93-Moving on

Samson’s POV

“Baby, Patty, where are you two?” I call, unlocking our door. The house is dark and quiet. “Hello? Anyone home?”

I start to search the house. I don’t even smell them. I start turning on lights, as I go from room to room.

I have been to all the rooms on the first floor, when I start to panic a little. My mate and baby sister are missing.

“Rebecca,” I yell, as I start running from room to room. As I open Rebecca’s closet, I am hit with silly string to my face. “What the?”

“Gotcha,” I hear Rebecca and Patty say, in unison. They both start to run.

I try to get the silly string out of my eyes, as they run and lock themselves in Patty’s room. Which I orb into.

“Don’t run from a wolf who can orb,” I say, grabbing them both. I kiss Rebecca’s lips and the top of Patty’s head.

“We got you!” Patty squealed.

“We were actually aiming for Ike, I thought you went to Silver Creek,” Rebecca pouts.

“Yeah, Ike would be funnier than you.” Patty