A Song For You, Mate. (ON HOLD)

A Song For You, Mate. - Chapter Twenty - Part 2.

Asher's P.O.V.

Their living room was extremely
Homely. It had remained almost the same since every time I had been in here. There were black leather sofas dotted with different coloured cushions, mostly red, a variety of coloured bean bags dotted about on the floor, a big mahogany table, which places upon that was a large plasma screen tv, then on the other mahogany furniture, pictures were placed around of all the pack, and the light from the sun that was still slightly up made it's way through the open curtains of the windows which lined the wall. Taking a seat on one of the sofas, I just looked around at all of the pictures for a few minutes, taking in what all the pack members used to look like when they were younger.

Sitting down on the arm of the sofa, Connie just waited for her brother to come and meet us in the living room.

"Asher?" Walking in to the room was Cameron Walker, in a pair of red basketball shorts and a grey shirt. Plopping down on one of the sofas opposite me, he made himself comfortable by switching on the TV and placing the remote control back on table.

"What's up man?" Not wanting to talk about my issues yet as they were slightly embarrassing, I used diversion for a second so I could figure out exactly what I wanted to say.

"Dad's still quite the craftsman and woodworker huh?"

"Huh?" Scrunching his face up into a confused look, I bashed my knuckle against the mahogany coffee table which I had no doubt that if his father had not of made, someone in his pack definitely would have.

"Oh right! The table. Yep. Still going strong on that woodwork." Letting out a little chuckle, he looked up at me, slightly expectantly, waiting for me to tell him why I was really here. Admittedly it was slightly out of character for one of us to go out of our ways to see each other since we were both always busy, and especially if we knew we could just see each other at school.

"Okay then!" Clapping his hands together, he leaned forward in his seat.

"We have given you three minutes and 47 seconds - now 48 may I add - to tell us what exactly has you sweating in our living room and you haven't told us. So how about I just bring it up? Are you gonna tell me exactly why you needed to come and see me or am I going to have to guess Asher?"

My mouth opened and closed, but to no surprise I couldn't fathom the words to express what I needed to explain.

"Alrighty then! Let's guess. I'm thinking it's a certain thing? No, let me be more specific, a certain person, that is approximately five foot seven, has thick black hair, green forest like eyes, and has a nick name that sounds quite similar to the mythical creature that lurks in the Scottish waters?"

"Fuck me. How did you know?" Dragging my hand down my face I looked at him to see the teasing in his eyes.

"Call it a hunch, shall we say?" Batting his eyelashes at me he started to laugh a little bit, but got serious again just as fast.

"So what's up? Seriously? If you came here asking for my advice on how to pick up my best friend you can just leave now. She's not someone that I'm gonna let anyone toy with Knight." Looking straight in my eyes, he had a seriousness that I had never seen in Cameron before. It was territorial, with an underlying threat. Turning back to the television, he then finished off his little explanation. "Especially not someone like us."

Now, I didn't see anything wrong with what he just said. In fact I think it was perfectly accurate for him to be protective over his best friend. It's what anyone would do. His protectiveness was actually admirable, and my wolf and I were both pleased that our mate has such a loyal comrade.