Behind Enemy Lines

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I trudged my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a bagel with cream cheese and munching on it as I sat at the bar.

"Morning, pumpkin," Dad walked in, kissing me on the top of my head before pouring himself a mug of steaming coffee.

Scrunching up my nose, I gagged, "How can you drink that? It smells and tastes repulsive!"

He chuckled, "Some people actually like it."

"Like me," Reyna chimed in, pouring herself a cup and downing it. I winced, that had to have burned her throat, "I'm a complete zombie if I don't have at least one cup of coffee to get me going in the morning."

Mom walked in and smiled, "Good morning everyone!"

"Morning," We all called back to her.

She gave me a pointed look, "Arleigh don't talk with food in your mouth."

"Sorry," I told her, chewed up bagel in my mouth.

Rolling her eyes, she turned around, but there was a hint of a smile to her lips.

Reyna scooted on the chair next to me and turned to dad, "So, dad, are we still on lock down?"

He nodded and my sister groaned. He raised an eyebrow, "Is that a problem?"

"I just want to do something! Can't we at least go to the pack house?" She pleaded.

I scoffed, "You just want to see Mikey!"

"So what if I do? What's wrong with wanting to be with your mate?" She pouted and I smiled. Michael and Reyna were the perfect duo-- she was crazy and obnoxious, he was calm and softspoken. They always worked so well together, there was never a time I doubted they were mates. Reyna found him at the mall on her eighteenth birthday, hence the reason she was so persistent she take me there.

Mom chimed in, "Nothing's wrong with that, dear."

My sister nodded, "See! Can I please go to the pack house?"

Sighing, dad sat there for several moments, trying to decide if it was a good idea or not. Finally, he caved, "Alright, we'll all go to the pack house. Pack a bag for a couple days, though, just to be safe."

"Yay!" Reyna squealed, dragging me up the stairs, "Go pack!"

Being shoved into my room, I rolled my eyes at my sister and grabbed a plain black book bag and stuffed several outfits in there. Adding extra toiletries, I was done and set that to the side. Brushing through my hair, I left it down in waves today and slid on a pair of black skinny jeans with a red v-neck and my black leather jacket. Sliding on my black combat boots, I smiled at my reflection. Pausing, I added the necklace my family gave me before walking back into the bathroom. Applying my usual makeup with another pop of red lipstick, I skipped down the steps.

"Someone looks edgy today," Reyna commented, smirking.

I shrugged, "Felt like the right thing to wear."

She rose an eyebrow at me, "Any particular reason?"

"Not really."

"Alright, ladies, let's get this show on the road," Dad clapped his hands together, walking past us and into the garage. My sister and I climbed into the back of the escalade, my dad driving and my mom riding shotgun.

Pulling out of the driveway, we began driving to the pack house. Suddenly stopping, I would've slammed into the back of dad's seat if I wasn't wearing a seat belt.