Caged

▪▪Chapter Four▪▪

Chapter Four

Xavier

(Couldn't resist mwahahaha)

My car was not where I usually left it.

"Flora," I growled. "She will pay."

I stalked to the garage, where she usually parked it after taking my prize possesion for a joyride.

There my car was, unharmed, sitting in the garage.

I will find you. I mind-linked her. And I will kill you.

She didn't reply.

I barged into the house, running up the stairs to her room.

There was more than one voice in there. Another werewolf. A female. She smelled like tropic fruit, exotic and different and--

Whoa, buddy, calm your jets. I reminded myself.

"Did you drive my--" I stopped as I stepped into the doorway.

Flora was on her bed, her red hair wild, a hairbrush at her lips, and she was singing off key to some song, and a girl was looking at her.

The girl...she was beautiful. She had long light-brown hair that trailed down to her stomach. She was wearing a white tank top, and had on a red belt, bracelet, and sunglasses.

She was singing. It was gorgeous.

The wolf inside of me said, Mate. That is our mate.

Thanks, I got that.

Just checking.

Flora said, "Oh hell no."

I continued to stare at my mate's face.

"I'm so getting kicked out for this," she said, and she pushed me out the door as she said, "C'mon."

"What the hell?" I demanded. "That was my mate, let me go back inside."

"She doesn't know anything about werewolves!" Flora said. "She'll say your crazy!"

I gave her a look. "She's gotta be my age. Hasn't she shifted?" I asked.

She shook her head, "From what I can tell, someone bound her wolf."

"Bound her wolf?"

Don't get any ideas about me, my wolf said.

Flora nodded. "But I can feel her conflict. It's quite odd. She'll retreat into herself, kind of like when we're mind-linking, and then she'll snap out of it. I think her wolf is breaking free."

"So what you're saying is that my mate doesn't know she's a werewolf, she hasn't shifted, hasn't been marked, and everyone knows about her except herself." I ran my fingers through my hair. "You know how dangerous that is? Anyone--rogues even-- could come up and--"

"We're telling her. At the party. She should come, and we should tell her before she shifts for the first time." Flora suggested.

"What's her name?" I asked.

Flora smiled. "Chelsea Carter, but everyone calls her Carter."

"That's Chelsea Carter? The Chelsea Carter my beta keeps talking about?" I asked. Grant wouldn't shut up about her. He'd better stop now.

Flora nodded. "They're in a band together. And you're not alpha yet, mister."

"Fine, a week, yes, don't remind me. Dad's been putting pressure on me all week. 'I don't have to step down if you don't want,'"