Wolf's Needs

Chapter Thirteen

One by one, cars started to drive up the long driveway and park as close to they could to the house. Meka sat at the top of the stairs and out of sight, listening to the constant and gleeful chatter and wishing she could be a part of it. She loved people, humans and otherwise, but she just didn't know what she would do if she went down there and everything just stopped. Dead silent.

Oh my god, is that her?

Yeah, it's that freak's daughter.

If you don't move then she might not be able to see you.

That monster, that killer...

Killer.

Monster.

FREAK!

"Meka?" Jalyn was coming up the stairs. "What are you doing sitting there? Come down and meet everyone." She shook her head, suddenly filled with dread of ever agreeing to join in on this little party. She could always stay up in her room, but then she'd have to listen to that constant flow of conversation of the humans, she'd have to listen to Jalyn talking to other people, having a good time, while she was hiding like a coward just out of eyesight. She wasn't a coward, but she was scared.

"I don't want to join anymore." She got up to go to her room, but Jalyn chased after her and grabbed her hand.

"It's just a bonfire, it'll be fun, promise."

"I don't want to. It was a mistake, and my father wouldn't be happy if I went." She didn't know what to say, but with each passing moment she became more and more aware of the people downstairs. She wasn't like them, she was different, and she was the monster and freak that they made her out to be. She couldn't be exposed, she'd be hunted down. Then how was she supposed to find her parents? She couldn't go through with the bonfire.

"Meka, look at me." She shook her head and tried to pull away. She only succeeded because she was much stronger than him, but he didn't willingly let her go. She started back down the hallway, halfway to her room when another voice rang out from below.

"Jalyn, you up there?" An annoyingly high voice that made Meka grimace sang from the bottom of the stairs. "Jalyn, you coming?"

Meka had frozen in her spot when she heard the voice. Behind her, Jalyn sighed and ran a hand down the length of his face. Who exactly had invited her, he wondered, and what did they have against him to do such a thing? "Jalyn, if you're up there, I'm coming up. I have to talk to you."

I thought the bonfire was outside, not in Jalyn's bedroom. The light ascend of this girl's footsteps began, and Jalyn passed Meka one pleading look before walking back to the stairs. He still wanted her to come and meet his friends, act as if she were normal, like she was human. Jalyn didn't think anything bad could come out of this, only good. Good things, like her meeting some new friends. Good things, like her getting over her fear of being hunted down.

Jalyn got halfway down the spiraling steps before he saw her. Her olive toned face brightened immediately, as if she had practiced for this moment again and again in the mirror before she came here. Those moss green eyes, full lips and perfectly tanned skin that had knowingly ruined a long-term relationship and not caring, and then came to him and cried for so long afterwards, telling him how sorry she was. But he had known maybe a few weeks before that from a friend, Amelia Rose's best friend and Jalyn's friend since the sixth grade. Now she was back, and Jalyn had no interest in what she wanted.

"JJ" – something she had always called him, even before they had started dating – "how are you? You look great." Before he could even offer an answer, she was talking again. "Look, there was something I needed to talk to you about before we joined the rest of the group outside. We can be quick, I promise. Or," she got that sadistic glint in her eyes, and Jalyn braced himself, "we can take just as long as you'd like."

Meka, who previously had been listening close by, had decided that she had heard enough. She didn't like this girl, not one bit, and she didn't want to wait and hear what Jalyn had to say in response to her luring. There were plenty of girls like this back in her pack, the ones with the pretty faces and the flirty and sassy attitudes. They were always hanging off guys, and sometimes it was a different guy every week. She didn't like them either, or at least didn't find friendship with them, even though they had done nothing against her. You don't want any bad influences on you to distract you from your work, Tameka. Her mother would've said. You're crazy if you think you're going anywhere with them, her father would've said.

I'm not crazy. Her small voice against his larger, more authoritative one. But in the back of her head, so constant but also so quiet that she had almost missed it, she would think, yes father, yes Alpha.

When Amelia saw Meka walk around the corner of the stairs, her light and flirty face fell like a closing book. Her green eyes darkened with a jealousy she had never felt before, but she had diminished it before anyone would catch it. Or so she thought. Meka saw it very clearly, and that fed her hateful fire all the more.

"Oh," Amelia looked Meka up and down, "I wasn't aware that you were up there with anyone."

"Sorry, we were just talking." Amelia ignored him.

"And you are?" Amelia's own instant hate kindled in her core. Who was this new chick and what did she think she was doing with Jalyn? Her Jalyn? She put on her most pleasant smile, the one she might use for her stepmother when her father was around, but Meka could still feel the hot vibes washing off her and slapping Meka in the face. Inside, her wolf growled at the challenge, but all it did was serve as a reminder that she truly was different.

Oh well, I guess I can be different for one night.

She took the next two steps down the stairs, closer to the Jalyn. "I'm Meka, and you must be Amelia Rose. It's a pleasure to meet you." She had extended her hand past Jalyn to Amelia since Jalyn still stood like a roadblock between them and seemed unwilling to move, but Amelia just looked at it.

"Right, well I'll see you outside, Jalyn." She added his name as if it were an afterthought. She spun on her boot heels – three inches high and way unnecessary for a bonfire – and joined everyone else as they filed outside through the backdoor and towards the lake.

A few seconds after Amelia had happened, Jalyn let out a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding. Meka giggled – something she had no answer for but suddenly didn't care to know – and stepped all the way off the stairs. "Well, that went well." She remarked with a nervous chuckle.

But Jalyn only shook his head, "Trust me, for Amelia that went extremely well." And not for the first time he found himself wondering, how had she changed from Meka sweet to this monster?

All Meka had to question was: And he dated that?

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