Save Me

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I rode with Michie going to the Pack House after everyone had gotten there. I had told them to go ahead and I'd see them later. I was still furious at Mac and embarrassed, after we had got home he kissed and teased until I let out a moan a very loud one to these dogs with sensitive hearing.

"So tell me again what happened?" Michie mused smiling as she held back her laughter. I shot her a deadly look, oh if only looks could kill I'd be a funeral planner. "We're here," she beamed.

I gave her a closed mouth smile one that said I've killed you, buried you and resurrected you only to kill you again. I got out the car and huffed into the house, I was taken aback by those there and by that I meant the entire pack was there. Every single one of them, from the eldest to the youngest a recently born baby girl. The time they hosted the barbeque for Evelyn's family this was nothing compared to it. The turnout was bigger and in full swing.

I followed Michie into the house and to the kitchen where the ladies cooking with the help of their mates who really were just picking at the piles of food that took their fancy.

"Okay, that's it." Said Mrs Archer stopping all together causing everyone else to stop and stare at Mrs Archer and Finn who looked like a five year old caught having dessert before dinner. Evelyn watched with amusement. "You and every other man in here must leave, now." Her voice stern but her eyes twinkled in amusement. Slow and reluctantly the men left the kitchen, leaving their women behind.

I helped chop the lettuce and cucumbers and tomatoes and onions ready for use. We had set up a build your own section, supplied with buns and patties of all sorts for everyone's liking. Finishing up my job I headed out to the garden, looking for little Mason who I had promised to visit. I headed to the den which was eerily quiet especially when it belonged to the children of the pack. I popped my head inside to find them engrossed watching a movie.

"Cara," Mason squealed noticing me at the entrance that had earned him a few hush's. "Come, watch." He urged with his hand calling me in, obliging to the little boy's wishes I got into the den and sat next to him.

I smiled someone had set up Lion King for them. Props to the person who chose the movie. I had watched the movie countless times but the death of Mufasa and the betrayal of Scar was more emotional this time round than ever. I blame the pregnancy hormones.

The movie had finished and had began playing again. The children had left once the credits began to roll, they practically ran out the den heading for the house to get their food. Only little Mason and I were left. He had fallen asleep and I didn't have it in me to carry him home.

"There you are," Mac's voice startled me. "They're looking for you."

"Right," I said. "Can you take him, he fell asleep on me."

He strode into the den and lifted Mason up into his arms, holding him in one arm he helped me up with the other, he steadied me keeping me pressed against his body, he looked down at me. I watched him watching me grinning, like he remembered something embarrassing. I starred at his grinning face, his eyes lit up with amusement and it hit me what he had done to me earlier today. I pulled away abruptly and huffed out the den and marched straight on across the grass and to the house. I picked up a plate and began filling it with food.

"That's a lot of food there," Michie commented looking sceptical.

"Yeah and I'm eating for a tribe." I huffed taking a seat in the kitchen with the rest of the women who had been cooking now sat down to eat. "And I doubt this is going to cut it." I said biting into my burger. Stupid Mac, him and every other wolf.