The Big Bad Beast (bxb)

Chapter Twenty-One: One on One

Red P.O.V

After Welfen had disappeared, me and my brothers had done exactly what Brynn had recommended, charades. It was an easy game without the need for anything other than ourselves.

We mainly did that because we were afraid to leave the room without the werewolves permission and we knew we most definitely didn't have Welfen's permission by any means to leave the room so staying put was the best option and appeared to us as being the only option available.

I wasn't able to participate as much as my brothers would have liked but laughs and jokes still made the game interesting even if the only two who stood up and did the charade-ing part was my brothers.

It wasn't until a loud growl roared throughout the house that we all froze. The growl wasn't from inside the building and was actually kind of faint but the intensity of the growl is what made all of us halt in our tracks. All of our heads snapped over to the single window that looked over the packhouses backyard. I was sure the glass wasn't a type that breaks easily, which was probably the same case for any and all windows in this mansion. We all seemed to just stare at the window for a couple of minutes before looking amongst ourselves.

"Where did that come from?" Byrnn asked, looking a little scared. I imagined that the growling had sent another form of fear down his spine as he suddenly latched onto me. I couldn't help but bring my brother closer to me. With me being attacked protecting him and him being kidnapped, I knew my younger foster brother was stressed beyond belief. It made me want to protect and cradle him even more than I already am.

Mitchell looked back to the window. He had a knowing expression on his face but didn't really elaborate his understanding of the situation and tried to convince us, more Byrnn then anything else, that we should continue playing charades. I didn't fall for the changing of the subject whatsoever but went along with it for Byrnn's sake. Shortly, the growl was long forgotten from Byrnn's mind as he got back into the game after a little hesitance.

Shortly, Byrnn tuckered himself out and fell asleep on the floor in a sitting position. I turn to Mitchell.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well, what?" Mitchell replied obviously knowing what I was talking about but playing hard to get. I rolled my eyes at my brother, finding his tactic a waste of time.

"You know what I'm talking about, spill," I said, already annoyed with him. He does this every so often and it gets old really quick. I just know that me being annoyed pleased a sick part of him but I could never figure out why. He does it to everyone so I know it isn't just me he loves to pick on. It made me wonder why I am his best friend but I could never find a strong enough reason to not be his best friend.

"It's really nothing special," Mitchell said, shrugging his shoulders making the fire inside ignite but I pushed the anger down. He wants to play that game? We can play that game. I leaped over the bed, as carefully as I could with my sore as heck body and put my full body weight on him. All I got was an 'oof' out of him. He looked at me like I was ignorant before getting comfortable.

"I really enjoy the body heat you are giving me," Mitchell said.

"You should, your freezing cold," I said, trying to get up before Mitchell wrapped his arms around me gently, keeping me against him, resting his chin on the top of my head. We laid like that for a while. Him stealing my body warmth and me just listening to the faint and rare sound of his heart. I guess you can't say vampires are completely heartless because I could still faintly hear his still beating. I think he only breathes to pull off the human thing though.

Slowly Mitchell moved me off of him. I look at him with a questioning look but he doesn't look over at me, he just stares at the ceiling with a blank look on his face.