom each with its own bathroom and last but not least the third floor was all mines.  Video games, guitars and books were everywhere, a couple of clothes on the coach facing a huge plasma Tv surrounded by stereos. A king sized bedroom, personal bathroom connected to a walk in closet. The fact that it was actually a teenage dream only showed who the one that actually inhabited the whole house was. The rest was just for show.

Pete saw the bed and started taking off his clothes, he was already dragging his feet and I could actually understand his own exhaustion. I was about to drop asleep but hunger was winning.

“Don’t be like that, please, you need to feed. We barely had anything to eat while traveling” He took his shirt off and was about to take off his pants when I went to grab his hands. “Leave your underwear on, I don’t want to know who put them on you” I snickered figuring the guys fighting over the chore, blaming it on the exhaustion “ but leave them on, I’ll bring you something to eat”.

I went down and took account of the bare fridge, mom probably hadn’t come home since I departed and was holed up on her lab. I took some bread and cheese and jamb, made some sandwiches and poured a couple of glasses of orange juice, before bringing it up to my room. He was already in my bed barely awake. I tugged the covers and offered him the snacks, after feeding us I simply took off my hoodie and went off to put on some cotton shorts. Pete was waiting still fighting to do not fall asleep, he opened the covers and pulled me to his warm body rumbling against my hair.

I was too tired to realize that he had been afraid to fall asleep, it wasn’t until I was about to turn down the lights that he complained with a loud “No!” inside my mind. His eyes were scared and his body trembled holding me hostage against his own. So I left my own exhaustion to care for him, while we fell asleep.

I should have left my door closed, was my last though before blacking out.