Peter and Paul get back before Mike, both sweating and panting after training for the whole day. They both smile sweetly at me and I smile back. Something about them makes me feel like they're spoilt daughter.
"What you making your favourite boys for dinner then?" Peter asks smirking slightly as he plonks down onto the armchair,
"You've seemed to forgot that I can't walk" I laugh slightly,
"That's what this boot is for" Paul smiles, holding up a big black boot in my direction. I smile giddily at the thought of being able to walk again, laying down like this is really starting to get on my nerves. "I googled it, and found this boot that this support your leg and make it so you can walk without applying to much pressure to it. I don't suggest you use it too often though, just now and again don't over do it." he explains as he slips it carefully over my cast making sure not to hurt me.
He helps me to my feet, my head spins for a minute but I soon get used to it, and I slowly start putting pressure on my foot. I smile as I manage to take a few steps on my stiff legs without pain but a limp.
"Thank you!" I grin, hugging on to peter taking him by surprise. It takes him a moment but he does hug me back, being careful not to hurt my healing ribs.
"Now about this dinner..." Paul smiles at us making me roll my eyes,
"Fine then" I sigh.
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"I have something for you." Peter announces at the end of our feast,
"You do?" I ask,
"Yes." Peter states, "I was thinking, you'll clearly be here tomorrow morning when the battle starts and I want to be sure you're safe or we'll be distracted during the fight. You probably won't need it because I doubt the battle will come this far south anyway and you'll be hidden away up here but just in case I thought you might need this." he admits passing me a gun, it's a lot heavy then I thought. I smile, they really do care about me.
"I love you guys" I smile, hugging them both
"We love you to" the smile, rubbing my back.
It's been a long time since I've felt this loved and cared for.
"There's one problem though..." I admit,
"What's that then?" Paul asks pulling back to look at me,
"I don't know how to use it" I smile shyly,
"That's what we're here for" Pater grins mischievously.
"We'll have you being a great shot before we have to leave tomorrow morning." Paul states confidently.
"What time do you have to leave?" I ask sadly,
"4 in the mornings, so we can get ready and proper" Peter states,
"You will be safe won't you?" I ask, feeling worry for my new friends bloom in my stomach,
"Of cause, and anyway we're not an easily defeated pack. How many times do I have to tell you? We deal this this kind of thing all the time and not once have we had any real problem." Paul reassures me,
"Just be safe" I beg,
"Yes mother" they say simultaneously while rolling their eyes,
"New give that leg some rest" Peter demands, "I'll wake you when Mike gets home and we'll teach you how to use your gun."
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I hardly sleep. I have a bad feeling in my stomach, why am I even really nervous? All I have to do is sit and wait for them to return. I clutch on to my gun in my hand, the boys did a good job teaching me how to use it.
Mike is the first one up, he's been acting weird around me and I'm not sure how to feel about it. I tell myself it's nerves but on the other hand I'm not so sure. Something tells me not to trust him and that makes me feel guilty. He saved my life and I should be more thankful.
I make the boys breakfast, a big feast to keep them energised though their fight. They eat quickly and say their goodbyes, hugging me tightly before they leave.
Mike stays back, apparently the medics aren't needed as early as the worriers are. We sit in awkward silence as I try not to think about how strange it is that he's staring at me as I fiddle around with my gun.
"You almost fucked everything up for me." he says out the blue,
"What?" I asks nervously every bit of my being telling me to run for the hills.
"I was thinking about it. I have on real reason not to kill you, you know that right?" he states emotionless, like it's nothing to him,
"What are you saying?" I ask, backing away from him and toward the door.
In the blink of an eye he's in front of me, holding me in place.
"Everyone thinks you're dead anyway. I can be the shoulder for Blake to cry on. She'll make me Beta, she'll do it for her brother's honour." he mutters to himself, "They'll all die. Just me and Blake left to pick things up, she'll trust me."
"I have a gun, remember?" I warn lightly, he chuckles and punches me hard in the face. Blood leeks down my face as I stumble back slightly.
"I'll come back for this, I want to savour this for later." he grins
The next thing I know I'm tied to a chair tightly with ropes.
"Why are you doing this?" I cry,
"Because I'm evil baby" he smirks in my face, "Paul and Peter are probably already dead you know? There's no reason for you to even try. The Greystone Pack isn't coming from the direction they thought. They have the upper hand." he grins, enjoying watching me cry
"I HATE YOU!" I scream at him
"You will." he grins, "Now, I've got to dash, see you later to finish this off" he kisses me on the forehead and heads for the door, but not before tying a tie around my mouth so I can't cry for help.
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A/N - Dun Dun Dunnnnn!
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WerewolfScarlet is a human who, like the rest of the human world, is completely unaware of the werewolf world. That is until she meets Blake, a werewolf who claims to be the shy girls mate. Both the girls have a lot to face: Rouges, vampires, their own men...
