The Sheep In Wolf's Clothing

8

     I couldn't let go. I didn't know anything about Milo. I don't know what kind of person he really is. I only met him a few hours ago yet, I couldn't let go of his hand. My conscious was telling me that I could trust Milo, and lately my conscious has been right. So I let him hold my hand, and I held back. We walked back to the house hand in hand.

     "Milo, promise me we'll do this again," I say looking at the ground embarrassed for asking.

     "Yeah, let's do it again later. I promise." He slowly released my hand as we reached the door.

     "We're back!" Milo shouts as we step through the door.

     "Where's mom and dad?" Milo turns to Dylan.

     "They're still sleeping."

     "Well, Sapphire. If you're hungry, I'll pour you some of the stew my mom made." Milo walks to the kitchen and pulls out two bowls.

     "Sure, I'd like to try some." I sit at the dining table and watch as Milo swiftly pours us a bowl of stew. He hands me a bowl and sits in front of me. I take a sip.

     "Holy Shit." My eyes widen.

     "What's wrong? Does the food taste bad?" Milo stops mid spoon.

     "Are you kidding me? The food is perfect. Evette's a great cook. You mind telling her that for me?"

    "Yup! Glad to hear you like it." Milo smiles, we finish up our food and I spot Dylan walking out the house.

     "Hey, cutie. You wanna come with me?" Dylan asks standing at the door frame.

     "Depends on where you're going." I turn to him.

     "No. Absolutely not. She's staying here with me, Dylan."

     "Oh? Little Milo here thinks he owns you. You gonna take that Sapphire?"

     "Maybe I will, Dylan. I don't like that tone you're talking in."

    "Dylan, leave them alone will you?" Evette walks in with bed hair.

"C'mon, mom. I just wanted to hang out with her, is that so bad?" Dylan leans on the door frame with his arms crossed.

"It is bad. What's mine is mine, and I don't want you touching her." Milo stands up taking our empty bowls.

"Fine, I'll have it my way." All of a sudden Dylan dashes towards me and picks me up.

"Dylan! Put me down!" I yell as I struggle against his body.

"Dylan! Stop that! That's no way to treat a woman!" Evette dashes after us as Milo silently follows close behind. Slowly, he gains on us.

"Dylan, you ass! Let her go! Didn't I tell you not to touch what's mine?

"Milo, Sapphire isn't yours. Stop acting as you own her."

"Oh yeah? Look at the mark on her neck. I've already called dibs." Milo's so close I could touch him. But what mark is he talking about? He didn't leave a mark on me. Dylan stares at my neck with wide eyes.

"So what? It's a mark big deal. I'm still going to take her."

"What mark? Did you leave a mark? There's actually a mark?" I ask staring at the brothers while touching my neck.

"Yeah, I'll tell you about it later." Milo blushes wildly as he runs.

"Guys stop this! You're gonna get tired."

"No, it's a part of us now." Milo chimes in.

"Because of that science experiment, besides the slight change in appearance, we also have killer benefits," Dylan smirks.

"For instance, we can smell you from a few miles. That's how I caught you the first time we met." Milo smiles, then he trips Dylan. Making me fly. But there wasn't an impact.

Instead, I felt his arms.