The picture is of Kyla.
I sprinted up the stairs to my bedroom, not happily. When I opened the door Kyla and Bess sat on my bed playing with some Barbie dolls. I shut the door and ran over to Bess and hugged her as I began to cry. "Val, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Bess asked concerned.
"Tate, he- he- told me I had to pack my things and leave by morning." I choked out.
"But- but- he just can't do that? That's not fair!" She exclaimed. "I'm coming with you, that is my final decision."
"But Bess-"
"Don't you 'but Bess' me, Valterra. I am coming with you."
"Why? Earlier I thought you where mad at me?"
"Pft, we're best friends Valterra. Why would I stay mad at my best friend?"
"You always give the bestest speeches, you know that." I said looking up into her eyes.
"Why wouldn't I know that, bestie." We hugged again, but got interrupted by Kyla.
"Shouldn't you both start packing then?" The little girl asked.
"Such a silly little question, Kyla." I said bopping her little nose. I snapped my fingers and everything except for my bed and pillows disappeared into a big black suitcase. "There done."
"What about my stuff?" Bess asked.
"I'll do that later I need to rest, that made me tired."
"Sure it did." She mumbled.
"Well it did." I said exasperated.
"Whatever." She said rolling her eyes.
"Can you please stop arguing." Kyla stated as she stood up from the bed. "Someone needs to bring me back to my pack." She crossed her little arms.
"Can't you teleport?" Asked Bess.
"No, not yet. Tadashi says not until I am older."
"Oh, well I'll go grab Parker. Maybe he'll take you back, okay?"
"Okay dokay, Bessie." Kyla replied as she sat back down and picked up a Barbie doll.
YOU ARE READING
To Kill an Alpha
Werewolf~Valterra Bee is a fighting machine. Derek Blake is here to do great. Here and there and everywhere. They seem to be seen. But one mystery is that they are not to be. Disrupts and debates are just two in the game. But watch your back or else you won...
