Alpha's Little Girl (Sequel to "Alpha's Little Luna") ~ slowly working on it

Chapter 8

*  Evaline *

          Something weird is defiantly going on at this school. Something with that Chris boy, I don't know what, but my gut feeling is strong he has something to do with everything. My thoughts have been racing ever since I heard that conversation. There is a terrible feeling in my gut that I cannot shake.

Is it about Chris? or the conversation? or the fact that there is a murder running around and killing my friends and schoolmates? Probably all 3.  My gut is burning with this feeling and my heart is hurting, something is coming I know it is.

I sigh deeply and fix myself in the mirror. I wore a blue and white stripped pajama shirt with a pair of dark pajama pants, my hair tied in a sock bun in the middle of the back of my head. Today is a lazy day for me, well night.

Tonight is Saturday night, it is also family movie night. I am making my dad sit down with me and the people closest to me and watch movies and relax till we all pass out. together. Like a family.

I walk downstairs and see everyone but my dad in the living room. Micheal, Rebeccah, and uncle Mason are under the fort that we built earlier.

I smile at everyone and wave, sighing as my dad still doesn't show. If he isn't in this room in about 5.3 seconds I will find him and attack him.

Finally after about 5 more minutes of impatiently waiting for him I roll my eyes. "Dad!" I call out loudly, and stomp towards his office rolling my eyes as he's still sitting in his chair. "Dad, get up! movie time." I say and tug on my dads arm.

In reply I earn a groan and a sigh, I clearly notice my dad roll his eyes before getting up. He mumbles and grumbles under his breath, causing me to roll my eyes and run back to the living room.

A grin seeps onto my face as my dad walks in. Feeling accomplished, I happily jump - not literally - into our homemade fort.

Again my dad grumbles under his breath and sits on the right side of Adam, while his mate sat on the left of him. I sat next to mason and beccah, then on the loveseat sat uncle Tristen and Chloe - his mate - then we all got comfortable. Suddenly my dad spoke up, 'we aren't watching anything that has love in it, no chick flicks, no sad or sappy shit. if I'm going to be here we are watching a horror or something gory." He said sternly.

I frowned at that, I hate horror flims. and gory movies they give me nightmares. Rebeccah looked at me with the same frown expression. But when I looked at Michael, a smirk slowly spread across his face.

Michael smirked and chuckled lightly, "what about fifty shades of grey? I think we could all use some sexy love in our lives." he said smirking and looking over at me. Michael flashed me a joking wink, and bit his lip.

"defiantly not, that's a love story and it is way to sexual for my daughter. No never.'' My dad said glaring hard at Michael. Michael raised his hands up in defense.

"what about a comedy?" Maria suggested, trying to lighten the mood between everyone. Especially my dad and her son. Plus she probably didn't want to watch a horror either.

My aunt Maria was way to much of a girly girl to like scary movies. She liked fashion, shopping, dresses and stuff like that.

"fine but nothing cheesy.' my dad grumbled causing me to grin and crawl out of the fort.

I smiled with a good idea. I move and get up going over to my dad.

"What about mean girls?!" I suggest with a grin. Of course, Maria and Rebbecah agree with me. My dad does not, but before he has the chance to protest I move and sit on his lap. I shoot him my best puppy eyes and stick out my bottom lip.

My dad sighs and agrees, he puts on mean girls and I scoot so I'm sitting next to him. The movie starts to play and my dad crosses his arms.

I roll my eyes at how easily annoyed my dad can get. But I couldn't help but think, maybe he'd be different if mom was still here.

The movie was close to the end, I looked over at my dad. He was wide awake, as was I. But Rebbecah had passed out, and so had Maria.

"So how is the investigation going?" I ask my dad in a whisper voice, seeing his bored state. My dad tensed a bit at the question, then looked at me.

My dad let out a sigh, "well..." he started, "I have nothing. I smell nothing fishy and I've investigated nearly the whole pack by now."

"What If they aren't from the pack." I suggest.

"That's a possibility but I have no leads to know where to start looking." He said as I yawned nodding.

And until I fell asleep that night all I could think about was all the crazy stuff that was going on lately.

Should I just tell my dad everything?