"Can't you just understand?"
Aaron's vein were very visible and they were enraged ones.
"Understand what?"
"It's none of your business."
"We might be twins Aaron. But I deserve my respect. Don't talk to me that way."
"If you want your respect, earn it by minding your business."
"And watch you bully the girl?"
"I am not bullying anyone."
"What do you call this then?"
"She did something bad. Something disgraceful."
No, I didn't. I wanted to yell it as many times as was needed if it would make them finally believe that it was not me. I did not take that girl's phone. I did not hide it in my bag. I did not take the girl's phone. I did not hide it in my bag. I did not take the girl's phone. I did not hide it in my bag. My mind chanted it repeatedly. I was not a thief, my mother did not give birth to a thief. Everyone was wrong about me.
"How bad could it be to warrant such harshness from you?"
"Why do you always do this?"
"Do what, Aaron?"
"You never believe me. You make me sound like some bad person."
"Because you are."
"I am not."
"You guys should stop. You do realize you're arguing because of her?"
Zach pointed at me.
I think Aaron just realized that and it did not sit well with him. He looked annoyed with himself and his brother.
"We're not fighting over anyone."
Baron replied, cockiness blanketed his expression.
"I ask again, why are you here?"
"That is none of your business."
Baron said and went to make himself comfortable on the seat.
"You should have remained where you where you were."
"Why?"
"No one has time for your mischiefs, Baron"
"Now I'm counter out of the family? Now I'm the bad egg? The black sheep? The family's outcast? Is that it?"
His own anger was beginning to show. I could see his vein too. What was the reason behind his leaving? What was the bone of contention between him and his brothers? Had David chased him out of the house? Locked him out of his inheritance? As he had insinuated, was he an outcast? The family outcast? Was he a werewolf who had gone rogue? This Baron has this rugged aura. He seemed like the reckless, untamed kind of werewolf. Had he always been like that? Or he'd adopted it during his sojourn outside his father's pack? And there was also the mystery. The mystery surrounding him, like he had a lot of stories to tell but he'd preferred not to tell them. I knew twins were supposed to look like and have physical similarities or traits especially identical twins, but the one between Aaron and Baron was too much to ignore. They were so alike down to possessing the exact same shade of grey eyes and their body movements were the same. One could effortlessly be mistaken for another. How could their brothers tell them apart? Because I was sure I'd flop if I was asked to identify who was Aaron and who was Baron.
"Don't be melodramatic Baron."
Aaron scoffed.
"Now, I'm being dramatic huh?"
"Yes, you are."
"Having a happy family without me, I can see."
"You left. It was your choice, you made it. Don't hold anyone accountable for your actions."
"And I'm sure you know why I left. All of you do. So don't say it like I just woke up one day and left the house without a reason."
He roared. It was correct to say Baron was beyond angry right now. His eyes flashed green with gold rings circling the edges. It was a fast flash but the green and gold were so poignant that they were hard to miss. I'm guessing he was trying to control the take over of his wolf. I was scared of people transmuting into their wolves before me. It was quite threatening and caused me to shiver in fear.
The atmosphere in the room became thick with tension and shackled emotions. Each brother had gone quiet, except for Trenton who was always quiet.
"Baron, don't cause any more issues please."
Aaron's tone was no longer angry. He sounded tired and resigned. He plopped down on a sofa. I stood awkwardly in the room, clinging tightly to the wall trying to make myself less seen as possible. I did not understand the deal with them. I had no knowledge what was happening or had happened. And Lucas who might have told me about it or given me little clue as to what was happening wanted nothing to do with me. After today, the Salvatore boys would stay away from me. I knew it. They might no longer want to be seen with me. To have little or nothing else to do with me. Well, it was their legacy and that was their life. I understood their pain. I understood them. They had trusted me bad I fucked up. Only I did not fuck up. Only it was not me who had committed the heinous crime. I knew I had my shortcomings, my flaws. I knew how imperfect I was, but none of my flaws had anything remotely to do with stealing. I would never take what was not mine. I covertly wiped the tears that had dropped down my cheeks. The scene in the class today had been too embarrassing, too painful to have stuck in your mind but it was the only thing stuck in my mind. How I had gone from being okay to being depressed. The Wolf-It class was still there, worrying me to death. My missing clothes, I was yet to find them or know who had taken them. My life was crazy. And I thought Moon Rock pack had been tough. Here, it was tougher. Barely a week and I was already this close to losing it. To losing myself. It was all too much for me.
"I'm not here to cause issues."
"You're not?"
Lucas eyed him warily.
"I'm not."
"So what are you here for?"
"An eye for an eye."
The boys looked at him, confusion bold on their faces.
"What do you mean by that?"
Zach asked.
"I'm here to get my pound of flesh."
I observed his gaze sweep through the faces of his brothers then stopped at Aaron's.
"Does that ring a bell, Aaron?"