Ying & Yang

Chapter 1

I'm so hungry. I look over to the pack cook who is cleaning the kitchen for no apparent reason.

I could eat a horse if I could.... Anything that isn't this carrot. I poke the orange vegetable away from me and heave a loud Huff catching the cooks attention.

"You need to eat your vegetables Aria, if your so hungry, eat it" she tells me.

"I'm not a rabbit. Where's the meat or at least a bag of chips" I whine. I'm a werewolf. Not a wererabbit.

Big difference.

"Eat healthy, be healthy" she pats my head and walks out the spotless kitchen.

She's gone go check the pantry my wolf says.

I follow my wolfs demand and slink over the pantry throwing open the double doors reveling the packs shared junk food.

Crackers?

No

Oreos?

Grab em and eat them later

Snatching a packet I shove it into my pocket. What else?

Nutella?

We threw up last time

True. Popcorn?

I hate it when it gets stuck in our teeth

Doritos?

We're always a slut for doritos

True that.

Grabbing the party bag I shut the pantry doors and go to sit back at my chair but my ears pick up on a soft click of shoes on the hard wooden floor.

Chef's coming back fucking scatter

I change my direction from my stool at the island counter to the back door. Booking it across the large patch of grass I make my way over to the rows of houses. Mine is in the first row so luckily I didn't have to pass anyone as I scramble up my porch and through my front door.

Looking around the pit in my stomch seems to simmer with the familiar feeling of loneliness. My house is small but cute, good for one person with an open floor plan with the kitchen and dining room on the left and the living room on the right with a loft where my bed is with my bathroom behind the loft wall.

But what really hits me in my face is the mess the house is in. My mess. That I made myself. Not from my mate. Not from my pups. But me. By myself.

Your going to make yourself sad again

Too late.

I climb the spiral black metal stair case to my loft and plop on my bed pulling my food from my jacket and throw it on my couch below me after shedding the extra layer of clothing. Grabbing the TV remote besit my bed I point it at the flat screen that's mounted above the fire place.

My little slice of peace is ruined when banging rings out on my front door. So I do the normal thing. I take both my sneakers off and throw them at my door stopping the banging immediately only to have the person walk in.

Once I see curly hair and blue eyes I fling my quilt over me covering my entire body and pretend I'm not here.

I think she knows we're here

No we're not we're invisible.

She's coming up the stairs

I know, I can hear too you know.