A Wolf's Tale

12

This is gonna be another long one, guys! Sorry! I hope you enjoy this Halloween chapter!

Three gruesome weeks pass and Halloween night is upon us. Megan had nightmares but thankfully they finally stopped. Sierra has almost completely healed, my wounds healed, Kendall's bump is growing at a vast pace, and Keith is hiding somewhere in the woods.

Sierra spent a few days in the hospital until I signed her release papers because she was healing at a supernatural rate.

My chest healed fairly quickly as well. Kendall is now 2 months pregnant and growing quickly for a vampire mother.

Keith left Kyle a shit ton of money to take care of the last of the mortgage payments, bills, and whatever else we need. For a shitty person, he is very generous with his money. However, he was strict in saying that none of the money directly go to me or Sierra.

"Babe, get your costume on! Kyle wants us to be dressed and ready before the guests arrive!" Sierra exclaims through the bathroom door.

I run a towel through my shopping wet hair, water quickly collects on the towel, seeping onto my hand. I grab my pants, shirt, and suspenders from the doorknob and place them on the counter.

I roll my eyes and look at my bare chest. A small white line sits annoyingly on my abdomen, stupid pipe.

I quickly dry my body off and put my boxers on. I continue to get dressed in my dress shirt. I quickly button my dress shirt before moving onto my dress pants.

I grab my dress pants from the doorknob and slip them on. I carefully tuck my dress shirt into my dress pants and fix the wrinkles stained onto my shirt.

Next, the suspenders. They lay tightly on my shoulders and grasp onto my pants for dear life.

I walk out of the bathroom and am greeted by Sierra looking ravishing as always. She places her fake pistol between her thigh and garter, then sends a smirk my way. Angelina Jolie has nothing on Sierra, she should've been in 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith', not Jolie... because damn!

"Stunning... just stunning, babe." I mumble, a smirk grows on my face.

She walks closer to me, her heels click against the floor, she takes the pistol out of her garter and places it against my six pack.

"Do you surrender, Mr. Greyson?" She asks.

"Not a chance, your aim is almost as bad as your cooking, sweetheart." I quote the movie with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes and tucks her pistol back into her garter. Just as she pivots her heels to turn around, I gently grab her forearm and pull her close to me.

I slowly walk towards the bare wall, causing her to back up. However, the hesitation to move shows cautions of something behind her.

Her wandering eyes hit the floor beneath her in worries of bumping into something. I lift her chin up with just the tip of my finger, her gaze locks onto my face. I slowly nod and continue to walk towards the wall.

Once her back touches the wall, she shallowly takes a sigh of relief and weakly smiles.

"I wouldn't let you fall, but if you did fall, I would catch you and wouldn't let you go. Not now, not ever." I whisper into her curly dirty blonde locks.

Shivers race up the back of her neck as my warm breath hits the nape of her neck. She slowly tilts her head in satisfaction. She places her hands on my chest and grips my button up.

I grip under her thigh and pull it up towards my hip, then place my other hand against her back.

I close my eyes and slowly press my lips against hers. She kisses back and runs her well manicured fingers through my hair. I slowly make my way down to her neck once more and gently leave hickeys.