The Pack Slut

thirty one

"Today, we kill Sheila," Kal said, microwaving some of the uneaten food from the days prior.

I pulled up a chair next to the table, sat down and tapped the side of my glass of juice, bored. He gave me a serious look as he took the food out of the microwave.

I gulped down some of the pulp-free orange juice that Kal had bought just that morning. "Sure it is."

"I'm being serious, Eve," he said placing a plate of food in front of me before putting his own food down. He pulled up a chair across from mine.

The time on the stove clock read 10am, and truly fitting it was. The rays of sun were now starting to beam bright through the window panels of the kitchen, and I could smell that slight dewy smell of morning that settled over the city like a wide blanket every day. Birds were chirping, and slight music was playing from the radio.

"But you still need her for information, don't you?" I said, biting into a sausage. I didn't miss the way his forest eyes focused on my mouth as I bit into it, and I tried to withhold a slight blush.

He sighed. "I know..."

"I have an idea," I said suddenly after swallowing another sip of juice.

"What?"

"Let's just let her starve, and watch as her body slowly decays in that cell, then feed her rotten remains to her goons."

Kal didn't even seem fazed. "First of all, that's disgusting. Second of all, impractical."

"Tell me how that's impractical," I said sarcastically, "sounds like a good plan to me."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said standing up to put his plate in the sink. I didn't even notice how fast he ate. "We should go."

I sighed. "Go where?"

"Back to the pack house."

I groaned out loud. "I'm starting to hate it there."

"Too bad, get your things and let's go."

"I don't have things, remember?" I said while putting my half empty plate in the fridge.

"You have to finish that," he called while collecting the car keys from a different room.

"I'm not hungry."

"And I'm not asking," he retorted with a slight growl.

"Neither am I," I clapped back. "I have no appetite these days."

"Well gain one and eat."

"I can't just gain an appetite," I scoffed. "Just like you can't just gain authority over me and tell me to eat."

He stopped by the door after putting on his expensive trainers. "Why are you so damn difficult?"

"I'm not difficult," I responded sliding on my only pair of shoes. "I'm just not easy to deal with."

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By the time we got to the pack house, I had already dozed in and out of sleep three times. There's no question that my body is exhausted, agitated, and overall, just not doing too good. I hadn't even shifted in weeks. I couldn't remember the last time I was in wolf form, and that was not a good thing to admit to ones self.

I sighed as I followed Kal down the stairs to where Sheila was, locked away. For a moment, I wanted to believe  that Kal was actually going to kill her today.

But I knew he couldn't, he had too much to lose with her. She was his ex, their families were undeniably close if they had planned for them to marry each other. There surely would be conflict if he were to kill her.