Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Ghosts.

Brianna’s POV.

"She seemed fine yesterday- more than fine fact, taking the whole 'Throwing Jason into a wall' into consideration, of course."

 "Brianna, you may be a girl but you are also my sister- if you don't shut up right now then-"

 "Don't threaten my mate, Jason."

 "Elijah, she's my sister! You don't have the right to be so protective!”

 “It’s my job, Jason. She’s mine!”

 “She’s my sister!”

 “I’m not a bloody object!” I cried, running a hand through my uncombed locks as I glared at both boys.

 After Elijah had left last night, I was in a panicky state. As much as I don’t like to sound like the possessive girlfriend that has to know everything that her boyfriend does- I couldn’t help it.

 Elijah brought out that side of me.

 I was constantly worried of his whereabouts, not knowing where he was but knowing he wasn’t beside me was enough to send me into a tantrum.

 And I do not have tantrums often. Well- I could think of a few people who wouldn’t hesitate to disagree, cough Jason, cough... Grayson, cough Elijah...

 You get the idea.

 “Where is he?” I was getting to the stage where resorting to anger was my last option. It was around 1:00am, my mum and Mark were asleep but I forced Jason to stay awake with me as I waited for Elijah to return. His eyes were barely open at all and he lay straddled over the arm of the couch, his head drooping ever so slightly every time he breathed.

 “Maybe he headed back to the pack house, or maybe his real home.” Jason murmured offhandedly, holding a grudge against me for refusing to let him sleep. If he looked like he was about to dose off then I’d try either of my favourite tactics:

 I’d crawl to the opposite end of the sofa, steady myself on my own feet and front flip off of it, landing onto Jason- which obviously woke him up instantly.

Or I’d scream in his ear, to which he awoke and grabbed the closest thing beside him, being the TV remote and hold it in the air as a weapon of self defence. This happened 7 times.

 “This is his real home, Jas!” I shouted, pacing back and forth, my ADHD acting up making me skittish and fidgety.

 “No, Bri, this is your home. I’m sorry but, aren’t you taking this a little far? He’s got a family too, and a whole pack to be with!”

 “’Taking it a little far’? Are you freaking kidding me, Jas? Yes, he has a family- a foster family, and the pack? It’s full of bimbos and...and-“

 “Werewolves?” He supplied.

 “Yes-well, no! Look, that’s not my point. We are the closest he has to family!” I tossed my arms up in exasperation. “Look, Jason. This is just something you can’t understand, OK? You’re not a werewolf, nor are you mated to one. You just don’t understand anything, at all!” I let out a shout towards the end, frustration clouding my thoughts. I immediately apologized to my brother. After our Dad left, Jason and I had grown closer; we were more dependent on each other and didn’t mind spending all of our time together.

 He, Grayson and I were like Three Musketeers, until Elijah appeared, then switched roles with Grayson in our lives due to his...distance. Basically Grayson got sidelined to being D’Artagnan.