Rogue (Lesbian Story)

Practice

Sky's P.O.V.
It's well passed midnight with the moon resting high above my head. The newest members of the pack fell asleep once they received their beds and roommates, leaving the house eerily quite. Harry, Claire and Santiago left about an hour ago to patrol the border, making sure those rouge wolves didn't think twice about returning. Kota and Scar had fallen asleep long ago and Havana had grown attached to five little girls and refused to leave their side.

So, that leaves me here. Alone. I don't mind it. I need this time to think. Thirty-five people just joined my pack. That's thirty-five new mouths to feed, thirty-five futures to plan for, thirty-five lives to look out for. And it's all on me. They were now my responsibility and I'd be damned if I failed them.

Reclining in my chair, I rake my hands through my messy hair, sighing loudly. This is a lot of work. Peyton set up a system for me, helping me calculate how much each person should, ideally, need financially but realistically, I've set aside the surplus for every individual because I still don't know them or their needs.

Someone faintly knocks on my door, a voice that I cannot recognize asks for entrance as they wait patiently on the other side for my approval. Sitting up straight, I give them permission to enter and I'm more than surprised to find two girls, at most a year younger than myself, walking into my office.
They walk in but they are polar opposites. The girl on the right walks with fierce confidence, surprising me even. Already, I can tell that she takes no shit and will, most likely, be a hard one to deal with. She plops herself down in one of my office chairs, obviously making herself at home. The girl on the left, on the other hand, walks with confidence but of a different breed. With her head held high, she makes it about half way in before she stops before me, silently asking for my permission. With a nod of my head, she takes a seat next to her reckless friend, silently chastising her for her behavior.

Eyeing them cautiously, I wait for either of them to speak but when no one does, I resume my paper work and give them time to sort out their thoughts. Thirty minutes pass and both of them have yet to utter a word, much less make a sound. I don't mind it thought. I still have yet to learn their intentions but I wasn't going to judge. Maybe they just needed somewhere to think or needed someone with them in order to sleep, whatever the cause, I was willing to wait.

Glancing up, I see that the reckless girl has perched herself against the body of her friend, who was fast asleep. She too has fallen asleep, their bodies moving in sync. Raising out of my chair, I grab one of the blanket that I keep in here for long nights and drape it over their peaceful bodies before going back to my work. After an extra two hours of working I organize my papers, making sure that I placed the unfinished ones on top and file them away. Looking at the time, I'm surprised that I stayed up the whole night. Training starts in two hours and yet the entire house is still quiet.

Getting up, with a long strecth, I walk over to the two girls, gently shaking their shoulders to wake them for their long day. Waking up in a frenzy, they both jump off the couch frantically looking for a deeper reason to being woken up. Looking into their frantic eyes I can only see on thing and it saddens me. Fear. They are afraid of what awaits them. How many times had they gone to sleep and awoken just to be greeted my fear, or a reason to be afraid. The blonde, reckless girl, stand protectively before her friend, daring anyone to try and hurt her.

"It's okay." I explain, keeping my expression soft, not sure how to gauge their reactions. After a few seconds of uncertainty, they both relax, seeming to remember where they are. "Come on, breakfast should be ready soon and by the looks of it. You both need as much food as you can get." Before either of them can respond, I turn and walk out the door and, after the unmistakeable sound of a whimper and a few grunts, they are both following me towards the fresh smell of eggs.