Living with a Dead Mate

Chapter 9

sorry this is shorter, and there was a long wait. this also was one of my owrst chapter its just another filler chapter but i am in a complete writers block on this so sorry

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Fiona’s P.O.V.

            I groaned internally as the morning sun blinded me. For a room with one window, it certainly is bright in here. I rolled over lightly, to not wake up the sleeping body besides me. Time to get revenge for that kick; I gently rolled of the bed, the cold floor shocking my bare feet. Using my ninja like silence I tiptoed out of the room and into the small living area, which had the kitchen connected to it.

            Once I was in the kitchen I quietly started rummaging through the drawers, ah perfect. Grabbing what I was looking for I walked to the bathroom. After I got done doing my business I got to work. I lifted the lid and began wrapping it with the see through food cover thingy; I have no idea what it’s called. After I made sure you couldn’t see anything was on it I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. 

            Now what? I decided on getting dressed, so I walked out the apartment all the way down to my car. Once there I noticed something sticking out from underneath my windshield wipers, I smiled assuming it was from Marcus. Walking over I slipped it from underneath and leaned against my car opening the piece of paper up. I was right that it was from Marcus but I was in no way prepared for what it said.

            Fiona, I am really surprised you actually left. You had so much going for you here, not to mention a best friend. Speaking of which we have and him being a werewolf allows fast healing, which in turn allows us more options. If you aren’t back in three days his body won’t be able to heal a stabbed heart. If you care at all about him, I suggest you hurry.

            The message is from Kyle. I really didn’t want to be caught up in any of this, you’re a good kid, sorry. Oh, and you should know Kyle will be pronounced Alpha tomorrow, you’re not supposed to know that though, so keep your mouth shut.

            Marcus.

Well at least the whole pack isn’t corrupt, just the Alpha. I made a plan, to shower get dressed and high tail it back. I know a shower would waste time, but come on, I haven’t shower for a week, and it’s gross. Grabbing some shorts and my favorite tee that read, TEAM in a square font, the underneath of the A was highlighted making an I, which had a little arrow pointing to it saying, there it is. I also grabbed my hygiene bag and ran back to the apartment. Ignoring if Nate was still sleeping I hopped in the shower, then quickly changed after.

            I walked out of the bathroom stuffing things back into my pack, grumbling at it saying I had to hurry so get in the bag. “Why do you have to hurry?” Said a sleepy looking Nate, as he walked from his room. His hair was stuck in random places and his eyes were still droopy, it was cute, but I had to go.

            I debated about telling him, but decided against it, “My team me needs me.” Was what I said, might as well have fun with it, and I shoved past him headed for the door.

            Suddenly he was in front of me blocking me from the door, I growled lowly at him. “Get out of my way, I have to go.”