Super Wolf

Chapter 14

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That following Monday did not fail to live up to its detested reputation of being irrationally arduous and unneccessarily vexating. As if going to school wasn't bad enough, Lynch, Clay, and Brody felt it imperative that they woke me up at 4:30 and ask for me to go on a run with them. As insistent as they were, I almost went after being promised they would take me to IHOP afterwards, but then I remembered agreeing to their wishes would be a sign of subordination. So I stubbornly had pulled the comforters over my head and growled at them, which only convinced them to leave after they whined about me not going for what felt like an hour. 

After that awful encounter, I had to face the three stooges once again when I descended the stairs for breakfast. The scents of them were strong in the air, making me growl lowly. Of course, their visits to my house had not gone unnoticed by my father's tribes; another wolf's scent especially stood out. Oddly, my mother and father had both fallen in love with all three of them. Lynch, thankfully, kept our mate-hood a secret. However, he did tell my family lies about himself. They knew he was an alpha, but he put them under the impression that he ran a small tight-knit pack. I was almost embarassed at my father's lack of interest in gathering intel on te three strangers who were suddenly visiting our land nearly every day. Usually neighboring tribes needed years to work out a peaceful alliance. 

My mother had apparently heard of Lynch's sob story about the death of his parents, and his needing to raise Kelsey 'all on his own,' and it seemed to pluck her heartstrings. So much, in fact, that she had invited them over for breakfast. 

"Lynch," I growled lowly when I entered the kitchen, watching him sit at the bar stool laughing with my mother. Brody and Clay seemed to be doing voice excercises, which was weird. And were those pink turtlenecks peeking out of their hoodies? They stopped 'do re me'ing when they heard my snarl.

"Brinley! We do not growl at guests," my mother scolded. Turning to the three, she apologized for my behavior. "That girl is incorrigible!" I rolled my eyes. Ever since the movie night those three had spent at my house with my parents, during which time I had gone for a run to avoid them, my mother had been in absoulute adoration with Lynch. He mentioned something about there being no better quality in a girl than intelligence, and my mother seemed determined to convince him that she had a sharp mind. I walked in on her the other day studying the dictionary. 

If I didn't know she had a mate, my father, I would be sure she was flirting with them, too. 

On the other hand, the presense of Lynch had made me and my brother allies; he hated their presense as much as I did. We never talked about it, but better yet, we shared growls of sympathy. And what better bonding experience is there than mutual hatred?

I plucked a peice of bacon off of Clay's plate, which didn't seem to bother him at all. Lynch on the other hand seemed to be irrationally disturbed by it. 

"You can have my bacon, if you want," he offered. Despite the intended friendliness of his request, he just sounded offended that I didn't take his in the first place, as if it had been a personal insult. Which, even though I disliked him, was not. 

Regardless, just seeing how much it bugged him encouraged me. "No thanks, Clay's is just fine," I said, smirking at Clay who seemed to understand what I was doing. Reaching in to take another peice of bacon, my mother slapped my hand away. 

"Brinley, we keep our appendages to our own platters in this house!" she said. 

"Mom, your excess use of formal vocabulary is not fooling anyone around here, Ms. High School Diploma," I said sardonically to her. She gasped, but before she could muster a response, I had kidnapped my bacon and was prancing out the garage door from the kitchen, plucking up my keys and slinging my backpack on.