Animalistic

18

The click of our heels ring through the empty hall way, once filled with shaking and crying loved ones, now eerily empty, like the first time I walked down it to find the Doc's room. Even the infirmary seemed silent, everyone, no matter the injury, probably got ready to attend the Last Feast, as per custom. Werewolves are nothing if not sticklers for tradition. With Audri gently held between Sav and I, we make out way through the darkened corridor to the living room, taking a small break on a couch per Audri's request as she breaths deeply, holding her side and that's when I remember she's just come out of surgery; her usual confidence and the rush of getting ready pushed those thoughts out of my head. She really shouldn't be out of bed. But then there's always tradition.

The rush of it all, pulling the Last Feast to today and the Ceremony tomorrow, it makes everything feel like it's moving by so fast. Too fast. One moment I was Jasabell Grodner, rank two from the Oblivion pack, doomed to return there after the week. But Atlas threw that narrative for a loop didn't he? Now all of a sudden I'm Jasabell Grodner, rank two with a mate who loves her, soon to be Jasabell--from--

I don't know his last name, do I? Or what pack he's from. I mean, he could always come home with me, but that would only happen if he was ranked lower than me, and I was pretty sure he wasn't a two or a one. And what about Audri? I didn't even know where she was going, if it was back home with Warren, or off to whatever pack he hails from. Alex? Had he had any luck since Thistle? Sav. I haven't even asked her if Allen and her were definitely a thing! It's all too much too fast, I can't even keep up.

"Okay, that's enough groaning for now." Audri says as she stands once again. "Remember ladies," holding her hands out for us to take, and we do, "beauty is pain."

We begin walking once again and Sav grumbles out "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well I'm beautiful and I'm in pain." Audri states simply giving her sister a serious look "Keep with the program Sav, things are moving very fast now." Sav gives another grumble, but it's drowned out as we exit the living room and come to the entryway, filled to the brim with stunning people, dressed to the nines, chatting away. A small bell in inside emanates through the open archway. "That's are cue." Everyone begins filing into the archway and into the extravagantly decorated dining room. Damn, the house staff really outdid themselves in such a short amount of time. We shuffle in as well and see Alex, sitting with three open seats next to him, in a table that 's not usually arranged as it is now. We quickly dispense Audri into the seat left of her brother where she once again holds her side and pants as Alex coos over her, giving her a squeeze as she wheezed.

"Audri?" A gloomy looking stick of a boy, with a tuxedo that seemed a bit to big for him comes rushing up out of nowhere and plants himself in the seat left of Audri, grabbing her by the shoulders as her brother let go. "Oh my god, Audri they wouldn't let me see you, I was so worried." The poor boy with his bangs in his face began to ramble incoherently.

Audri looked up at him and sighed, "What do I always tell you Warren?" she says, having regained her breath, one of her hands on his cheek.

"T-that I talk too much." He stumbles over the words.

"Mmhmm," Audri muses, smiling lightly as she stopped his next attempt to ramble by kissing him sweetly.

Though I loved to see the two lovebirds reunited, I felt as if I would puke due to the sappiness, so I had to turn away, instead looking toward Sav to see her smiling at her sister then looking into the crowd, looking for her Allen no doubt. The memory of him flirting with the small curvy girl a couple of days ago makes my stomach drop and for once, I felt a bit of doubt creep into me about Sav, and how she'll turn out tomorrow. My eyes cast back to Alex, he's just smiling at everyone around him, just happy to be here with his sisters all okay, he really is too sweet for his own good, and I'll be sad to see him go home tomorrow without a mate. He wouldn't choose a girl unless he knew she was the one as he would call it; he always was a hopeless romantic.