Triple Trouble

F o u r

Noah's POV

I woke up to hearing motorcycles and a car in front of the pack house. What the fuck? I saw three motorcycles, to be honest I don't know much about motorcycles or shit but I could tell just by looking that those motorcycles were damn expensive. The riders were wearing all black but I can't see their faces because of their helmets.

After a few seconds of observing, I was ready to attack if they ever pose any threat to the pack but suddenly, my mom and dad got out of the car. That's when I remembered that there were gonna be new members of the pack.

The fuck are they doing arriving so early in the morning? I ask myself. I study the three mysterious figures that just arrived. From the looks of it they were all men maybe in their teens they still had their helmet on so I wouldn't actually know the two were buff but one was quite small, feminine if you ask me. Then ohh so suddenly the one I was staring at looks up at me through my window as if he felt that I was staring at him. I didn't show any reaction and just stare. I smirk at him to show that I wasn't intimidated at all, as if I was taunting him. I could almost feel his glare at me through his helmet. Seconds pass but it felt like minutes with our staring competition there was just this unsettling feeling about this figure that I can't put a finger on. Suddenly he makes a move to removing his helmet. To my utter shock brown ringlets fall from the helmet and now I'm stating at icy blue eyes that could freeze the sun. He was actually a her well damn.