The Phantom Wolf

Chapter 115 (Motivation)

*Pearl's POV*

From far away, I heard what sounded like Kate's voice. "Perhaps she needs some motivation." It seemed to have come from outside.

Rubbing my eyes, and stifling a yawn, I quietly asked Bree who was laying next to me, "What's going on?"

"Good morning to you too." She said to me with a teasing smile on her face.

"Morning." I deadpanned.

Sitting up, I noticed that we weren't in our bedroom. We were in mum and dad's room?

"How did we get here? I don't even remember falling asleep." I muttered under my breath. My arms were wrapped around Bree's waist, and Bree had an open book on her lap. She must've been reading while I was asleep.

Bree turned to me with a light smirk gracing her lips. "After you were done giving your pep talk to the lonely nomad upstairs, you came back down and stayed with me. You then proceeded to deliver death glares to Vladimir and Stefan for almost 3 hours nonstop. And that only ended, when they left to go hunting. And as soon as they were gone, you collapsed on top of me and immediately entered dreamland." She answered me with clear amusement in her tone.

"Oops." I whispered out in surprise.

"Yeah. Oops indeed. You haven't been sleeping, have you?" Bree asked me in a pointed tone. "With how quickly you fell asleep, dad said that your body must have been pushed to the brink of exhaustion for that to happen."

She was glaring at me when she spoke. And although obvious annoyance was present, there was also clear concern within her eyes. I just sighed in acknowledgment and replied honestly, "With everything going on, all the new faces around here, and all of the new members in the packs, I've been, on alert, the whole time. I guess I never really found the right opportunity to get some rest."

Bree delivered a light slap to my shoulder, showcasing her clear disapproval of my actions.

"I know. I'm sorry, okay. I've just been on edge. Allowing myself to relax is... difficult." I apologised, knowing that it was better to acknowledge the problem I was facing, instead of just brushing it off as nothing. I've learnt not to fight with Bree, cause if I do, I'll end up upsetting her, and that's the last thing I want.

It took a minute for Bree to respond to me, but when she did, I felt a little better. "I get it. I'm worried too Pearl."

I nodded my head and pulled Bree in for a proper hug. Bree's book was tossed aside as we embraced each other. Before we pulled apart, I left a tender kiss on Bree's forehead, and she smiled warmly at me in response.

Looking around the room again, I asked in a light tone. "But seriously, how did we get here? If you were the one to drag me to bed, we would have ended up in our room."

My imprint giggled at me and simply pulled her phone out of her pocket. Unlocking the device, she tapped on her photo gallery and revealed a bunch of pictures to me. There were so many, and all of them showed Emmet treating my body like a doll!

It was like he was dragging a dead body around and posing for photos with it! How was I that out of it to not wake up?!

In a panic, I snatched Bree's phone out of her hand to check all of the photos' contents. What I found, made my blood boil. There were a multitude of embarrassing situations Emmet had placed my unconscious body into! To name a few: There was a photo of him lowering my head into the freaking toilet! Another where I was wearing a cat costume! Where the hell did he even get that from!? One of them had Rosalie standing next to him and posing with my body in between them, and I was completely kitted out with make up and styled hair! And another had me dressed up like a baby and being carried around like a freaking infant!