The Badass Moon Queen

Chapter 7: Ice Cream First, Okay?

Chapter 7: Ice Cream First, Okay?

I woke up at 7am. It's too early for me but I'm just staying here in Danny's house so I have to cooperate somehow. I made my way down to the kitchen and was surprised when I saw Danny there, already setting up the food for our breakfast.

"Good morning  Hazen. Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Danny. Yes, when you left me last night, the bed called me and I quickly answered." He laughed and motioned me to sit.

We ate in silence because.. what? What will I say? That a certain 'No One' entered his room last night? Oh gosh, no way. I think I can still handle the situation.

"After dinner, we'll go patrolling and we'll check your RV." Danny cut the silence and I quickly turned my attention to him.

"Can I come?"

"No. Sorry but the patrolling is too dangerous. And there's a possibility that the rogues who ruined your RV's still out there."

"But I want to."

"I'm sorry but I have to. I hope you understand." Danny held and squeeze my hand. I really want to go but if Danny says it's too dangerous --though I like danger-- then I'll stay here. I nodded in reply.

"You're making me guilty."

"What?" I stared at him in confusion.

"I know you really want to go. It's written in your beautiful face. I'm so sorry but it's for your safety."

"Oh, don't be silly. I truly understand you." I smiled and squeezed his hand to reassure him it's okay.

"What do you want? I'll do anything just to make it up to you."

"Nothing. Wait, ice cream will do."

"Ice cream?" I nodded then he ran to the kitchen. When he came back, he got a tab of chocolate ice cream. He gave it to me and I started eating it. I offered him some but he just shook and stare at me. I ignore his gaze then he decided to take the dishes to the sink.

"Okay. But one more thing." I stood up and sat in a stool next to the kitchen counter. I leaned forward and crossed my arms.

"What is it?" He asked while washing the plates.

"Do you know any werewolves with black fur?" He stopped washing dishes and in an instant, he appeared in my left side and held my shoulders with his hands. "Whoa! That's so fast."

"Did you see any black wolf?" I looked at him and I saw shock, concern, and scared etched in his face. I don't know but he still looks cute with that expressions but if it's other people, they'll look constipated.

"No. Why?" Sorry God for lying.

"Are you sure?" He didn't look convinced.

"Yeah. What's with the black furred wolf? Wait. Were they the rogues?" I don't like the idea that the black wolf was the mastermind of the ones who shredded my RV.

"No. They're not rogues." Phew! Thank God. Then he continued. "They're the Kings. They are the most powerful werewolves and since all the white wolves died, they reigned as the leader of all packs, including my pack. They have black fur, it's said that it's like their soul because of their ruthlessness. But despite that, they're mostly respected because they made werewolves live peacefully after the great depression."

"Great depression?"

"The death of all white werewolves. Now, the King's only son is the new Alpha. No one has ever seen him in his wolf form. But it is said that his fur's the blackest compared to other Kings."