No Love Allowed

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Decline’s Super Market

The sound of Derek’s phone ringing on top of Peter’s dresser woke them both up. “Get the damn phone, yo!” Peter yelled when the noise continued to ring, waking him up. When his best friend didn’t move, he smacked him with the pillow continuously until he groaned.

“Stop—” he was saying before the pillow collided with his head, making him fall back. Before they knew it, a pillow fight had started as soon as Derek grabbed one, hitting Peter in the leg. They continued to fight, letting their emotions kick in too much from having all the fun.

Derek took of the shorts he was wearing, revealing his body. He bared his incisors, indicating he wanted to fight in his born form. Peter took this as his cue to hit Derek’s face with the pillow once more, making a big mistake.

The pillow hit the front teeth and the cotton ripped, letting all the feathers fly throughout the room. He stripped of his shorts and ran out his room, downstairs and into the front yard.

Derek followed suit, right on his best friend’s tail. They ended up about two feet into the front yard before they shifted, laughing at each other’s pain.

Snarling and growling, they fought and moved around, having fun like the inner pups they were.

“Derek!” his mother came outside, smiling. She enjoyed when her son was happy, she loved seeing him in such a good state.

“Hmmmph, Yes ma?” he answered, pushing Peter back when he was biting at his hind legs.

“Get inside and wash these dishes… You know it’s your weekend!”

“Mommmmmmmy! It’s eight oclock in the morning…”

“You better go, boy.” Peter whispered so only they can hear.

“Fine, get off me.”

Inside the house, while washing the dishes, his little cousin came in and asked him a question. “Why is Auntie Dana always crying at night?”

Derek winced at this, having unwanted memories in his head. “She’s in pain, Joshua." Was his reply, rinsing off the plate before placing it in the dish dryer.

“She hurt?” Joshua couldn’t help it; it was sad seeing his auntie in pain and not being able to help.

“Yes…” an image of his mom crying and wailing out that day they were in the basement, hiding from and out of harm’s way floated in his head.

“Shh, Derek… Please stop crying. Everything’s gonna be okay. Don’t cry… Daddy’s coming back.” His mom whispered, cooing in his ear. They were in the basement while David, their father and husband was outside, fighting for his life.

A gun shot went off, and Dana’s head shot up. A tear went down her face out of fear of the unknown. “M-Mom… What’s happening?” Fifteen year old Derek asked his mom, cradling his now broken arm.

He had fallen when the war started between his pack and Dexonian. A pack from up north, vicious and demanding; wanting nothing but another man’s blood as their victory, proving that they were the best wolf pack above all.

“Shh, everything’s gonna be alright. It’s gonna alright.” She said more so to herself than him. She tried to get her mind off everything when and started to tend to her son’s injuries. “Does it hurt, honey?” she asked, putting pressure to his arm. The blood was coming out fast; she ripped off her clothes and shifted into her werewolf.