Seethe: First Draft

Seethe: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The rest of the ride was eerily silent. No one seemed willing to break it. At least not until I was pulling into the very secluded driveway that would lead to the inner sanctum of Xavier's pack.

"So, about what you did back there."

Thomas would decide to say something. My death grip on the steering wheel was starting to worry me.

"What about it?"

"Well, you said something that I'm just wanting to clarify. So, what exactly does it mean for a Siren to claim a pack?"

I hadn't thought the car could go anymore silent, but somehow it did.

Xavier answers before I can. "You did what?"

I wait until I've parked the car in the packs designated garage before I respond. I turn to look at everyone to see they've already got their eyes on me.

"I may have claimed your pack."

"Yeah. What exactly does that mean?"

I sigh, brushing the hair out of my face. "I put myself on this Siren's radar. It's pretty serious for a Siren to lay claim to something, especially a pack this large. Though, in this case, I'd say more stupid than anything else."

"But what does that mean?"

I purse my lips, thinking. "It's like... if someone were trying to take your pack from you, they'd have to kill you to get to it. Except in this case, if they wanted to get anywhere near you or any member of your pack, they'd have to go through me."

Xavier suddenly punches my dashboard, causing everyone in the car to jump.

"Could you please not do that to my car? She's gone through enough tonight. "

Xavier doesn't say anything, just pushes his car door open and strides away.

I shake my head, mumbling to myself as I lean across the console to close his door. We all follow after him, though not too closely.

Their little Werewolf town is as secluded as it gets. The garage building for all the cars is the first thing you'd come in contact with after going down the very long dirt road. From there, it's a hike to get to the pack housing.

Everyone else is trekking along just fine because they'd worn sensible shoes. I've gotten so used to traversing city streets in high heeled boots that it didn't even occur to me to change them until we were too far from my car for it to matter.

I miscalculated a step and suddenly I was toppling forward. I braced to catch myself but never made it to the ground. Lara had one of her slender arms wrapped around my waist. She shot me a small smile but refused to meet my eyes as she helped me back to my feet. She was gone before I could even thank her. She'd been avoiding me as best she could, I hadn't said anything because I thought maybe I was just being paranoid.

I watched her walk on ahead of me for a moment. Girls have never really liked me, something about the Siren pull and me not being attracted to women, I guess. It made it hard to make friends of any kind. Men became obsessive and women slowly devolved into ranting lunatics.

I sigh, pushing my hair back from my face as I follow after them, silently wishing I'd brought my bag from my car with me.

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I look around the tiny cottage, taking in each delicate feature. The tiny building is made up of only three rooms; the bedroom, the kitchen and the little living room. The front door opened into the living room, to your left was the tiny kitchen. A tiny hallway led to the bedroom and bathroom, one right across from the other. At the end of that tiny hallway was another door, leading outside.