"Lucy, your back," Chris says, a little shocked. Obviously my father hadn't told anyone about my return, probably in case mum murdered me, good thinking dad! Chris was taller than me, then again most were, thanks to mum for the short genes! When mum got hit with the short stick the fates must have thought it funny to whack me with the whole damn tree, I think to myself. Chris covers himself with his hand and I raise an eyebrow at him. His long dark hair falling loosely down his back.
"Nothing I haven't seen before, where is Tyson and Ace?" I ask him.
"Packhouse" I go to step around them when Chris steps in my way blocking me. I look up at the huge burly man and fold my arms across my chest and he smirks. "Always up to mischief, it is going to get you in trouble one day," He smirks.
"Ha me? I'm not trouble but if you don't move Chris trouble may find you," I tease.
"Maybe a phone call would be good first Lucy, they didn't realize you would be back," he says crossing his arms across his chest while my eyes dart down. He quickly realizes his mistake before dropping his hands to cover himself again and I chuckle at him as his face heats. He was around Tyson and Ace's age but I could tell I was making him uncomfortable.
"Since when do I need to call ahead, move Chris," I tell him and he sighs motioning to the other two to get out of my way. They followed me to the packhouse.
"I know where they live, you don't need to follow me Chris"
"I know just making sure you don't go off anywhere else, we've been having issues with Alpha Jamie," he says, and I turn around to face him.
"Alpha Jamie, since when is that anything new?" He shrugs and I look back up at the Pack house before turning to tell him to go only to find him gone already with the other two Wolves. I walk up the porch steps before hearing a moaning sound.
Looking out at the driveway, I see Melana red Suzuki swift and roll my eyes. I knew it shouldn't irk me but it does. Melana has been on and off with Ace for years now, I used to be friends with her but I couldn't stand the woman now.
She is Josey's sister, who was my friend still but Melana was also 5 years older than me and the same age as Ace and Tyson. Jumping off the porch, I walk around the side of the house stopping at Ace's window. His curtain was wide open and I could see the bitch jumping up and down on him like he was a pogo stick. I duck down when she looks toward the window. Covering my mouth as I snickered. Walking out back, I go to the shed looking around, my eyes lighting up when I see brake fluid on the shelf.
Grabbing it, I also find some white paint and grab that too. Fine she won't leave, I will make her. I think to myself as I walk back to the front yard. I tip the brake fluid on her car, squirting it on her paint knowing it will destroy it and eat the paint away. I toss the bottle before grabbing the tin of white paint and walk up the porch steps while undoing the lid with my claws. The front door suddenly opens and I hide the tin behind my back. Tyson stopped in his tracks when he saw me. A look of confusion crossing his gorgeous face
"Lucy?" He seems shocked but damn does he smell good. They have always smelt nice but his scent was mouth watering good, and so much stronger then I remembered. I hadn't seen them since last Christmas so it had been a good 8 months, but damn he looked better than ever.
"You're back," he says before I hear Melana moan loudly and the sound really gets on my nerves making me growl. Tyson looks over his shoulder at the door before turning back to me.
"Lucy, are you going to answer me," Tyson asks before reaching for me. I step back and his eyes dart to my arm behind my back.
"Hand it over, what have you got?" He scolds.
"Nothing" I lie when he jerks me toward him with my shirt.
"Lucy! Why do you have paint?"
"Decorating" I snorted trying to hide my laugh when he looked over my shoulder.
"What have you done?"
"Nothing yet," I tell him. Damn he smells good, I step closer inhaling his scent and he stiffens, his entire body goes tense, what is up with him?
"You smell different," I tell him when suddenly Melana moans out again, the sound sounded more like a war cry and she was about to go into battle. Yet for some reason I wanted to claw the bitches eyes from her skull and feed them to her. I shove past him and into the house, Tyson hot on my heels, he grabs my arm just as I reach Ace's bedroom door, sparks rush over my skin and he jerks his hand away when I gasp. Looking at me oddly and I see his eyes flicker to that of Tyrant, his wolf.
I was about to ask if he was alright when Melana just had to cry out again and I tossed the door open, getting a good grip on the tin and chucking the paint over her, also covering Ace in the process. She shrieks.
"What the fuck," Ace booms and I dart off shoving the paint tin in Tyson's hands laughing as I take off. Bloody bitch. I think to myself as I dart out of the pack house.
I hear Ace snap at Tyson. "What the fuck bro," Tyson doesn't answer and I rush out the back to the shed.