Pack Warrior [EDITING]

Chapter 5

The rest of the day seemed to drag on. Lisa didn't speak much during English or Maths, which meant I was very bored. When the final bell did ring, I leapt out of my seat and partically flew towards the door.

I waited for Lisa outside the classroom as she packed up slowly. Once we were both out in the hallway, I stuck close to her side as we made our way to my car. It seemed to take forever with the silence.

As we climbed into the car, I turned on the radio, filling the awkward silence with music. Just as I was driving out of the school, our favourite song came on. I turned to her, smirking. 

I saw a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. Slowly I turned it up, until she was properly smiling. Then we both started singing and giggling as we drove to the pack house.

Our pack wasn't massive, made up of a few hundred members. But the pack house was huge, able to house everyone, but some mated couples choose to move to their own house. 

I, like all the other teenagers, had moved into the pack house when I had first shifted. The adults thought it was better to keep us all together. Easier to train.

The pack house was around six storeys high, with the kitchen, living room, dining room, game room and the Alpha's office on the ground floor. Each of the other floors had around twenty bedrooms and bathrooms. There was also the basement, with a training room and a few cells.

As a child, it was very easy to get lost in this place.

Outside the front door, everyones cars were parked up. I quickly turned off the radio as we pulled up, and jumped out of the car. We then made our way inside, now in a much better mood.

Ditching our bags at the door, we decided to go hang out in the living room. There were already a few people from our school in there watching TV, so we both collapsed on a sofa.

After a few minutes, there was a fight over the remote. 

"Come on, none of us want to watch football. Change the channel." Lisa was standing with her hands on her hips, talking down to Mark, a nineteen year old who enjoyed annoying the younger wolves. Especially the girls.

I watched, amused, as Lisa glared down at him.

"Well, I want to watch it, so tough luck." He waggled his eyebrows and turned back to the TV.

I could almost see the steam coming out of Lisa's ears. "Don't be a jerk, Mark. Just give me the remote so we can all watch something. Or at least let us put on a movie."

He snorted. "Or you could leave me alone and go find something else to do."

Lisa wasn't having it. She gave him a flat look, then turned to me for help. I sighed.

"Mark, change the channel. No one wants to watch stupid football. Let's just watch cartoons or something." I was tired, too exhausted to actually fight him on this.

"What are we, five? I am too old to watch cartoons." He rolled his eyes at me.

Idiot. "Well, you had me fooled. I mean, you have the maturity of a five year old, so I just assumed you would be all into cartoons."

He glared at me now, before an evil smirk crossed his face. "How about this, Emmy. You come and kiss me, and I'll give your friend the remote. Deal?"

I considered this, before standing up and slowly walking over to Mark. I knew other people in the room were watching me. I saw Mark's eyes light up slightly as I moved to the sofa. Before you could blink, I was sitting in his lap and straddling him.

I saw his eyes go wide and I placed my hand on his neck. His own arms had moved to my waist, and I could feel the remote at my hip. I leaned in slowly, and when I was inches away from him, I moved my hand to the remote, ripped it out of his hand and jumped up giggling.