Wait...What? ✔️ Book 1

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Rusty pov

"So whats your favorite color?"

I looked over at Nic. She was lying down next to me. Her eyes closed, head propped up on her laced fingers.

"I dont really have a favorite color, more like a color scheme." I replied.

She sat up, her eyes had dark blue around the middle.
"Ok then. Whats your favorite color 'scheme'?"

I chuckled. "The cold colors. Blues, purples. What about you?"

She tilted her head to the side, pursing her lips. "I like silver." She decided.

"Arent werewolves allergic to silver?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Myth!"

"What about the full moon?" I challenged.

She giggled. I added her giggle to the sounds I love. "How the hell did you humans even come up with that one?"

I shrugged.

"I like silver cause it has meaning to me." She said softly.

I decided not to push her on the subject.

"Age?" I asked.

She immediately replied. "Ill be 16 in a week."

"Real age?" I pressed. I knew that werewolves were technically immortal.

"Im legit almost 16. I was born in 2001." She said.

I sighed.

She rolled her eyes before looking back at me. "I know you have more questions."

"Yeah, and?"

"Ask away!" She gave me a smirk.

"Hmmm, ok." I thought for a moment.

"Siblings?" I asked.

"Uh..." she hesitated.

"Its ok if you dont answer." I whispered. Hanging my head slightly.

"I had a younger brother. His name was Joshua." She whispered back, her voice breaking on his name.

I rubbed her back. "You dont have to keep talking..."

"I want to!" She said. "I-i havent told anyone, you deserve to know."

I continued rubbing her back, sensing that I shouldnt say anything.

"He, he was a year younger than me. He had white-blonde hair and black eyes." She chuckled humorlessly. "To the pack he was an abomination. For white and black to be mixed like that was a sign of evil. My mom and I didnt care, we still loved him. Even though he had also been deaf. We learned sign language so we could talk. B-but our father, the Alpha of the pack, he refused to truly claim him as his son. Saying that he could never have such a weak and evil pup. But he wasnt evil. He was the sweetest thing imaginable. Until, one day Joshua had been reading one of his books, Curious George I think, and father had come home drunk. He yelled at Joshua to move. He hadnt yet learned to read lips. He kept signing to our father. Wondering what was wrong. He didnt understand what father being drunk meant... O-our f-father had thrown him. Screaming how he wasnt his son. How he was a disgrace. Of course Joshua couldnt understand him, and kept signing franctically. H-he... O-our f-father"

Tears started trickling down her face. She continued in a whisper.

"H-he beat him, th-threw him again... and I, I-i, I heard a crack. And he was gone..."

Nicole started sobbing. Tears rushing down her face.

I pulled her into my lap. She buried her head in the crook of my neck. Letting the sobs take control. I held her tightly, rubbing her back, whispering calming nothings, placing soft kisses on her head. Slowly rocking her back and forth.

She soon quieted down. She was now playing with my hair, like a small child.

I laid us down, pulling the blankets over us as her eyes drifted closed.

I smiled, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

I watched her face, peaceful in her sleep. I felt sleep steadily increasing its urge for me to join. I pulled Nic closer as I let my eyes close.

Ok! My excuse for not writing:
My dog ate it!

*sigh* no... im sorry, i have no excuse.