Burn Me.

2. EMILY

It wasn't the sort of reunion Emily expected.  Perhaps she should've been prepared for it, should have approximated the noise level based on Ally's natural born personality. Or perhaps she should have anticipated the range of colourful screeches, and unbalanced emotions that would've crept out from beneath the close family ties that Ally probably had.  Maybe, Emily really should have realized that if Ally of all people had run from the house due to proclaimed craziness of her family, that there was probably some basic truths to that.  Craziness from a crazy persons mouth usually spelt out psychotic. 

Lot's and lot's of psychotic.

Like, beyond Einstein's capability of understanding.

Yeah.  That kind of psychotic.

The screams had originally yanked her down from her cloud of pondering, and her brother's following growl yanked her straight out of her room and sent her flying down the stairs.  It probably wouldn't be good if Luke killed his fiancee's parents.  That's not exactly the perfect wedding present.

It could cause problems.

Though, if Emily's parents ever emitted noises like the ones she was hearing, she wouldn't blame the guy.  

She rounded the final few steps, slid her toes from the slick oak panelling, and turned to follow the somewhat subdued noise into the living room.  Judging by the fact that her eardrums were no longer bordering on death, someone had likely beaten her to the scene - potentially a crime filled one- and was attempting to calm the horde.  

Jokes on them though, trying to calm a bunch of werewolves was like letting a puppy try to herd sheep.  They were more likely to be trampled BEFORE they could accomplish anything, despite how eager they may be.

The last thing she heard as she made the final step into the madness, was the soft scuttle of footsteps following behind her.  Probably just Nick, watching over her, the same way he had been for god knows how many years.

Yes, she knew is she simply took one deep inhale of his scent, she would be able to verify that he was stalking her.

No, she would not let herself be invested enough to do so.  She had spent at least three years pretending she wasn't attracted to the large, puppy like Beta wolf.  She was not going to slip up now.

Talk about adding madness to an already maddening situation.

***

The living room had probably seen more relaxed company.  Then again, it was also often visited by much more... sane company. 

A tall man, with shaggy black hair that was graying around the temples, perched on the arm of what was -usually- considered to be her brothers favourite chair.  Judging by the way that the lanky Alpha was standing rigid far across the room from the man; however, likely meant that he had more things to worry about than the demise of a once very important possession. 

If Emily had known that all it took was bringing a father -albeit, a slightly intimidating one, who had just found out Luke had touched his daughter in many, many ways no father wants to be aware of- to the home to have him relinquish the large red cushy, potentially damn good reading chair, she would have done it ages ago.

She could have pondered this further, and she probably would have, if at the exact moment her toes crossed the threshold, her brothers eyes hadn't fixed onto hers with a look of absolute despair.

It would have been funny -hilarious even- if it were not so absolutely pathetic.

"Tea, anyone?" Emily asked, sweeping into the room like the most gracious of hosts.  It gave her the chance to further survey the situation.