Tears of Blood Part II: Last of The Wilds

Ch 7: The Bonds of a Wolf

Alice sighed, "I just don't get why he has to join us though!" she whined as she helped her Aunt lift a large suitcase and place it in the back of the huge car her cousin had actually driven up in. And wasn't that a wonder, people, strangers to boot, gifted Wolfy a car!!!

Her cousin what even?

Elena huffed, and "We've had this argument, three times since the two of you stumbled home at eleven", she started a tad tersely, "I am done fighting you on this Alice! Your cousin has invited a friend with him, we are going to treat our guest with the respect he deserves, and for heaven's sakes quit pouting, there probably is a very good reason. Maybe he's hiding from the Mafia!" Elena shrugged nonchalant.

"How old are you? That makes me worry more, you know! We don't know anything about him, he could be a drug lord, or a rapist, a murderer!!!" she puffed out strangled.

"Actually I'm pretty tame when in comparison to Stiles", a voice piped up.

They both whirled around to see Thomas standing behind them, a duffel bag in one hand, and a backpack on his shoulder.

"Personally I think your brother, can kill a person, bury his body, and erase his entire existence without beating a sweat. And yet I trust him", Thomas shrugged and placing his bag in the trunk, ignoring both women, "And to top it off, you two are related to him, by all regards, I'm the one terrified here. Who knows one of you might just drink my blood for breakfast", he tossed them both a wary glance and shuddered, before making his way to the front of the car and slipping into the seat behind the driver's seat.

"Hey, hey! That's my seat!" Alice ran to the other side and climbed in.

"Eh... your loss!"

Elena rolled her eyes, "Oh Goodie! A year in small confines with three brats!!" she clapped her hands mock delighted at the prospects.

"Aunt Elena!"

"I am not a Brat!"

Alice and Thomas retorted simultaneously.

Elena raised a single brow, "Sure", she drawled, "I totally believe that", she snarked before slamming the door to the back of the SUV closed.

Elena made her way to the passenger seat, "By the way, where is that idiot nephew of mine?" she asked as she buckled her seat.

Thomas shrugged, "He muttered something about phones, sour things and wolves?" he shook his head, "And then left to go make a call", he pointed towards the edge of the parking lot, where Stiles stood, in Dark Blue Jeans, a grey tee and a black leather jacket, "He really does know how to make the girls sigh", he pointed to three girls swooning in the shadows.0

Elena snorted, "I have literally no idea where his confidence is even coming from? Any clue Alice?" she asked her niece who sat behind her already pages into a paperback novel, how she never ended up nauseous reading in a car, Elena would never understand.

"Don't look at me. For all he talks to me, he really doesn't tell me everything", she hummed, "In essence isn't that the very definition of Wolfy? He talks, but he never really talks", she pointed out.

Thomas tilted his head to the side, "Meaning?" he asked.

"You'll find out Hitcher!" and Alice went back to her novel dismissively.

"Ugh! That's worse than Tom-tom! And what's with the attitude, you liked me last night?" he wondered.

"That was before I knew you were going to join a family trip, you Gatecrasher, you!"

Thomas harrumphed, "Whatever!" he looked away angrily.

Elena sighed, "And we're off to a great start, oh just another 355 days to go", she whined. Distantly, she watched her nephew as he stood an easy confidence in his personality. The pain of what he went through, though her brother John had been intensely vague about what had happened, wasn't visible at all.