Devoted To You

six

"Love Is Like a Butterfly" -Dolly Parton

     Wendy, with no time to waste, went to the silverware drawer to retrieve a knife, giddy as she did so. Adam stood there motionless, did she realize what was in the brownies? 

     Adam was still confused as to who the woman was. He was about to question the blond before he saw his mate cut a corner piece, Adam jumped into action.

      "Woah there, wouldn't want to spoil lunch, huh?" Both women looked up at him in confusion. Wendy's hand frozen in place as it's stabbed into the dessert, "Um, my name is-"

       "Oh, I know exactly who you are, Adam," the woman cut him off, taking off her coat, tossing it over one of the dining chairs, "Little Wini here has told me all about you."

      Wendy rolled her eyes, continuing to cut the brownie in large pieces before taking a corner piece as her own, "How exactly do you know who I am?"

       The blond sat on the chair that occupied her jacket, crossing one long leg over the other, "Uh, how else?" She said with a 'duh' tone, "Wini rang me up not but half an hour ago in a tizzy, telling me this hunk of a man stumbled upon her cabin last night, all bloodied and bruised," the woman laughed, her head falling back as she did so.

      "The girl was in hysterics! Demanding I come over immediately because some big man was stomping through her house." She stopped to collect herself, "And then she tells me that Bo has been missing for more than a week now... Goodness, this girl was balling her eyes out."

      At the sound of her friend making her seem dramatic, Wendy slapped her hand on the cracked counter, taking her brownie piece, stomping out to the living room, "Whoops, looks like I upset her," the blond said nonchalantly.

      The television's volume was turned up an octave, making both the woman and Adam look towards the direction she had stomped in. Adam took it upon himself to look in on her, finding Wendy in her usual spot on the floor, in front of the t.v., and her dog's head in her lap as she ate her "magic brownie".

      Adam moved back to his original spot in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning his shoulder against it, large arms crossed over his chest, "So," Adam started, gaining the blond's attention, "who are you?"

      She snickered once, flipping through the newspaper she had brought along with her, "The real question is... Who are you, werewolf boy?"

      Adam's light brown eyes widened only slightly as his heart raced a mile a minute, "I... I'm not exactly sure what you mean by 'werewolf boy'," he said with an eye roll.

      "Calm down, Adam. You're not the only one in this town that knows a few of you shifters." Adam sits in the only other chair across from her, "I'm Emerson O'Brien but don't call me that. I go by Em and that's it," she waited for him to nod.

      "If you do anything remotely to upset or hurt that woman in there, I'm gonna be the last thing you see before you flutter your precious eyes closed, your heart stops beating its little rhythm, and my cackle of a laugh will be the last thing you hear before you fade away to nothing. You got me?"

      Adam didn't want to admit it, but he almost began to choke on his saliva, nodding while he mumbled, "Yes, ma'am."

      Em's cold face vanished as she flicked a page of the newspaper, a small smile and a nod replaced, "Good, then we should be friends then. I know what you are and I think I know the real reason why you're still in this cabin instead of out being a mutt-"

      Adam ignored the insulting word, "I'm still healin' from a wound-"

      "Highly doubt that..." She sang.