A werewolf's life is a constant battle, but a chance to meet your soulmate eases the trials for most. Trae is happy with the mate he's given, a cute and daring girl who meets all of his expectations, but his brother Leroy... not so much. He is sure...
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No one would appreciate strangers showing up to their home without warning, I imagine, but a pair of werewolves we'd never met before trespassing on our territory (intentional or not) was . . . a little more than alarming. Leroy and I had been on our toes ever since. Shaun wanted to come over again the next day, but Leroy said he wasn't allowed, without really explaining why. Shaun tried calling him several times, and instead of telling him what was going on, he only answered the phone to say, "Just stay the fuck away," and hung up.
Ten minutes later, Shaun was at the door, and they were yelling at each other—through the door, like fucking heathens. Leroy banged his head against the wall and growled, "Go home, Shaun! This is not a hotel!"
"You're a lousy fucking soulmate," he replied.
"Just go away."
"Why?"
"It's for your own goddamn safety!"
After a few seconds, Shaun said, "Oh . . . well, you could've said so."
That's when Leroy finally opened the door. He sighed and explained in a low voice, "There are wolves in the area, okay?"
"Uh, yeah. I know. And I'd argue I'm probably safer inside than standing outside your house waiting for you to open the fucking door." He scoffed. "Not that I imagine they'd come this close to humans."
"I'm talking about werewolves, Shaun. They've got no issue coming close to humans, and they probably won't be nice about it. I don't want them to know you know us, let alone that you're my soulmate, so please just stay home for a while, okay?"
"Dude. Why not just text me 'you gotta lay low for a bit 'cause there's weres around' next time? That would've saved us a lot of trouble."
"Because Leroy is an idiot," I called from the living room.
Leroy grumbled something about getting bullied under his breath before stepping outside. I got up to see what he was doing and found Shaun frowning at my brother, who was spraying the ground. He pointed the hose at Shaun and ordered, "Move aside."
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Masking his scent," he said, threatening to wet Shaun again.
"Oh, I—okay." Shaun stepped off the lopsided pavers leading up to our house and returned to the road. "I guess I'll just . . . go then?"
"Bye."
Shaun rolled his eyes and flipped Leroy off behind his back. I tried to keep my laughter in as he got into his car. Whether Leroy noticed it or not didn't matter. He splashed his car, anyway.
"Okay," I said, "but we really have to do something about that wolf."
"Yeah, let's kill her."
I threw Leroy an unamused look. If it came to that, he could hide the body.
