Winter Wolf

Chapter 7: Tests

Ira

After I got all the food out of my hair, I wrapped myself in a towel and looked around the room for clothes to wear. I wasn't going to wear my dress because it was dirty, and I'm sure Kostas wouldn't mind if I wore some of his clothes, right?

I walked around the bed and looked at the dresser. Before I could touch it, the door opened up and a guy walked in. It wasn't Kostas, and I felt myself blush as he stopped and looked at me. His eyes were wide and he looked me up and down. All I was wearing was a blue towel, and it showed a lot of my thighs.

He quickly looked down and handed me some folded clothes.

"These are for you," he said, obviously embarrassed. He looked really young, almost like a child.

"Um, thanks," I said, accepting the clothes.

He quickly left he room and slammed the door behind him. I smiled just because and I changed into the clean clothes. It was a pair of black shorts, a white tank top, and thankfully some clean underwear and a bra. Once I was dressed, I looked at the clock on the side table.

I rubbed my eyes. "It's almost one in the morning."

I walked over to the door and tried to open it. Tried. Meaning it wouldn't open.

"That jerk locked me in here!" I said.

Exhaustion was creeping up on me, and I really wanted to go to sleep, so I wandered back to the bed and laid down on top of the covers. Kostas wouldn't mind right?

"Oh shit, dad," I said, grabbing my phone. I completely forgot about him. What am I supposed to say?

I thought for about three minutes before I sent dad a text saying Cristy and I were going to spend the night at her hotel room. Within thirty seconds dad sent me a reply.

K

I hate when he tried to act like my age. I put my phone away and then instantly fell into the darkness of sleep.

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Kostas

I grabbed an apple out of the kitchen and ate it as I listened to the pack talk about their day. Mom stayed at her house, as usual; Troy and the guys trained once they got back; and the other guys just sat around missing their girlfriends. All the girls in the pack (besides my mom) were on this special vacation that my sister won for girls only and they were at this current moment in Paris, doing who knows what. Troy seemed to miss the girls the most, mainly because my sister was his mate.

Suddenly Philip came bouncing down the stairs with a big smile on his red face. I eyed him curiously as he walked over to the kitchen and grabbed some rolls. As soon as our eyes met, his smile faded and he looked scared. Lucas became suspicious and I walked over to him.

"What's the matter Phil?" I asked, emphasizing his name.

"Uh...n-nothing," he said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. What did he do?

He was now sweating and he couldn't hold my gaze anymore. He sighed in defeat and spoke quietly.

"I kind of walked in on the girl in your room."

I growled low. "What?"

"I didn't see anything! Honest!" Philip cried. "She was wearing a towel."

I growled more. "You saw Ira in nothing but a towel?!"

He slowly nodded and I calmed down my anger.