Crescent (Under Major Rewrite!)

Chapter 2

Things begin to fall into routine after the first week. Wake up at six, get dressed, eat whatever breakfast Adam makes us, hop in the truck bed, go to school, ride home, do homework while eating dinner, change into some of the plethora of workout clothes I now have courtesy of Nate's mother Helen, stretch in my room, go down to training, and finish the day with a shower and a conversation with Wolf before bed then rinse and repeat.

I look at my naked body in the full length mirror on my bedroom door. My muffin top is disappearing slowly but surely and the muscles in my biceps are toning up and tightening the skin that once stretched down. My legs never looked better traveling up to my firming butt and toned back. For the first time in my life, I'm proud of my body. My boobs even look better above my soon to be flat stomach. I haven't cut my hair in a while so it falls in dark chocolate waves a little past my shoulder blades, the longer layers not framing my face as well as they used to. I should get it cut soon.

There's a hard knock on my door and I run to my robe hanging off my bed to cover my body. Matt opens the door, peeking his head in. He's benefited from training as well, his arms and chest are broader and I'm pretty sure he's hiding a six pack under those baseball tees he wears. Not that I have the urge to see it, I consider him and Nate just like Greg and Jordan. My four older brothers. We've all come such a long way in a week. He grins at me. "Hey, sis. We're having a pack meeting downstairs in a few minutes."

"Really? Why?" I sit on the edge of my bed mentally repressing the possible disasters that could cause a pack meeting.

"It's actually a family dinner disguised as a pack meeting. Adam is cooking and Helen is joining us. Can you be ready in ten minutes?"

I laugh a little, "I'll be ready in five." Smiling, he leaves me to change. I pull out a simple blue lace dress from my closet with a cinched waist that falls just above my knee and some black ballet flats. I wasn't sure if family dinners were something to dress up for, but I've been looking for an excuse to wear the dress since Helen bought it for me. Now seems like the perfect time.

I walk down to the main level and see Greg setting plates on the large dining room table we have never sat at. He doesn't look up until I clear my throat, "Pack meeting over dinner tonight." He says simply. My brother, a man of few words.

I nod and move to help him set the table when he waves me off, "Adam and Nate probably need help in the kitchen, I can do this on my own." He's been this way since dad left, all distant and self accomplishing every task. He tried to move his furniture around in his room without asking for help and a wardrobe would have flattened him had Jordan not walked by his open door. At the end of it, Greg didn't even say thank you to his twin, just sulked in his room until training where he punched the life out of a bag.

Jordan doesn't see why he's being pushed away and takes it personally. If this keeps going on things are going to explode between them. They used to be on the exact same wavelength all the time, having almost telepathic conversations and feeling when the other was in pain. Just another thing that's changed since dad left.

I shake off my psychoanalysis of my brothers and look for Adam or Nate in the chef style kitchen. Honestly, besides my room, it's my favorite part of the house. I circle the large island searching for a head of black hair from father or son. Nate pops out from a cabinet with a pot which he fills with water and puts it on the hot stove, "Need any help?"

He shakes his head, fully concentrated on the boiling water. "No, go help Jordan. He's in the media room."

I sigh internally and walk to the living room. Jordan is playing a videogame or watching a sports game. Something to do with a game that involves very little movement on his part. He doesn't need help, but Nate wants me out of the way to focus on the very exciting boiling water.