Werewolf Baby

Chapter 20.

My mother had told me once, after I accidentally walked in on my dad in an insanely important meeting about the Hunters(now that I think about it probably when they were deciding whether or not to join with the Nightwalker Pack) in nothing but my pajamas with my hand sticking out of a cereal box that werewolf packs didn't go long periods of time without declaring war on each other. And these wars were usually vicious, long, and started over stupid and easily resolved things. Something that I had taken to heart after groaning that that was my new life with Reed since my dad had said that rejecting an Alpha was something that had never happened before and would not happen for a long time.

I'm not sure, but by the way that my mom shushed him then turned to me and said that I could do whatever I wanted with my life unless it involved drugs or anything terribly illegal, I'm pretty sure that was my dad's way of saying "you can't back out now, you're practically dating, and if you reject him we're screwed,". Maybe that's why I threw myself in front of Reed. Besides the fact that the bond between us was growing every day, much to my annoyance, but because I didn't want to go to war. That would suck. Royally.

Blake's eyes went wide when he saw me press my back against Reed trying to push him away from Blake. His eyes lost their glow a little as his hand dropped to his side, but brightened when he lashed out, pulling me away from Reed forcefully. Blake pivoted on his heel, putting his back to Reed.

"What do you think you're doing? Throwing yourself in front of him like that? Do you want to get killed?" he growled furiously at me.

I yanked my arm out of his grasp, "What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to start a war?" I hissed.

Blake swallowed and clenched his hands into fists, "I can't believe you're mated to that filth." he spat.

Anger welled up inside of me making me want to strangle Blake. It was a sudden and powerful anger that scared me. It was so powerful, I hardly even recognized myself. I had never been this angry in my entire life. But then I realized, that it wasn't my anger. I could feel the anger, but I couldn't really feel it. I could feel the anger, like you can feel that someone's behind you without looking, except that this was much more powerful. It was so strong that I almost thought it was my own anger. But it wasn't. It was Reed's.

Blake looked up at me for a split second. His eyes weren't glowing anymore. His claws were retracted and he looked upset. Truly upset. Almost as if, by being mated to Reed, I was personally offending and attacking him. But I wasn't. Sure, people were upset but that was just because they didn't like the other pack. It wasn't because they were being insulted by me personally. Or were they? Is that what people thought. That because I was mated to someone from another pack, that I was hurting them, attacking them? Was it because I was human, because I was mated to the Alpha or another pack's son, both?

Blake didn't say anything. Whatever emotion or feeling that had been in his eyes was gone in an instant and replaced with the usual annoyance that was there. He glared at me and then jogged towards the woods, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the side before leaping out of sight into the darkness of the woods. Darren followed close behind calling after him.

Reed growled and doubled over grabbing at grass. There were two boys behind him I recognized from this morning. They were part of his posse. One of them was the boy who had protested Shay being choked by Reed. They both lunged forward and grabbed Reed by the shoulders dragging him off towards the woods.

The one who helped Shay looked back after he helped drag Reed into the woods. "He needs to cool off."

Then they were gone.

I felt Melanie's fingertips hover above my arm, I turned to look at her. She nodded towards the house. Melanie carried my backpack into the house as I made my way straight to the pantry. Someone had just gone grocery shopping, and it was just in time too. I was angry and hungry and Emily would be getting home from school soon. She got out later than me because she was one of the "late birds" at the preschool. She goes after lunch and doesn't come back until twenty minutes after I do.