The Pack Slut

thirty two

"Eve..." Jax trailed, looking at situation, "did-"

"Holy shit," Mirren said coming down the stairs. "What the hell happened here?"

I withdrew my almost-lean into Kal's touch to face the two at the doorstep.

"Mirren?" I asked, kind of surprised.

"Yeah?" She trailed confused.

"Feels like forever since I've seen you," I said now making my way over to them, Kal following closely behind me.

"I leave you alone for what, two weeks and you become a blood hungry killer?" She laughed, gesturing to Sheila's dead body.

"It's not what it looks like," I replied, knowing exactly what it looked like, and knowing that what it looked like was accurate.

She settled on me with a look of slight sympathy as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder for a brief hug. "You're a bad bitch, I know."

Kal and Jax had settled to the side, engaged in a intense whisper conversation. When Kal saw that my exchange with Mirren was over he addressed us as a group.

"Let's take this upstairs to the office," he said lowly mostly to Jax but intended for everyone to hear.

We made our way upstairs, taking the elevator, and I couldn't help my train of thought as my eyes stopped once again on the Calendar.

Heat was soon. Heat was definitely soon. Probably within the next couple of days. Had Kal forgotten? What was I going to do?

The elevator dinged open.

"I've changed my mind," Kal said to Mirren and I. "I will be speaking to Jax in private, you two can go to Eve's room."

"My room?" I asked, taken back.

"We cleaned it out, and replaced all the furniture."

I nodded my head silently as I watched Jax and Kal disappear before the office doors.

"So your room it is?" Mirren asked, already heading over.

"No," I said. "I don't want to ever be in that room again."

She turned around and her eyes gave me an unreadable expression. "Okay," she said. "Mine?"

"Yeah," I said, giving up a light smile. "I've never been."

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Mirren's  room was neither what I expected or unexpected. It was tidy, yet simultaneously messy. Her room had a grey color pallet, and gave off a minimalistic atmosphere.

There were pictures of her family on her dresser. Her, Kal and their parents outside, maybe at a pack barbecue. They all looked so happy to be there, and you could feel it through the picture. I had never seen Kal so happy.

"That was 5 years ago," Mirren said when she caught me looking at the picture. "When Kal was not...broken."

"I don't think he's broken, Mirren," I said to her flopping down on her bed. "Just, a little...emotionally damaged?"

Mirren rolled her eyes at me before smiling and also flopping down on the bed next to me. "You always have a nice way to put things, huh?"

"Guess you could say I've become an optimistic."

Mirren scoffed, loudly. And I did too.

"As if I could ever be a fucking optimistic," I said, my eyes focusing on the ceiling. "As if..."