MITCH“Am I the only one still thinking about Summer's scent yesterday?” I lifted an eyebrow at my brothers, who were working hard on the desktops.“I'm still pondering about that,” Miles looked up, his reply instantaneous. “I said nothing at first because I thought you guys would think I'm crazy for talking about it.” “Same.” Mike glanced up from his system. “I'm still disturbed. Somehow, the scent is familiar. Like we have met someone with such an odd smell. It's strange, though. That's not the human odour we are used to.”“What if he's not a human?” I blurted out, looking up at them. “Have you thought about that?” “Yep.” Miles nodded, while Mike looked like it was the first time something like that had passed through his mind. “That was my thought when I perceived it.” I sat up, still looking at them. “What do you say we do?” “What else? We will just watch things out. Since our baby girl said she knows who he is, and went to college together, I doubt there's anything wrong
SUMMERMy mates were true to their promises. They didn't ask more about John, though I expected to hear them inquire about it. It felt odd that they acted like whatever I did wasn't their concern. I tried to ask them about it but thought more about the question. It would seem like I got a friend just so I could see them get angry and possessive of me, which wasn't my plan at all. The only thing they asked when I returned after the lunch meeting I had with John was why I smelled odd. They were still hell-bent on their beliefs that there was something wrong with John's smell. I told them it must be his perfume, and they demanded to know if I hugged him. When I replied in the negative, they pointed out that his scent wasn't about his perfume, but his natural smell, telling me there was something wrong with my friend. But that was all. They didn't inquire more about him, opting to let me do whatever I pleased, as long as I was safe. Yeah, those were their words. They didn't care how ma
It was two weeks after meeting John that I noticed something odd about him. It wasn't obvious at first, and I seemed to have overlooked it when we were in college. Or you could say he started it new. He said something about feeling too lazy to climb the stairs during our first lunch together after the reunion, right?It turned out he needed my permission before he could enter both my office and car, something that didn't sit well with me. The first time I asked him to meet me at the office, but he asked something odd. “Should I come in?” That was his question when I called to tell him I was busy and would like to have lunch with him in my office. Playfully, “I told him yes, of course.” And that was why he met me upstairs. From that time, he didn't ask for permission and always came up on his way back to work. I had forgotten that incident until the day he came in a cab. I offered to drive to the restaurant he chose. Instead of entering the car like a normal person would, he asked
MILESWe sat down, watching the people of the pack as they discussed among themselves. We didn't tell Summer we were having a meeting with them, knowing she would love to go with us. We wanted to keep this a secret from her until we were certain they were ready to accept her. Sighing, I watched our people. The ones present were the elders and those working in public offices. The only ones who weren't with us were the teachers, though each was watching us with their phones or laptops. We made it this way, so they could concentrate on their students while listening to us. We also made it possible for them to contribute to what we would discuss in the meeting. This way, none of them would claim we did not inform them about it like we knew they would. For those who were always against whatever decision we made, they might try to slip out from it all. Mitch cleared his throat as he got up from the armchair he was reclining on. The moment they noticed him standing, the entire place went
“Is there anyone who has an objection concerning this? You are free to make your thoughts known. We won't hurt you or fault you for saying your mind. You are free to whatever thoughts you might have. Everyone has freedom of choice. We will never force you to support what you don't want. So, what are your replies?” Mitch looked around, his gaze going to the big screen set up, to know if the ones watching us had something to say. Just like those in the hall, they knew objecting would only land them in trouble. “We support your decisions, Alpha!” They chorused, knowing it was the right thing to do if they wished to keep their heads. When they quieted down, Jeremy raised his hand. “I have something to say, Alpha!” He called out when Mitch didn't notice him. “Oh. Please tell us what you have in mind, Jeremy. Please keep in mind, that everyone is entitled to their choices. We are not forcing you to support us. You are free to speak your mind with reasons, just like Elder Mazi did. I'm no
SUMMER“Are you alright, Luna?” Don asked, rushing over to me. He must have seen me rise from the bench when I saw Fred. “Is everything alright?” He demanded, sounding worried. “Yeah, I'm good.” Nodding, I forced a smile, wondering if I had imagined everything. But there was no way that could be the truth. He turned to stare at me, so I didn't imagine seeing him. Fred was just here. Don didn't look convinced by my response. He frowned, looking at the spot Fred was standing before he turned to focus on me. “Did you see someone you knew?” He seemed to be fishing for an answer from me, trying to know why I acted the way I did. Smiling, I shook my head as I stepped back. “I'm good.” I perceived he could tell the smile was forced, from the way he looked at me, with his eyebrows raised. He didn't ask anymore, though. Shrugging, he helped me back to the bench. “Should I get a bottle of water for you?” He inquired, ready to go on any errand I might send him on. Frowning, I glanced arou
When I looked behind me and didn't see the familiar red car that had been a constant for me, I thought little about it, knowing they had to take time before turning. It wasn't their fault that I gave little warning to them before I did. I had just driven a mile or so when a car blocked my path. Puzzled, I tried to avoid colliding with it by driving back, so I could drive by the side, only for my car to get hit on the back. “What the freaking fuck?!” I cursed, trying to drive my car out, only for the one in the front to smash into it. I knocked my head on the steering wheel, losing consciousness.….My head hurts. Every part of my body felt like it survived a run-down. I attempted to open my eyes, but it felt difficult. Something wet and warm trickled down the side of my face. I tried to raise my hand, to touch my head but realized I couldn't move it.What's happening?I wondered, recalling what happened the last time I was awake. At the thought of that, I snapped my eyes open, winc
MITCHWe ran out of the house and got into the car. My heart was thumping loud in my chest as I urged Mike to drive the fuck faster. Unlike him, he didn't snap at me to come drive if I wished to go any faster. He knew how important that was to us. We reached the human city faster than we would have normally gone. We didn't take the highway like normal. He took a detour, and we got to the scene faster than it would have taken had he gone through the highway.Don was the one who sent a message to me, and they were waiting for us when we got there, their eyes red. I didn't wait for Mike to kill the engine before I rushed out, heading to them with my eyes blazing with fury. “What the fuck happened?” I growled. “Where the fuck is Summer?” Wordlessly, Don pointed at the car that was bashed in beyond recognition. “Before we got here, she had already been taken.” He sniffed. “I was at fault, Alpha!” He knelt and bowed. “Please take my worthless life. I know it won't bring the Luna back, b