The Second Society

Chapter 4

MADARA

The rain had started up at some point, lighting illuminating the rooms for a brief moment as the silence drowned this stupid staring contest before thunder roared from a distance.

Our unwelcomed visitor stood there; shoulders rolled back in a dominant display of superiority. Knowing full well we can't just chase them out and close the door.

Maybe throw the key away.

Friday nights usually meant shutting the world out and enjoying the weekend, away from surprised visits and unnecessary social gatherings. Unless necessary, or previously planned, there was no need to open the door for anyone.

Much less her.

The dim lighting in the room covered most of our displeased forms as the pack gathered in the dining area, keeping an eye on her while we wait.

Her breathing was even, eyes unwavering and sharp. Creating a barrier between us with her body and trying to find flaws in our pack.

The drunk one finally sobered up enough to shower and not drown under the stream of water from the shower head. Dressed in clean clothes, damp hair and slight panic in his eyes, he now paces between our pack the large windows facing part of our garden. Rain hits the glass a little stronger ever few minutes.

This storm is quite inconvenient.

I'd planned on enjoying a nice cold drink in my room with nothing to bother while I nursed this blasted headache back to numbness.

That plan went out the window as soon as I read those texts, rushing home was only slightly on the plan trying to beat the storm before ending up trapped in the rain or on some ditch on our way home.

Luck was on our side enough to arrive just in time to find she sheer fuckery going on. I can't even glance at my brother who sat next to me at the head of the table. With the window behind me – and a pacing Alpha – the shadows only favoured the pounding in my head and soft lighting helped the pain behind my eyes.

He was clearly in no mood to bring up a courteous smile for our visits, his chin rested slightly on his hand resting on the table, turned enough to face the women standing in our foyer with no intentions of moving. Even as Izuna appeared relaxed, I knew better. Tension reeked in the air.

Shisui even kept a quiet seat on my other side, preferring to keep his shoulders dropped and a small lighter in his hands resting on the table, trying his best to tick at the woman's patience. Would she break and shout at him to take a smoke outside in the rain?

He hopped so, the need to edge her on was clear as day. That lighter had been emptied for years and he doesn't even smoke. Shisui just wants to distract her.

Keep trying.

At least the tensed Obito took a seat, for some reason he was the closest to her. Sitting on the other head of the table right across from me, his elbows resting on his knees, leaning forward towards her. Maybe even trying to take a peek behind her.

His hair now messy from the many times he brushed his fingers and almost pulled at the roots from the tense wait between the moment the phone call ended and this...

Stupid staring contest.

The one who worried me was standing at the bar, further away from her and to my left wall. He stood there like a statue trying to disappear. This is our home after all, our sanctuary. A safe space with our scents and no one to bark orders or point at our flaws.

This clearly breached all our living arrangements and set rules...

However, we had limited options.

With another flash of lightning filling the rooms, the woman finally clicked her tong. I could hear Shisui smirking. Her resolve crumbling as the need to get her answers finally broke her dam wall.