The D'immortalis

Chapter Four

"Welcome to the pack house."

My head spins in dumbfounded awe. "So many were-doggies!" I screech in excitement. Mid-jump, I spot a little boy walking through the halls. His eyes forward, he glides past all the members cleaning the floors. For some reason, my legs move on its own and make their way behind. There's something with the aura of this boy that compels me to follow him. Oh god. I hope I'm not a paedophile. He looks so young. Oh, man. I really hope I'm not a paedophile.

"Eh? Danielle?" West attempts to call me, but his voice can't reach me. "Hey! Stop!"

I finally reach the little boy. My eyes meet his, as he turns around to face me. His black locks sway as his crystal gemstones sparkle. What a beautiful little boy.

"I'm not little," the boy scowls.

I'm taken back in shock before lurching to give him the biggest squeeze in my life. "Kawaii. You're so cute." I squeal through the hug, practically feeling his scowl branding on my skin. I wouldn't mind if it did. It's getting too creepy, even for me.

"H-hey! Danielle!" West calls out. "I-I don't think—"

"Oh!" I grin, releasing him only a tiny bit. "I'm so sorry. I'm Danielle! I'm West's mate, or so he says. And what's your name, little guy?"

He growls. "I'm not little! Have you been taught it's not cool to call guys little?"

I ignore him. "Hm, Maybe 'Tiny' will do."

He backs up in offence. "My name is Wyck. Don't you dare call me Tiny!"

I pull him into another agonising hug. "Aw, you're so adorable. Glad to meet you, Tiny!"

"Alright," West grumbles, pulling us apart and carrying me off to somewhere in the left side of the main entrance lobby. "Let's meet the others before you kill Wyck."

I pout, flailing my arms towards Tiny. "I won't kill him, I promise."

West shakes his head.

"Under order!" West stands against the podium in front of a large gathering on the second floor of the pack house. "We have a new member in our WestGate pack. This is Danielle, my m—" He's cut off by a random male who screams at me.

The man, or rather boy from his looks, points his index figure in accusation. "You! You!" he exclaims. "It's you, you spot-stealer!"

If only I could roll my windows up and push my seat back right now, I would do so so hard. But I can't. So I run.

I don't get fair. West is right behind me, so naturally, I turn to hit his face against his chest. I scowl as he places both hands on my upper arms and twists my body back to the front of the audience. My eyes awkwardly scan the audience staring back at me. Then, they land on the boy I stole the parking spot from. Wait, no. Caleb did it. That was all Caleb. He drove. He did it. Yes. If I keep playing that scenario true to my heart, I should be fine.

West sighs. "This is Danielle, my mate." His posture goes from hand-over-eyes-in-disappointment to straight-postured-physique-still-in-disappointment. "She will be your new Luna."

The sun is gleaming through the sheer, beige curtains. I eye West shuffling on his big leather chair. I want a big leather chair. It's squeaking so loud, like it's taunting me to steal it. Steeeeeal meeeeee, it squeals. How tempting. The room is big. There are bookshelves built in around his walls. Framing his table, along with multiple house plants, are velvet carpets, one statue piece on the left side and a bust piece on the right, and a row of guys in stoic military form. I cock my head a little. They seem to have the same silhouette but each guy shows a little of their interior appearance. I can see peaking through each of them. I scan their name tags that West must have put on for me before acquainting them formally... which ended up not being that formally.