~BOOK 2~ Paranormal: A Lycan's Fearful Past (Multi-Bandom FanFic)

Chapter 4 - Pete

I walked in through the front door from feeding in the town.

Yeah, I knew we weren't supposed to drink from residents or anyone from the town, but Lady-Bitch-A-Lot wasn't there to stop me.  I hoped she'd never come back. Honestly, it wouldn't be the worse thing in the world if she didn't come back. In fact, it'd be perfect for what I've wanted to for a long time. If it were up to me, Kenya would never come back. And if she did, she'd be coming back to a completely different place, with werewolves where they're truly meant to be, on a leash.

I slammed the door behind me and tossed my coat on the rack.

Just then, I heard a noise come in the back of the house. It sounded like someone was robbing or rummaging through the library. I walked back there quietly, not wanting the intruder to know I was present.

Prepared to attack, I jumped into the doorway, only to find Rachael, walking across the room, going from one bookshelf to another. I relaxed and proceeded through the doors to the library with ease. She was throwing book after book behind her.

I walked up right next to her and asked, "Whatcha doin?" She squealed and dropped the four books she had in her hand. I chuckled because it was always a pleasure scaring the shit out of her. Rachael glared at me and then knelt down to pick up the books.

"I'm just looking for a book," She answered my question, searching them over and, from the disappointed look on her face, I got that the set of books was not what she needed. She stood up and turned around, placing the books on a stool and picking out a new set. I joined her side and began to do the same.

"What book are you looking for?"

"My mother's grimoire," She replied, throwing those books aside, "It was bestowed to me when she died and I forgot where I put it."

"Why are you looking for it?" I copied her actions by tossing the books wherever, and continued my search.

"No reason in particular," She murmured, walking away from me and going to another bookshelf.

She didn't have to tell me why, I didn't even know why I asked .I already knew. Rachael was searching for the book because she wanted to find Kenya. I just didn't get it, how could she still be so loyal to that mutt. I mean, it took her forever to trust four (mostly) innocent vampires. But she put her trust into a good-for-nothing, always-brings-trouble werewolf the minute she saw her.

"Can I ask you something?" I followed her.

"Well I have a feeling if I say no you're still going to ask me, so-"

"Why do you care so much about finding her?" I cut her off before she could begin to ramble. Rachael glanced over at me with a confused expression. "I know Kenya's your best friend and all...but why look for someone you barely know anything about?" She continued to reach for the next piece of literature but slowed her movement as I inquired, "How are you okay with being friends with a werewolf? You didn't know until a month ago!" I protested.

"I did know...sort of..."

"Sort of?"

Rachael didn't know Kenya at all. How could she? The guys and I knew her long before Rachael, and she didn't understand what kind of monster Kenya was. We thought Rachael was a monster? She was nothing compared to Kenya.

"I just knew there was something different about her, okay?" She elaborated, "Hey, can you pick me up? I think it's up there."

"Why don't you just snap your fingers and make it appear in your hand?" I sassed back.

She glared at me, "Stop being an ass and just pick me up, Pete."

I rolled my eyes and walked behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her up. She grasped the book and pulled it out. I set her back down. She flipped through it quickly and sighed. It wasn't the book.