For Moon's Sake!

Chapter 3: Scrawny She-...

        I sat chewing the school box egg, my mind drifting back to my pack a moment. Their behavior was classic werewolf high school, I mean, didn’t they see that? I suppose if their behavior was anything to go by, then the future of the Long Fang Pack was looking pretty close to ending. For once, I actually think that my pack is doomed compared to the other pack we share our school with.

               Yeah, the town we live in is in the mountains. It’s separated into three portions. There’s the Long Fang territory, which I live in, the Bone Claw territory that belongs to the Bone Claw Pack, and then there was No Man’s Land, which was a small section given to Rogues so that we didn’t have to deal with them waltzing in on our turf. It was an agreement made by the Long Fang Pack and the Bone Claw Pack a long time ago to ease problems and help minimize the conflicts.

               Frowning, I glanced up at my twin. ‘Question: Does our pack look a teen supernatural romance novel cliché to you?’

               Shoving the last bit of food in his mouth, James glanced towards our pack mates as they came in from the parking lot, their group almost like a moving flash mob, only there was no song and dance. In the center of it all was Bryan Winters, our very own Beta's son, and the big cheese himself, Ryan Thompson, future alpha. That’s funny, now that I think of it; Bryan and Ryan sitting in a… Wow, didn’t need that mental image.   

               ‘Well?’ I prompted my brother, seeing as he was chewing his food thoughtfully.

               ‘I don’t know.’

               I gaped at him. ‘How would you not know?’

               ‘Cause I have a penis and I don’t read shitty human fiction about werewolves falling in love with desperate human babes who can’t get laid by ordinary people.’

               Leaning back in my chair, I think about what James just said. He’s right, actually. Why would he read those books? Hell why did I suffer through them like an idiot? Note to self – stay away from crappy werewolf fiction.

               ‘Alright, let me spin this another way. Does our pack look like an obvious pack whereas if you glance around the room you’d see members of the Bone Claw pack just lounging about away in small little groups who mingled with the tiny human population?’

               James glanced around again then, this time his eyes seeming to light up a bit.

               ‘God we have idiots for future leaders,’ he growled into my head.

               ‘No shit.’ I replied as our pack swarmed the tables near us waiting another fifteen minutes for the bell to ring. Hilarious enough, I felt like my territory was invaded by my own pack. Classic Barbie and Ken dolls in their various outfits all smothering me to death.

               Getting up, I glanced at my brother to see him staring at the back of some blonde’s head, her arms wrapped around Bryan Winters’ neck as she straddled his lap. Curious, I moved so that her side profile was in my view, biting back bitter laughter as I noticed it was Wendy Shire, the girl who had been rolling in the sheets with my brother last night. Bitch seemed to get around.

               Looking back at my brother, I felt disgusted as he let out a quiet whimper. That girl wasn’t even his mate and she made him cry out for her. My pale blue eyes started to look like a grey storm as I sent a glare at the back of her head, my body moving on its own accord until I was there in the middle of all those jack asses, my hand reaching out before I could stop it, grabbing a firm hold of over conditioned blonde hair.

               “What are-“

               Wendy Shire began to scream for dear life as I yanked the bitches’ head back by her hair, her body going with the force I used so that she fell flat on her ass right there at Bryan’s feet. Putting on a big smile, I looked at Bryan who was glaring back at me.

               “Learn to keep your bitches at heel, oh mighty Beta,” I snarled out in a hushed tone, my left foot sending a swift kick to Wendy’s ass as she stood up, her body flopping over across Bryan and Ryan’s laps. Smirking, I turned to walk away from them.

               “Hey! Hey Starling!”

               I turned, one eyebrow raised as Ryan Thompson’s voice called out my last name. “Yes,” I replied sweetly, my eyes locking with his dark brown ones before, against my baser instinct, flickering to stare over his shoulder submissively.

               His eyes must have caught the resentment in my own, his mouth turning into a deep scowl and his brows furrowed as though he were a bit confused. “Come here, Starling.”

               He didn’t use his alpha voice like he could have, he could have ordered me with power. But using your alpha tone when another alpha was in the room was asking for challenge, so instead he had growled out the command, giving me the choice to listen or not.

               I stood there staring at him, debating only a moment before I raised an eyebrow and walked over to him, my chin tilting so I could look up into his face, keeping my eyes focused on something behind hm. “You summoned?”

               Ryan’s lip curled as if he were going to snarl, but then he seemed to think better of it and leaned down to whisper in my ear, though we both knew better that it wouldn’t reach all wolf ears in the room.

               “Listen very carefully, you disrespectful mutt,” he growled into my ear, his breath making me want to throw up my second chance at breakfast on his shoes. “You’re too low on the food chain to be throwing around my cousin like a ragdoll. She out ranks you, got it bitch, so get on your knees and apologize.”

               He leaned back with a smirk along his thin lips, my eyes no doubt looking at him like one pissed off she-wolf.

               Then, doing the stupidest thing I could probably do, I leaned back into him, standing on my tippy toes because let’s face it, male wolves have to be too fucking tall for their own good, and whispered something right back in his ear. “It’s funny she outranks me,” I started, a smile forming on my lips, “cause she was screaming my brother’s name all night like a dominated she-bitch.”

               Pecking a kiss on Ryan’s face, I leaned back on my heel, smirking as his face went pale with rage, his eyes narrowed. Only they weren’t trained on me, they were looking back at his sweet and innocent little cousin, Wendy Shire, her eyes wide as saucers and every wolf in the room staring at her. “Do I still need to kneel?” My words were a whisper, but I knew he heard, his head jerking back to look at me, his eyes narrow and cold.

               “I take your silence as a no, big boy,” giving him a gentle smile, fake, but still he was showing his inner bitchiness, I turned on my right foot, pivoting and walking away, my body swaying a little to keep me from just out right doing a victory dance.