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Part Three

Veronica

I was curled up on Mike’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and the slight rise and fall of his chest. His arm was throw across my back as his fingers strummed lazily along my forearm. My eyes gazed up into the trees, the sunlight trickling magically through the leaves like an intricate maze, striving to reach the earth. The air was musty, still stale from Autumn. No snow was in sight for the leaves were so tightly packed that there was no way it could reach the ground. My legs stretched, my bare feet scratching against the wool blanket underneath us. Pulling in closer again, I shivered.

“Cold?” Mike asked, immediately aware of my trembling body.

“Kinda,” I admitted, sitting up.

“Me too.” He grinned like a fool, sitting up. His shirt was off, his muscles those of a body-builder. He was ripped, as my friends would call it. I usually didn’t go for that but on Mike, it was hot.

“Here.” He threw me his sweatshirt before tugging on his shirt.

“Thanks.” Slipping my head through the hole, I caught a whiff of his expensive cologne, the stuff I had bought him years ago. A wave of emotion hit me square in the chest, and I froze. Monica just didn’t get it. Mike and I had history together. Yeah, he could be a jerk sometimes but that wasn’t all the time. They didn’t see the other side of him. The sweet and sensitive side. Like him throwing me a sweatshirt when I was cold. Swallowing hard, I stuck my arms through the sleeves, coming back reality.

Mike returned to my side, pulling me back into his arms. “We should have gone someplace else.”

“Yeah, we’re idiots,” I intoned, and he laughed, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek. He leaned over and kissed my forehead, an action that sent my eyelids fluttering. My eyes met his and our lips came together. I didn’t want to leave. This is exactly where I wanted to be. In Mike’s arms.

Forever.

William

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! I struggled with the thought, my muscles contracting and bending, craving the wolf form. But I prevented the transformation, too in shock to change at the moment. Yeah, I have seen them kiss, even make-out. But this….this was different…

Mike’s hands were under her sweatshirt while hers were removing his shirt again. Swallowing hard, I quickly turned in the opposite direction. I didn’t want to see anymore. Running fast, I left the thick trees for the open pastures. As I leapt from the forest, I changed in mid-air, my wolf form ripping away my human appearances. Letting loose a wild howl, I hit the earth running, my claws digging up dirt. Plowing through a snow pile, I let loose another howl, picking up the speed until I was a mere blur.

I wanted to run. I wanted to forget what I just saw. I wanted to remember Veronica as she was earlier, even if she had been mad at me. It was better than thinking of her as the girl curled up in the woods half-dressed, making-out with a complete moron who was more interested in getting his hands down her pants than about the person she was.

Just then, with the impact of a freight train hitting a moving van, I was thrown to the ground. In reflex, I spun and closed my jaws around a mouthful of thick fur. A yelp was heard and I jumped back. Standing before me was a wolf, about the size of myself with wild blue eyes like my own and a pelt of silver.

It was Adam.

What are you doing here? I asked in my mind.

He cocked his head. It’s late. You should be at home already.

I snarled. I’m not a pup anymore, Adam!

Tell that to Chris.

Snorting, I continued on down through the cow pastures and into another forest. Adam fell into step with me. It was nice having a member of the pack with me. It helped calm my nerves. I knew Adam sensed the turmoil within me. In our wolf forms, when one was close to another pack member, it was like we could feel each other’s emotions. I concentrated on Adam’s then. His was that of complete relaxation. That was always Adam’s feelings. He was so laid-back I sometimes wondered if he could feel anything else.

What’cha thinking about?

Food, I lied swiftly without a second thought, picking up the pace. Adam matched it easily, his tongue lolling out of his mouth like a fool.

We made short work of the countryside and reached the farm in less than ten minutes. Chris was waiting for me outside, his large form leaning casually against the barn’s wall. Rolling my eyes, I changed swiftly, Adam following suit. Chris threw us each a pair of pants, and we dressed quickly.

“Where were you?” he asked once we were clothed properly. He was taller than I was with a chiseled hard-looking face. His body was nothing but muscles and bones, his frame huge. His eyes were the same electric blue that all of my brothers’ had.

“None of your business,” I growled, shoving past him into the house. The screen door whacked loudly against the trim.

“None of my business?” Chris challenged, ensuing behind. Adam hung back, sneaking quietly up the stairs. Sensing the fight coming on, I turned to face him.

“Chris, I’m full-grown now. You don’t have to watch over me anymore.”

“You know the promise I gave to mum before she passed. You, Adam, Luke, Travis, and Vince are all my responsibility. It just happens that you are the youngest.” He laughs softly.

Luke and Travis bounded down the stairs then. Identical twins, they pounced without mercy, wrestling me to the ground. Growling playfully, I threw punches, hitting rock-hard arms and legs. It was still a wonder to me how indestructible we really were.

“Hey, little bro!” Travis snarled, taking a handful of my hair.

“Little bro!” Luke echoed, aiming a sharp kick to my ribs that felt like a soft hit by a pillow.

“All right, all right!” Chris’ voice sounded from somewhere above and Luke and Travis rolled away from me. “Enough,” Chris scolded, receiving a few hateful glares from the twins. Brushing myself off, I stood. Luke and Chris both had mum’s ashy-blonde hair and same blue eyes. Their forms were like mine, lean and toned. They both were nineteen but acted closer to four.

“The twins acting like fools again?” Vince called from down the hall, slipping into the room followed by Adam. Vince mirrored Chris in almost every way except for his blonde hair. Only Chris and I had the inky-hued hair like our father. Adam was the smallest of the bunch, though he was the third oldest, his body scrawny. However, he was the fastest pack runner when in the wolf form. “Hey, I’m starving. What’s for grub, Chris?” Adam whined, rubbing his abdomen.

Chris laughed. Even if Adam was the smallest, he seemed to eat twice as much as the rest of us. “I’m not sure. Let’s see what we can scavenge from the fridge.”