What goes bump in the night

Chapter five

Chapter five

Colby pushed himself out of bed from next to Cora. He hadn’t been able to sleep. Something felt off between his connection with Remy, and the connection that was rekindled between his sister and him. He quietly left the room and walked down to the kitchen. He knew Cora would sleep for quite a while more; the night they had last night would ensure it. He grinned and chuckled to himself as he padded quietly down the carpet-covered stairs. Sitting down in the sun room off of the kitchen, Colby thought through the feelings he was getting from the links between the important people in his life. From Remy, he was receiving anger and determination. Creasing his brow in thought, Colby wondered what he was up to. He hadn’t talked to Remy since he left him in town yesterday, and he hadn’t heard his motorcycle pull up while he was awake. Colby scanned the scenery of the backyard of large house Remy, Cora, and he shared; the sun already starting its trek through the sky. Colby focused his thoughts to Mara. He could tell by the link that she was in the stage between sleep and being awake. She was uneasy. There was something wrong but he couldn’t search her mind anymore. His link with Remy was strongest, meaning he was close. Colby pushed himself up from the chair he sat in and walked toward the weight room in the home, figuring that would be where he would find Remy. Looking into the room, Colby’s brow creased in thought again. He walked toward the door that attached the garage to the house. He opened it as something flew into the wall next to the door. Colby looked down and saw it was a little football. Colby look toward Remy’s truck and saw him there.

Remy threw the football at the same moment that the door opened. Remy’s face was tight with anger and he quickly looked away from Colby as he caught his glance. He heard Colby close the door and walk up to him.

“Can I sit with you?” Colby asked Remy. He could tell Remy was angry, and he wasn’t sure what he was angry about so he didn’t want to press his luck. Remy grunted his response and slid over some. Colby lifted himself up onto the tailgate of the truck and sat in silence; looking out into the cool summer morning, the dew on the trees lining the driveway caught in the early morning sun. Colby turned his gaze upon Remy, trying to figure him out. “Rem, what’s wrong?” His voice was just above a whisper.

Remy shook his head, his hands gripping the tailgate ‘till his knuckles were white. He looked away from Colby. He wasn’t sure how he was going to tell Colby what he had found or if he was going to remind him that it was his father that had killed his and taken his twin away from him. He wasn’t sure why he had came back home. He had one more thing he had to do. He hopped down from the tailgate and looked back up to Colby. Remy knew that Colby could almost read him like a book, it was part of not only their pack bond but their bond as brothers. They may not be blood brothers but they were close enough to be. “I can’t tell you yet...” Remy turned his head, wiping his forehead against his shoulder and hiding his gaze from Colby’s turquoise gaze that matched his mate’s. Remy heard Colby hop down and close the tailgate. He glanced up at Colby. Colby gave him one small nod, he reached out and squeezed Remy’s shoulder. “Be safe, brother.” Colby turned around and walked back into the house.

Remy rolled his shoulders. He hadn’t been asleep yet, and he was starting to get tired but he still hadn’t finished what he had started. He climbed into the cab of his truck and pulled the files he had placed on the dash down. He glanced over the second one he grabbed on his way back. He laid them down in the passenger seat, started his truck, and backed the large vehicle out of the garage. Driving down the road, he thought of everything he had found out. He not only found out that his father was a heartless bastard, but he found a file that held more information on Colby and Mara; and that’s where he was going now. He was going to try to right some of the things his father had done wrong.

Pulling into the driveway of the house, Remy checked the time. It was now almost noon. He had been up for over twenty-four hours and only now was he feeling it. He got out of his truck, stretched, and walked toward the front door. “It’s now or never...” He mumbled to himself.