Lunar Clock

~ Chapter 25: Meet & Greet ~

CPOV

After the whole thing was settled out, and a few names were shared we all went on our way to our rooms. But to not seem rude, I slept in Tori's room with her, and Derek and Simon offered to take the couch. When I woke up that morning, I was almost shocked to see Derek curled up on the floor with a blanket, Simon snoozing comfortably on the sofa. That's just like him, I thought with a smile eyeing his relaxed face. He could be so selfless sometimes, but even I knew that the two of them were not capable of being able to rest on that small couch with both of them on it, so as soon as Simon nodded off, Derek must have laid him out on the rest of the couch and took to the floor. What a good brother, Simon is lucky to have someone like him to watch out for him.

Then I froze. Simon is all Derek has left, the last remaining member of his pack for now. Is that just a natural instinct werewolves have towards their pack members, or is it something more?

..."He kind of is my brother, not hereditarily of anything, but he is from my pack. That makes him family; it's an unwritten rule to look after our own."...

Family huh? I knelt down quietly and stared at Derek's closed eyes, which were partially covered by a sheet of jet black hair, I realised how cheerful his face could look when he was not concise of the real world. How un-scrunched and unstressed it could be, how handsome it ...

I shot back up and made my way to the kitchen, I was the first to rise and that was probably it yes, I'm just tired, that's what it is... yes. Right?

I fiddled around in the nook, hovering my hands around the Kitchen cabinets trying to figure the lay out, getting a grasp on the order of the food inside, but mostly thinking what in hell was I going to eat? I tapped my finger against the door when I glanced over to the fridge and decided to go take a look.

I filtered out my only options, a welcome pie... another welcome pie... a_ welcome pie? Then I knelt down to the bottom rack. ...And one mouldy can of beans... yum.

"We usually order take out," I heard come from behind me, I jumped up and bumped into someone tall and lean. It was the middle werewolf... what was it Adrian... Alvin?

"Um, sorry." I squeaked, ticked off that I was being so jumpy.

"It's okay," he said as he leaned around me- I smelt the scent of werewolf - and grabbed one of the welcome pies. Then he retreated to the counter where he didn't grab a plate, but a fork. Was he going to attempt to eat the whole thing? "I should be the one to apologize, we order take out a lot because we know next to nothing of how to cook so we don't have much food in the house." Then he stabbed the center of the pie and pulled up a big chunk. That's when I realised it was a blueberry pie, simply cause that was what was now all over his face. He must of seen me staring because a second after, he reached up and wiped his face off with the back of his hand.

"You're that Chloe girl right?" I nodded, bending back into the fridge, not really looking for something to eat, but more, to buy me time. It was quiet for a moment then I heard the drop of something hit the floor, followed by a murmur of profanity.

"Crap, can you hand me a paper towel!" he asked, jabbing the pie back onto the counter. I turned and found the towels and pulled him off a piece. He wiped up the mess, leaving a little smear of blueberry then three pointer shot it into the garbage can. We stood there for a bit, him fussing with his pie, and me scouring the cabinet.

"You don't talk very much do you?"

"I'm normally very quiet."

"Is that so?" then he crumpled the empty aluminum dish into a ball and three pointed it again.