Beware Of The Dog

Chapter Seven: Racing Hearts

Three hours had passed since Avon returned to the pack house. Avon worked on boarding up the window as Mica cleaned the rest of the house, music resonating off of the walls. By the time they had finished, it was nearly four in the afternoon. "What are you going to do when the rest of the pack comes back?" Mica sat next to Avon in the basement, the dim light barely making his face visible. Avon sat silent, biting her bottom lip as she pondered. No matter what she did, there wasn't anything good coming out of her return. Either the members pursue her in the basement, or she meets any of them by chance and still get attacked. No matter what she thought about, she would still get beat. She sighed and laid down on her bed carelessly, as if she was resigning to whatever was going to happen in the future. "I won't do anything." She muttered, her hands in her hair. The bed creaked as Mica shifted his position to face her, his expression full of discontempt. "But-" he began to whine, but was stopped. "I met a rogue while I was away." His attention was completely diverted, pouncing towards Avon in concern. "A rogue?! Did they hurt you? Are you okay?! What happened?!"

Her leg shot up as he pounced towards her, stopping him from completely falling over her body. Mica tended to be overly physical, even if he didn't realize it. Which he didn't. "He didn't hurt me. He bandaged me and brought me back here." Mica didn't look convinced, sitting back and crossing his legs. "You didn't think he had ulterior motives?" He asked, leaning forward. "Like, what if he wanted to, like - I don't know - use you as bait to attack another wolf?! Wouldn't that be crazy?!" Avon ignored his words as he gasped, falling beside her. He was right. Derrik is a rogue, and he is potentially dangerous. His physique could easily match Tristan's, if not stronger. At least, he certainly was taller than Tristan. "I wish he would attack someone." Avon spat, turning over and facing the wall.

Mica laughed heartily as he brushed his fingers through Avon's long hair, splayed out across the bed like a fan. "Tell me more about him!" His eagerness was extremely evident, Avon didn't need to see Mica to know that he wanted to see Derrik for himself, despite complaining that he was dangerous. Avon recalled her experience with the oh-so-dangerous rogue, who slapped a hand over his face so hard that it left a red mark. "An idiot." She began. It was the easiest place to start, especially since Derrik was so... silly. "Brash. Airheaded. An idiot." Mica laughed again, sitting up once more. "You called him an idiot twice." He smiled, placing his head on his knees. "Is he hot, at least?" Taken aback, Avon turned to look at Mica with eyes full of disgust. "Oh my god, don't look at me like that! I mean, if he was such an idiot, at least he had the looks to make up for it, right?" Mica shrugged, "I'd gladly run away to take a chunk of him, if you know what I mean."

Avon couldn't help but slap his leg, Mica yelping and holding his "wound." She didn't want to think about Mica and his "availability" for other men, especially since it landed him in a ridiculous amount of trouble before. Derrik was his type, though. Tall, muscular, defiant and stupid. Avon recalled his shaggy, silky hair, and his sharp eyes full of mistrust. His jaw was sharp enough to cut through paper. She shook her head, not wanting to delve any deeper. "He sounds like a beta, though. I only like alphas, I swear!" Mica cried out. His personal motto was "Go big or die." He only sought out alphas, who he believed would be able to take him out of this misery. Many omegas believe that as well, wishing for their mates to be alphas. By being mates with an alpha, one would get protected and treated ten times better than they would be treated without a mate, especially in the pack house. Many of the betas would never go against alphas, especially if they were to be the pack leader.

Except Avon. She wished for anything but Tristan to be her mate, yet here she is. Almost as if on cue, Mica and Avon heard the door open above their heads, footsteps pouring into the house like a parade. "Shit." Mica growled, "They're back already. I wish they'd get a life, or something." Avon's heart began to pound as she heard the steps of her pack mates, a sweet smell filling her head. It was faint, yet intoxicating enough to make her toes curl. It made her want to throw up. Mica looked down at her, his voice low and deep. "I'll go up there and to the attic when they get settled. I'll try to be quiet, so they don't notice you're here." Avon sat up and nodded. Her room was already covered in her scent, no one bothered to check in the basement to know if she was down there or not. Mica lived in the attic, away from the other members as well. It was a long trip, but Avon knew that Mica was slick enough to slip past the other members without gaining too much attention.

The steps died down after a moment, Mica standing and looking down at Avon with a sad smile. "I'll text you later." Avon nodded once more, anxiety still bubbling inside of her. Her voice was sad and quiet, Mica almost missing her words as he made his way up the steps.

"Goodnight."

It didn't take long for Mica to send her a text. He had to endure the shoves and the trips of the other members, yet he returned to his room without any serious wounds. Avon was glad that he made it back to his room safe, yet couldn't help but worry of what was to come if she went to school the next day. Her arrival would cause the entire pack to immediately hound her, and it was unpredictable enough for Avon to even imagine. It was definite that she wouldn't leave school unscathed, but to return after running away from the pack? Especially when she is hated as much as she is? Avon didn't know how bad she would be beaten, at worst she would fracture a couple of bones.

She tossed and turned at the thought of it. Just maybe, she can take Mica and run away into rogue territory. No. She shook her head and bit her lip as she pulled the covers over her shoulders. As weak as they were, they had no means of defending themselves. As well as being omegas... she didn't want to even imagine what could happen during heat season. The stories and rumors that circulate around rogue omegas was horrifying enough to keep Avon awake at night, such as tonight. She got lucky with Derrik. That was the only thing that she could think of. The safest bet would be to stay within the pack house, even if they beat her senseless.

As she was thinking to herself, the knob to her room rattled as the door open. Avon shot up, fear bursting through her body as she held her breath. "Who's there?" She called out, barely supressing her trembles. It was then that the air became filled with the familiar, intoxicating scent. Avon knew who it was. Her eyes opened wide as she moved herself far from the door, her hand to her chest as she pressed into the wall.

It was Tristan.