Vampire Twins Meet The Pack (Book One)

Chapter Fifty Six

I felt helpless as Ariana screamed and thrashed. Peter dashed over to her and wrapped her up in his arms as she passed out.  "I'll take her back up to her room," he said quietly. His voice was full of worry and hurt.

"Okay," I said. "Is there anything I can do?"

"No," he said. "Thanks, though." With that he swept her up and carried her out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

I watched them go with a frown. Ariana needed to make up her mind, and soon. For one obvious reason, she was going to die if something wasn't done soon. And for two, the wear of worrying over her was starting to show in Peter's face. And soon the worry was going to eat at the rest of us too. With a growl I hurled a dish towel across the room. It hit the refridgerator and slid to the ground, where it rested for a few seconds before Lanie picked it up and tossed it back to me on her way through.

Everyone was so busy worrying about Ariana and what choice she was going to make that it was like there was nothing else to do. 'Screw this', I thought suddenly. With that I stormed out the back door and morphed into my wolf. It was time for a good mind-clearing run.

The nice thing about running when you are a werewolf is that it comes so naturally that you don't need to think about the way you're placing your feet at all. You just run, paying attention only to where you are going. Now you might think that if I wanted to clear my head then I should do something that required focus. But then I would get mad when thoughts of Ariana's predicament messed me up. Running, I could just let those thoughts float on through and try to think of something else, anything else.

I ran, and ran, and ran. After maybe an hour I turned around and started back for the house. I wasn't feeling fatigued, heck, I wasn't even breathing hard yet. I just continued to stretch my limbs out in that same soothing pattern that was so familiar, so comforting.

I was halfway home when it began to sprinkle. The rain didn't bother me, though, the tiny flecks that soaked through my coat felt good. I had to laugh though, would Bishop think I smelled like wet dog? Of course, that led to the thought of 'oh God, why do I care what Bishop thinks I smell like?' Just because I've kissed him twice, that doesn't mean anything, right?

Wrong, obviously.

I shook my head. The point of running had been so that I could stop thinking about things like that, no matter how apparent it was becoming that those thoughts would always end up crossing my mind sooner or later. Why did boys have to exist? They just made everything wayyy too complicated; that was all they were good for.

I quickened my pace. It was time to be getting back home. I wanted to see how Ariana was doing, if she had woken up yet. And of course if she had made her choice yet. That would be the one thing I would always want to know until she had.

Fifteen minutes later I was back in human form and dashing in through the back door. Cole was standing in the kitchen, eating a cookie. "Hey," he said, his voice monotone.

"Hi," I replied. "Is Ariana awake yet?"

He shrugged in response. "I don't know. She wasn't five minutes ago. You can go check if you want to, though." I nodded and headed upstairs. I knew that Peter would be in her room too; he basically hadn't left her side since she'd been bitten.

I peeked into her room. She was still out, and Peter had fallen asleep in a chair by her bed, his head and shoulders on the bed. I eased the door shut and headed back down to the kitchen. My run had made me hungry. As I bit into an apple, I thought again that I wished Ariana would let us all know her decision soon.