Cry Wolf

Chapter Ten - The Kiss

The Kiss

Liam's cold glare meets Roland's. The two stare at each other in silence, yet I can't help feeling there is a conversation going on between them. After a moment Roland nods and Liam releases him from his icy gaze.

"Good morning everyone," Liam greets us all.

Both Samuel and Roland stand, bowing their heads briefly in what I assume is a sign of respect. I continue to sit, glaring at Liam and shoveling a large bite of syrupy waffle into my mouth.

Scowling at me Liam walks to the head of the table and takes a seat. "From now on, Abigail, you sit beside me."

"Why?" I ask stubbornly.

"Because that is where you belong," Liam answers curtly, picking up a plate and dishing himself food.

"According to you," I grumble.

The twins exchange a look, a mischievous gleam in their eyes, before re-taking their seats just as Jin enters. He doesn't so much as acknowledge there are other people in the room, piling food on his plate and eating in silence at the other end of the table.

I'm surrounded by weirdos.

You should feel at home then.

Good point.

"How's your neck?" Liam inquires gruffly, drawing my attention. His eyes are fixed intensely on my mark.

Feeling self-conscious I take my hair and pull it over my neck. "It's fine."

Liam's eyes narrow with clear irritation. I meet his gaze defiantly. "I see," he finally states tightly.

I decide to ignore his obvious attitude. Instead I ask carefully, "Since my door was unlocked I assume this means I can leave?"

"No, you can't," Liam answers, looking me straight in the eyes. His gaze is piercing and I find myself squirming in my seat.

Damn it. Obviously, there is no escaping. I just have to accept that this is my home now.

We belong here.

At least until Liam's wolf grows bored of me.

He will not.

What does that mean?

We are his mate. He will never let us go.

Liam seems to disagree.

He denies his wolf. But not for long.

A trickle of fear creeps down my spine. I don't like what my wolf is insinuating and frankly the memory of Liam's wolf frightens me. I don't know if I will ever forgive his wolf for binding me to them against my will.

Not wanting to dwell on my fears I decide to switch topics. "Isn't this a big house for just the four of you?" My tone is tinged with anger but I can't keep the bite from my voice.

"The rest of the pack are still moving," Liam replies. "The force squad will live here. The rest will find homes in town."

"How many?" I ask around a bite a sausage.

"The Shadow Pack has thirty members."

I perk up at that, generally curious. "Is that a lot?"

Pouring himself a glass of water Liam shakes his head. "Actually no, we're one of the smaller packs."

I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing. "Why are you called the Shadow Pack?" The three of them exchange looks, Roland and Samuel with strange smiles on their faces.