The Shadow of Bone

Chapter 4 -

Whereas Samson had instantly lunged to his feet to attack, his smaller mate went on the defensive with a low growl. She wouldn't have recognised the face, however, from the reaction of Samson she guessed that this was no friend. Plus no wolf took kindly to others inviting themselves into their home.

Neither of them knew if Michael came lone or not, but the thought didn't even seem to cross their mind as they prowled around the intruder. This was their home, their territory, and they were hardly going to go down without a fight.

Before either of them had the opportunity to speak, to challenge the intruder. It was Michael who chose to spoke first. He stepped forward a little, hands held in the air in a sign of surrender. Though Samson wasn't stupid enough to accept it sight on, he had known this man for too many years, even if they hadn't seen each other in nearly twice as long as that. Michael Wood was a backstabber, and Samson wasn't about to give him the opportunity to.

"Samson Bone, the first person to pick  a fight. I never thought that I'd see the day where your grew a backbone, Sammy boy."

Exchanging a glance over at her mate, Lucy appeared a little taken aback by the way this stranger referred to her mate, the stranger was hardly in a position to make threats or challenges. With two wolves prepared to lunge at him given half a chance.

"Life as a loner will do that to you, Mikey." Samson growled in return, baring his all too human teeth, but they weren't likely to stay that way for much longer. "Not that you'd ever know, never dared leave the  pack house if I recall correctly."

"Times have changed, as have you. You've grown!" He almost exclaimed, the look of amusement was not missed. Neither was it acknowledged though, Samson wasn't about to admit that he was half as mad as he currently felt.

"If  I remember correctly, you were too scared of the monsters that you were certain lurked in the forests behind the packhouse." Samson said in a low tone, making direct eye contact with the stranger and not so much as blinking for even a second. Even though his eyes were beginning to dry up a little. "How ironic, that it was you who turned out to be the monster in the first place."

"You're certainly one to call the kettle black, I married one of the monsters. You were born as one."

Lucy let out a low  snarl, misunderstanding, she didn't enjoy the prospect of a stranger referring to her as a monster. An accusation she very much didn't like, but Samson caught her by the crook of the arm before she had the chance to take a swing. Even though he would have admittedly loved it if she had done.

"He's not referring to the werewolf Luce, he was born one himself. My sister would never marry anyone who wasn't born one." He explained as calmly as he could manage, which admittedly wasn't very at all.

"I'm talking about the Bone's." Interjected Michael pointedly, sniffing loudly as though to indicate his disgust.

Michael's reply didn't exactly put Lucy at ease, and she simple let out a low rumbling growl in reply. Her eyes glinting with an animalistic hint, "He's not one of them anymore, he hasn't been in a long time."

"From what I overheard, even you didn't know till a short while ago. Whose to say that's the only thing he's been lying to you about?" Michael retorted. 

By the time Samson had let go of his mate to  take a swing of his own, Lucy had already pulled half free and swung at him. Her fist colliding with his face with a satisfying crack. Taking him by surprise he staggered back a few steps but managed to regain his balance before he stumbled into one of the sofas. 

Lucy went to hit him again, but Samson stopped her. Shaking his head, one would do for now, he wanted to find out why the stranger was here before they knocked him out cold and sent him back to his parents, express mail.