Super Wolf

Chapter 13

I awoke up to a load bang. Instantly, I'm on my feet crouched in a position ready to attack. When the lights go on,and I see a broad shouldered man standing in my doorway, I don't think; I punch. 

Using a double jab powered from the elbow to momentarilly surpise him, I used his pause to take the time to spin into a kick to his side, my momentum knocking him over into the wall. I'm so entranced in my protective mode, I barely hear him calling "Brinley, stop! Geez, ow!" Just as I was about to kick him in the stomach when I realize the intruder is no threat to me; just my brother, Hayden. 

"You're psycho," he mutters, wincing as he grips his side. I almost snort; I hadn't kicked him that hard. 

"What do you want?" I say, never the one to beat around the bush. 

"You know, Brinley, you should be acting a little nicer to me. Considering what I've gone through for you, and all," he says grumpily, still nursing his wounds. I roll my eyes. 

"And what exactly did you have to 'go through,' you poor, tortured soul," I say sarcastically, as he pushes himself up the wall until he is standing again. 

"Oh, you know, nothing too major, except for the giant lunatics that kidnapped me and insisted I give them information on you. One of them tasered me in my abdomen, for Pete's sake," he growls, and I snarl back. Not that he didn't have a point, it was just a dominance thing. 

"Which you willingly gave away, thanks for nothing," I say, crossing my arms. He narrows his eyes on me. 

"Who are those people anyway?" he says, and I keep my poker face. After my sister, gangs were a touchy subject for us, to stay the least. Despite all the dysfunctional and rocky relationships in my family, I had no doubt that my affiliation with any of those scumbag people would be be contested by my brother. 

"No one of your concern, but should you know, it was just these guys who I cut off on my bike. Talk about road rage... but me and them have worked it out, so-"

"So, they got pissed, kidnapped your brother, and tased him only to learn about your nonexsistant pack and the school that you go to? As a soon to be alpha, I'm not going to be that easy to lie to," Hayden says, crossing his arms. I snarl at him. 

"I hope you're not calling me a liar," I warned. He rolled his eyes, and his bravado was starting to concern me. Most people I dealt with were terrified of me, but Hayden knew that I would never actually hurt him, other than a few bruises (which our wolfhood would heal in a matter of hours at the maximum). 

"They mentioned a mate, Brinley," he says, staring me down. 

"Whose?" I ask, silently cursing Clay and Brody in my head. 

"Yours." And then he snorts and shakes his head, clearly angered by the lack of information I provided him with. "And you know what, if you won't give me answers, I'll just have to get them myself." 

"Just stay out of this, Hayden," I warn, and he just rubs the blonde scruff on his jaw which he needed to shave. 

"Whatever," he says, slamming my door as he leaves. I can't help but wonder why he cared so much, considering our less-than-affectionate relationship. 

Growling, I grab a brush off of my dresser and chuck it at the opposite wall, not even caring if my parents were to wake at this point. Because now, not only did I have to deal with a possessive alpha mate, the beautiful Bethany Monaco who I found myself hating for no apparent reason, and Dr. King's hefty payment, but now I'd have to be protecting my stupid brother, who was sure to get himself into some sort of  trouble.