Confrontation
Tomari
Class flew by quicker than I'd have liked. In fact, it seemed to be over in a blink of an eye. What was it about awaiting confrontation that made time pass at the speed of light? As the last bell rang I grabbed my things and headed out of class. Looking down the hallway I eyed the closest exit.
I could easily slip through the doors without anyone seeing me and then go home to relax. But I wouldn't. I couldn't be a coward and just run away. Yes, I was good at running alright but that didn't mean I had to.
Silently kicking myself I turned around and walked out of the doors closest to my car. It was better to get this all over with instead of dragging it out. I threw my bag into the passenger seat before cranking the engine.
*
When I got to the pack house it was a little after five. I couldn't help but admire the large villa as I got out the car. Its been a while since the last time I've laid eyes on a pack house. A wave of memories entered my head of my old pack as I entered the house.
An elderly woman, who I assumed was a maid, led me through the house after asking me a couple of questions. She was a bit shorter than me, and smelled of human. I suddenly wondered if she knew she was working with werewolves. And then I realized I didn't care enough to ask.
She didn't try to make conversation with me at which I was mostly grateful. I didn't like talking much which was why people often thought me emotionless. It wasn't that I was coldblooded. Instead it was just the simple fact that I didn't care about people enough to talk to them.
It wasn't long before we arrived in front a huge brown door located on the second floor. The maid knocked on the door. "Who is it?" said a rough voice. The maid cleared her throat and then opened the wooden door.
"Alpha James, Miss Johnston is here to see you."
So the woman did know.
Before Alpha James could tell me to, I stepped into the room. He nodded at the maid who closed the door behind me. As soon as her footsteps were no longer heard he set his eyes on me. "Have a seat."
I shook my head. "Let's just get this over with so I can go home."
His mouth tightened. "Watch your tone, rogue."
"I am not a rogue," I told Alpha James, meeting both his eyes and tone. As those words left my mouth the door opened and closed gently. I didn't have to take my eyes away from my opponent to know who had just walked into the room.
Devlyn.
For once I was glad to see him. I felt a lot better with him in the room. And a lot more comfortable. He gave his father a nod and then leaned on the wall, his arms crossed.
"Any wolf that comes into my territory without consulting me is a rogue." His voice was calm and I smiled.
"What Alpha waits six years to confront a rogue about being on claimed territory?" I crossed my arms. "Lets get this straight. I am a lone wolf. Rogues kill off packs for territory. A survivor of a pack that was killed off is a loner." My voice slowly became threatening. "Call me a rogue again." By now I was so close to him that our noses were barely touching.
Maybe if I wasn't born from a family of Alphas or if my pack wasn't killed off by rogues I wouldn't have said those things. If he was alive my father would have put me outside for a month if I ever said those things to another Alpha.
"You will watch your tone in my house, girl." Alpha James's voice was just as low and threatening. I had to admit I was surprised by his reaction. I was sure I'd out done myself with the last part and that he would surely snap my neck. My eyes never left his. Before I could come up with another retort Devlyn stepped in.
