Okay, so I might have lied quite a bit about not being attached to Fate. To be honest, it's kinda nice to have someone around for longer than an hour or two.
What makes Brendon so sure that the wolves are gonna die, anyway? Unless, of course, the paranoid voice in the back of my head is right, and he's the owner of those breeding pits.
In the evening, instead of going to the club, I ignore my hunger and hunt out Fate's now familiar scent. I end up standing outside of a seedy motel that reeks of sweat and sex. I look up at it with a small frown. Why would he be here?
I knock on his door.
"Come in," he says and I push the door open, stepping inside. The smell inside the room is even worse than outside, but I manage not to gag. I look down at him - he's stretched out on the bed in just his boxers. He looks up at me, and my warning of his possible demise and my curiosity about him and Brendon sort of seize up in my mouth and nothing comes out. "You okay?"
I lean back on the door and turn my gaze to the nicotine stained ceiling, shrugging. I notice him sort of shrug too out of the corner of my eye. He stretches and I let out a tiny sigh.
"Brendon and I had another of our little chats earlier. He said that you and your pack were gonna go after the vampire with the breeding pits," I say kind of quietly.
"That's what he said. He also said you wouldn't survive."
"He obviously doesn't know how awesome we are." I shrug again.
"He seems to know you well enough. You'd have thought he would notice how ‘awesome' you are," I mutter. Wait. Is that a hint of jealousy there in my voice? He arches an eyebrow at me and I glance at him before looking back at the ceiling. "He told me all about how you're his. Like you're some kind of possession."
"Guess I'm like his pet or something," he says kinda shrugging. I kneel over him, moving faster than Brendon. Normally I go at a human pace, but I don't have to pretend here.
"Doesn't that bother you?"
"I dunno. It would bother most people."
"I can turn into a dog, I'm used to being treated like a pet." I lean down, using one hand to support me as I brush his hair back with my other. I open my mouth to say something, but change my mind. Something else comes out instead.
"Sorry. I should go. You're probably waiting for someone," I mumble, glancing around the room.
"What makes you say that?"
"People don't come to places like this to go to sleep," I mutter, stating the obvious.
"Covers up scents quicker." Ah.
"Then I really should go. I doubt you wanna stay here longer than you have to..." I start to move back, but his voice stops me.
"Why're you really here?"
"I dunno. I'm no good at this emotional shit." He arches an eyebrow and I sigh, sitting back on my heels. "I guess Brendon kinda made me realise I actually kinda like having you around," I mumble quietly, doing my best to not blush. He smiles and I look away, kind of embarrassed. "I shouldn't get attached. If the crazy vampire bitch doesn't kill you, Brendon will find a way to keep me away from you." Oh and his alpha will rip my throat out. Forgot to mention that one. I feel his eyes on me and I glance back at him. He sits up and I watch as his lips glide towards mine.
I kiss back, wrapping my arms around him, smiling a little as he runs his hand through my hair. He presses his forehead to mine and I close my eyes. When I open my eyes again, his are closed. I cuddle him a little closer. I don't really understand how I feel about him, but I guess I'll work it out at some point. Hopefully before one of us is killed.
He snuggles into me and I kiss the top of his head absently.
"What?" I ask when he chuckles.
"What happened to not getting attached?"
"I said I was no good at this emotional shit." He laughs and I bite my lip a little.
"What?" he questions.
"Well what're we gonna do, huh? I'm getting attached and one of us is likely to be murdered any day now, either by the crazy vampire, or Brendon. Or your alpha." That and I'm not sure I'm liking this whole attachment thing. I mean, I have no idea how he feels about me. ‘Cause the whole huggy, clingy thing... it's just who he is, isn't it?
"She doesn't have to know a thing, Brody. And I can deal with Brendon." I hum slightly, kissing his neck, and doing my best to ignore the gorgeous throbbing veins beneath his skin. I knew I should've fed before coming here. He tilts his head and I plant another kiss on his neck. A hum vibrates through his throat and I kiss his jaw. I can't just use him for blood all the time, y'know?