Kennedy's POV
That was two years ago. Since then, our parents have gotten married, and me and Mom moved into the pack house with Cal and his sons. Mom adopted Ryan, but Seb didn't want to be, so she left it alone.
Seb finally accepted my mom. He knew that she wasn't trying to replace his mother, that she just wanted to start a life with her mate and his family. He and Mom get along fine, but he only calls her by her name, Abby. And while he's fine with me being Ryan's big sister too, he stands by the fact that we don't need to be all gooey, Brady Bunch siblings. We're friends, who happen to live together. We don't refer to each other as brother and sister, or even step-siblings. When introducing each other we simply introduce the other as our friend. It's a good relationship.
Sometimes Seb can still be gloomy, and I have to resist the urge to slap him upside the noggin, but otherwise, we get along fine. Other times, not so much.
Like now.
--Present--
"GIVE IT BACK!!"
"NO!!"
I had walked into Seb's room to ask him something, only to find him reading a magazine. A very embarrassing magazine.
No, you perverts, it wasn't a dirty magazine. No scantily clad, big bossemed women here. It was a teen celebrity mag, one of those with the boy bands on the front, and the glossy posters inside.
Needless to say, I was concerned.
Before he knew I was there, I leaped across the room to his bed, where he was lounging while reading, and snatched the offending reading material, racing out of the room with it. I then heard his foot steps pounding down the hallway after me, yelling at me.
And here we are now, me standing on the kitchen table, the mag above my head, me doing some karate kid moves to avoid his snatching fingers, him trying really hard not to swear at me, yelling to give it back.
"NO! Why do you even have this?! Do I need to talk to your Dad?!" I yelled, jumping again to avoid him.
He looked horrified at the thought. "NO!!! DONT TELL DAD! It's really not what it looks like!" He seems to be panicking now.
"So you don't think Harry Styles is a yummy hunk of man?" I ask, slowing my dodging.
"WHAT?!! NO!! WHAT THE HECK?!!" He looks really horrified now, maybe a little green. He stops reaching for the magazine to stare at me. I stop jumping.
Placing my hands on my hips, the thing still in my hand, I cock my head at him in question."Then why were you reading it? It's not exactly manly reading material, you know."
His ears turn pink, and he ducks his head, scuffing his shoe against the ground. He mumbles something unintelligible.
"What?" I ask.
He repeats, only a little bit lounder, so I have to strain to hear even with werewolf super hearing "Natasha likes this band, Electric Noodles. I saw them on the cover of the magazine in your room, so I thought if I knew something about them, I would have something to talk to her about." His blush deepens.
Natasha Evens is a she-wolf in our pack, the Beta's oldest daughter, in fact. At 5 foot 7, with tanned skin and mile long legs, with platinum blond, straight hair going down to her butt, and a full figure, boobs the size of cantaloupes, and a (juicy) booty, it seems every male in the pack want her to be their mate. You'd think that she'd have the classic pretty girl, snooty attitude, but she's actually really nice. We hang out sometimes, actually.
