159, Raising serialkillers

159, Raising serialkillers
Tite

Nash, Amber and my aunt were helping me pack up my room. It felt strange to put everything in boxes. My brother had offered to let my things stay in my old room for now. If I tried to take all my boxes with me to our room at home, Nash and I would have to sleep outside, so I had accepted the offer. I had picked out a few things we could take with us on the ride home. The time in my old pack was coming to an end, and it was a little sad to realise this was the last time I would be here as a member of the pack. The next time we visited, I would be a guest. I was okay with it, even if it was a depressing thought. 

“Do you want us to give you a hand as well? You and my brother are moving into the Alpha apartment,” I asked Amber. She scrunched her nose. 

“Mara is being stubborn about it and I don’t want to push her with what happened to Kendra. We have given her a month to find a new place to live. After that I need to have the place redone. I’m sorry but I can’t live in a pink apartment,” she told us. We all laughed. 

“I thought dad had decided to move to the little house down by the ravine. The one grandpa built when he mated grandma,” I said. 

“He is. He seems really excited about it as well. Mara isn’t coming with him. They have decided to live separately for a while,” Amber explained. I thought about all the arguments and chilly moods I had seen from the two of them since I got back. 

“That seems like a good idea. Maybe they will figure things out, one way or the other,” I said. Amber and my aunt nodded. We had finished with the last box and I looked around. “It feels so empty,” I remarked. Nash pulled me closer to him.

“It will feel better when you get back home,” my aunt told me. I nodded. She was right. I was feeling homesick already. I was happy we would be setting off the next day. It would be a much smaller group heading back. There was a knock on my door and one of the warriors asked if Nash and I had a couple of minutes to spare. I asked him to come in and to my surprise, he wasn’t alone. The group consisted of almost all of the warriors that Ulf had left with me when he went after Avolona. 

“I think I have things to do elsewhere,” Amber said and excused herself. 

“And I need to find that biker of mine and make sure we are ready for the ride home,” my aunt said. Sven, the warrior who had knocked on the door, looked a little nervous. 

“What can we help you with?” Nash asked. 

“We have been thinking,” Sven said. He had clearly been chosen to speak for them all. “We really enjoyed the time we spent in the club. There are some good people there, the land is beautiful and it’s nice with a smaller group,” he continued. I nodded and waited for him to continue. “We were hoping you would let us join your new pack.”

“All of you?” Nash asked, looking at the group. 

“Yes,” they said as one. 

“We have already talked to Alpha Ulf and he didn’t mind,” Sven told us. I looked at Nash and he looked back at me, we both smiled. 

“We would be happy to have you,” I said. “But several of you have mates, some even have pups. Are they okay with this?” I needed to know. 

“We have spoken with our families and explained how we feel. They are open to trying a new pack. It will take us a while to pack and things like that, so not all of us can come with you tomorrow,” Sven said. 

“There is no need to hurry. We need to make sure you have someplace to live when you come home,” Nash told him. 

“Yeah, you have seen the rooms in the clubhouse. It’s not a place for a family to live in. With that said, we do have plans to expand and to build new houses. We will make sure we are ready when you are,” I added. 

“Thank you, Luna,” Sven said. I jumped a little as he used the title. It wasn’t mine yet, but I liked the sound of it. We talked with the group for a while, making plans for how to stay in touch and who would join us the next day. 

“You will be bringing half your brother’s pack with you,” Nash teased me as we were alone.

“I know, isn’t it fun?” I said and chuckled. “Almost as fun as taking all his favourite toys when we were pups. I never got in trouble for it, my parents would tell him he needed to be patient with me as I was so young and didn’t know better. I knew what I was doing, I was just being a brat about it,” I confessed. Nash chuckled and tickled my sides. 

“Devil in disguise,” he told me. “Does he know?” he asked. I was laughing and trying to catch my breath. 

“I think so,” I wheezed out. 

“Now I feel sorry for him. Having to endure being bullied by his younger sister.”

“He got back at me. He kidnapped my favourite my little pony and when I wouldn’t meet his demands, he sent her back to me one little piece at the time,” I told him and pretended to be upset. 

“For fuck sake,” Nash said with a laugh. “Is this how wolves raise their pups? Or is your family just intent on raising serial killers?” he asked. I joined in his laughter. 

“I think it’s a mix. The witch part can be kind of dark when you are young before you learn empathy,” I confessed. 

“It’s good to know what I have to look forward to,” he told me, pulled me into a hug and kissed me. I hummed agreeing. 

“A little heard of pups trying to kill each other,” I told him. He didn’t look scared at the idea, in fact, he looked quite pleased about it. 

“Luckily they will have other witches to play with, and werewolves, and hybrids and humans,” he said. 

“It sounds kind of perfect,” I said and leaned my head on his chest. 

“It does,” he agreed. 

“And we will take them with us into the desert and they can dance and sing with the chaneques. I loved doing that when I was a pup,” I told him. 

“It sounds fun, I think Ajaw would like it as well,” he said. 

“But not yet.” I wanted the future we talked about, but I wanted a stable pack first.

“No, not yet. First we build a home and a pack and then we can bring home kids, erhm pups,” he agreed. I giggled. 

“You can call them kids. It’s okay,” I said. 

“I like the word pups. It’s almost as adorable as you,” he said, kissing my nose. We stood in silence for a while, both caught up in daydreams. 

“Is everything ready for tomorrow?” Nash asked me.

“It is.”

“And you are as well?” he wanted to know. 

“I am. I’m looking forward to going home. I just want a calm and nice ride back,” I said. 

“No exploding bikes?” he asked. 

“Absolutely not.”