Lycan Blood Pack M.C.

Chapter 7

Lola’s P.O.V.

After 1 hour or so, we got lots of leather stuff to wear when we rode, but I would wear it all the time. After we bought the things we wanted then  spent a couple more hours finding our bike that stands out to us. 

Looking down the many rows of bikes, none that standout out to me, finally I found the one. It was a dark shade of red and was not too big, but it was not small either.

“ I see you have found the one.” I was so happy that this day came true and iam able to get one, but i would have to pay Zola back in some way.“ Yes, dear friend, yes, I have” Smiling with an evil look, like the color, I knew it was the one. While buying the bike and getting everything done with it, Zola found her bike, it was a nice bike, but mine was better. The shaded bike was light and shiny shade of blue. I wouldn't say I liked the color, but I could not complain because it will not be mine.

Looking at our new babies outside was way better because you could see way more than what I could see in the store. Finally, getting the keys, we hopped on and sped away while feeling like a kid at Christmas. Both giggling when we stopped to get food because I did not want to hear Zola complaining that she was hungry.

I noticed Reika starting to get unsettling,  this only happens when my father is close, or something happy was coming. I went stiff while feeling a panic attack coming on. No go away, leave me alone, no more, please. Zola noticed something was wrong because she saw me whispering those words over and over again.

“Lola, look at me, please.”

“No, go away, no,” she realized that I am having a panic attack, taking her hand and taking deep breaths just like she said, which helped calm me back down. Reika still keeps going back and forth while saying something that I could not hear her. I spaced out but came back when I heard the restaurant's door open, and looked up.

Declan P.O.V.

Scouting out the Blood Moon Pack for the fourth day, I notice that everyone was watching their backs running around like their heads were cut off. Realizing that something happened inside that packhouse made my wolf very angry. Getting hungry, I got on my black beast and rode to my favorite restaurant with the perfect meals I have ever tasted. 

Arriving at The Devil getting off my bike, my wolf howled nonstop until we got to the door. That was when I smelled the best thing ever, cinnamon, chocolate, with a hint of strawberry. But before I could walk into the door and go to a booth, my wolf growled MATE.