The Pura Lupus Pack [ON HOLD]

Chapter 7- Back Together

TROY'S POV

"FUUUUUCK!"

What the hell was that?

"Stacy?" I asked cautiously, going across the hall from my unit to hers on floor four.

Her door was wide open, and I found two faces I was sure she wasn't quite fond of.

Sam and Loran.

"WHY DID SHE HAVE TO CHOOSE YOU TWO TO BE MINE AND TROY'S PARTNERS? WHAT THE FUCK!" she screeched so loud that I had to cover my ears.

"Oh I'm sorry Troy, that was meant for these fuckers." She smiled sweetly and we all were confused at her bipolar attitude.

"Now go away and never talk to us again. I don't care if you are the other two Spirits. We can take care of the werewolf population by ourse-" I cut her off.

"WHAT? Why would you think that we could take care of it ourselves? And we should be happy that the other two Spirits are people we know, right? And I'm pretty sure they both feel sad about lying to you and cheating on you. Despite that, we all need to figure out how to work together. We need all four elements to make sure the werewolves stay alive. The Moon Goddess intended for this to happen. So we must put our heads together and work this out." What the fuck just came out of my mouth?

They stood with their mouths gaping.

"What the hell? How'd that come out of your mouth?" Stacy asked my own question.

"Future Alpha maybe? I have no clue." I noticed that Loran and Sam were silent the whole time.

"I agree with Troy. I think we should settle this argument by apologizing. So, I'm sorry Stacy. Even though I'm not your bestfriend, you'll always be mine." Loran said sincerely.

"I'm also really sorry too, Stacy. I hope we could restart with a clean slate." And did Sam.

Stacy's face was scrunched up like she was thinking. "Omigoddess. Okay. Fine. We're all okay and we can go to Georgina together. Now tell us what's really on your mind, Loran, I can feel it. Oh Troy, remind me to tell Georgina that I can sense people's moods on Monday." Yay! I did a happy dance because she agreed with me, and she got a new power.

"Okay, you might be great at a lot of things, but dancing is not one of them." Stacy smiled and came over to me, motioning for all of us to sit down on two white couches across from each other with a glass coffee table in the middle and a blue fuzzy rug under it.

"Macy!" she snapped her fingers and a maid came over to us. She looked around 30 and had shoulder length blonde hair with a brown underside and dark brown, almost black, eyes.

"Yes, Miss Keller?" she asked.

"Can you please get us a beverage of our choice each?"she smiled sweetly.

"Yes, Miss Keller." She was about to get her notepad when Stacy stopped her.

"Please, call me Stacy." That. Is. Adorable.

Macy nodded her head and repeated,"Stacy." She then grabbed her notebook and proceeded to take orders.

"And what would Pretty Eyes like?" she looked at me.

"What about, since it's Autumn, a regular, not decaf, coffee with vanilla creamer. But, the trick is, I want the vanilla creamer as a design as like a leaf or something. Oh, and whipped cream. No, the whipped cream should be the design. Actually, do whatever you have to do to make the coffee like that please." Stacy shook her head, obviously embarrassed by my order.