Tie It Up

One

RYAN BROOKHART

My eyes flutter open; turning on my side and seeing this man laying next to me. I just sit up and quickly rub my eyes hard and rubbing my temples. How much did I have to drink last night? My eyes scan the woman's body up and down. I always pick 'em good. Yes, I would have to say I am some sort of a player and go for all the hotties in the room. My best friend, Peyton Goodman, thinks I should find a nice girl and settle down like he did.

Peyton Goodman is one guy who always being romantic. It sickens me, really. He is engaged to this girl, actually my sister, Juliandra Brookhart. I am happy for them, truly but he brags too much.

Suddenly, I hear the doorbell ring.

 I slowly made my way to the door, holding my head in my hands and placing my other hand on the door knob when I made it there. I, then, turn the knob and creaks the door open noticing a familiar face standing in front of me. She was a bit blurring at first, but then my vision became clearer as my rub my eyes more. "What do you want?" leaning my head on the doorframe.

"Well, good morning to you to." Lauren being sarcastic as always. "I thought to come over and let you know that your father is coming in to town today." She begins to walk away from me.

I, of course, stops her by grabbing her arm. "Wait, how do you know this?"

"He told me to tell you and to tell you that he found a girl for you to marry." Lauren lowers her head; not looking my way.

"He--he wh-what? Found me a w--w-wife?" My voice cracks; squeezing Lauren's arm without knowing.

"I know your an Alpha and all but your hurting me...Ry." She looks back up at me with her big, brown eyes. "Let go of my arm..." She demanded me.

I quickly let go of her arm when I realized that I was holding on to her tight. "I'm sorry..." My voice trail off track; falling backwards on the couch. "This just can't be real. My father..last time I saw him, was---" Lauren cut me off.

"He left to go and find your mate..." Lauren finishes my sentence; tilting her head my way, placing a hand on my shoulder. "She is really pretty though. You should give her a chance, but---" making a clicking noise with her teeth.

"But---what, Lauren?" siting up once again with interest.

She down at her feet and mumbles, "She's a beta; Our supposedly, moral enemies."

"Excuse me? What did you say she was?" I knew what she said, but I needed a clarification that I heard her correctly and not what I think it was. I truly hated betas. They are a bunch of know-it-all, suck-ups and all they want is to use my pack as punching bag. "Don't say it's true that my father spoke with them." my eyes turn from a brown to a bright-red and my claws come out.

"Calm down, Ry---" Lauren touches my cheeks, trying to calm me down, but all I did was cut her off and run pass her and run into the forest. "RYAN!" she calls after me, but never heard her call out.

 I looks up at the night sky as I run and notice it was the full moon again and I continue to run and run further into the darkest part of the woods. I may be hangover a bit, but I am going to kill my father still and rip his own beating heart out.

LAYLA HUNTER

I wake up in the woods, naked. It was my very first full moon. My whole body was shivering from head to toe; looking around to see where I end up and I notice a body laying next to me in a pool of blood with eyes wide open. I, literally, started to scream, totally forgetting the fact that I was the one who killed the random guy. 

"Layla?" a whispers from behind a bush, making it move a little and making me turn, fast around.

"Luke?" I smile, realizing it was him. Luke is the only family that understands me and my past and always stuck by my side, through, thick and thin.

Luke takes out his jacket and wraps it around me. "You're ok.." he rubs my back.

"I'm not--" My eyes fill up with tears. "I--I--I'm a murderer.."

"We all killed before when he turned." Luke pulls me into a hug; making my head land on his chest as I cry into it. "It's normal for creatures like us, La--la." he kisses my forehead.

It always puts a smile on my face when he calls me that nickname. That will always be our nickname and if anyone calls me that other than Luke, I might --- Well you know how that will end. I snuggle into his arms, trying to get warm in his jacket.

"You're my little la-la." he smiles, hugging me tightly.

I smile and hug him tighter and turns to look at the body once more; crying harder again. "Still can believe I did that to him."

"It's alright...Let's get you home." Luke gets up; holding me, lifting me off the ground; holding me up. He manage to hold his jacket, that was around me, covering me up still.

"Thank you, Luke." smiling and holds on to his shoulders, as he walks me over to his jeep. When we made it to the jeep, he slides me into the passenger's side and shuts the door; getting in on the driver's side.

"LUKE! LOOK OUT!" I take a hold of the wheel, trying to swerve out of the way of something that wasn't a car, coming right at him. It was too late and Luke hits something, making him swerve away and hits a tree on the side of the road.

The object just got up and ran away with glowing red eyes.

"Luke...wake up!" I shake him gently and tears roll down my eyes. "Luke, don't leave me here!" I look in the back and notice some of his extra clothes, so I quickly changed out of his jacket and into a really bagging button down shirt and a pair of jean. As soon as I finish getting dress, I step out of the car, calling out for help; shaking from the cold.

Someone made a noise in a nearby bush, making me spin around. "Hello?! Anyone there? I need someone's help?"

The noise suddenly stops and I hear footsteps coming in my other direction, I quickly spin the other way, seeing a black figure near Luke's jeep, opening the door. "HEY!" I yell out, running towards the figure. "Get out of there!"

The figure grabs my brother and takes him into the woods, as fast as they could.

I start my way, running after them, but I get stop by another man in a hood; pushing me down. "BRING HIM BACK!" feeling my head, that was bleeding a bit from the push, the man did.