Book1 Chapter 11
Wednesday afternoon some idiot had hit the rear end of Trina’s car at a stoplight. Trina had been fine but her red Nissan had not been so lucky. The mechanics had said it would take a couple of day to repair so Tree had needed a ride.
“Go eat Kate,” Jason said, “We’ll be down hopefully before you leave.”
Lily held up her middle finger at his jab. I chuckled as I heading back down. Tristan was in the kitchen when I returned and had a fork aimed at Justin. “Hey Kate,” Tristan greeted jabbing at Justin’s outstretched hand. “I came down and found
this one about to raid everyone’s plate.”
I made sure to hit Justin upside the head as I passed him. Tristan handed me a plate and fork before going back to guarding the remaining plates. His and Justin’s were already in the sink. “Thanks,” I said kissing him on the cheek before taking a sit next to Justin. The rest of the occupants came downstairs while I was eating. Most of the wolves living in the pack house were mate-less college students who roomed at the pack house to save money where they could. Of course there were also the higher ranks members who stayed here because it was easier than getting their own place and having to go back and forth every day.
Mated wolves usually had their own places much like everyone else tried to for privacy. Living in the pack house meant that you had everyone else in your business. Jason and Lily had their own place that they stayed at on weekends or when
they wanted a night away from the pack. It’d been a wedding gift from Jason parents with he and Lily got married a couple months after she turned eighteen.
“What are you thinking so deeply about?” Tristan asked pulling me from my thoughts.
I set my fork down. “Just that I have to go visit Mr. and Mrs. Greyson after I pick Tree up from school.”
Jason, who’d since come down with Lily soon after Trina had come down for food, paled. “Crap. I was supposed to stop
by this weekend but…” But he’d made other plans as he usually did. “Kate, would you mind-”
‘Covering for you? Again?” I asked raising one eyebrow. “Yeah, that is so not happening.”
He clasped his hands together. “Please Kate? Come on, for your big brother?”
“Nope,” I replied popping the p. “I’d much rather hang you out to dry. Call it revenge for last time when you bailed on family
diner and I got to listen to your mom go on a major guilt trip saying that her only son doesn’t love her and he never calls.”
Everyone cringed. We’d all seen one of those trips. Sarah Greyson had a knack for dramatics and she could make you feel
like you’ve broken her heart by doing something as simple as forgetting to wash the dishes. The worst part is that even
that you couldn’t help but feel like the scummiest person in the world every single time.
If there is such a thing as magic Mrs. Greyson wields it.
I glanced at the time on the stove. It was a little after 6:30 am. “Time to go Trina.”
She huffed and I had a flash of my childhood best friend, not for the first time since I’d met the girl. At first it’d felt like Trina was a copy of Alexandra brought to remind me that I’d left my old family. But now I couldn’t believe I thought that. Trina’s curls were a darker, browner red than Alexandra’s, and her eyes were more hazel than green. Trina was taller and not as slim figured.
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It was more than just their looks. Trina and Alexandra couldn’t be more different. Trina carried herself in way that threatened to pick up any object and use it to maim you if you looked at her the wrong way. She wasn’t the peppy, cheerleader type Alexandra had been but more the kid who sat alone at lunch because she didn’t like the other students.
Still, just for a moment it was Alex in front of me, not Trina. I guess the dream from last night still lingered in the front of my mind.
“Let’s go,” Trina said shattering the illusion my subconscious had shown me.
I nodded my head and grabbed my keys. “Go grab your bag,” I said slightly absentminded.
“Hey, are you okay?” Tristan whispered in my ear so softly that no one else heard.
I turned and looked up at him. “Yeah,” I answered just as softly fiddling with my necklace. “Just a dream I had.”
“Bad or good?”
I pressed my lips into a line for a moment. “A bit of both.” Dreams of my childhood were always bitter-sweet.
Tristan didn’t question me further and I was grateful. He knew me well enough to know when I wouldn’t say anything more. “Kate!” Trina called.
