Pack Challenge
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Besides, theyve always made me feel safe. And when I had to live here with her, they always made me feel like I wasnt alone.
Well, Miki advised from inside the house, Now youve got us. Sara and Angelina turned and looked at their friend. See? She held up a cordless phone, 911 is just a quick dial away.
Thats it. Were done. Angelina stood up abruptly and brushed off her rear with a well-manicured hand. Lets meet tomorrow morning for coffee at the bookstore.
So you can get free coffee from me again, you cheap bitch?
And the newspaper. And its Mistress Cheap Bitch to you. Angelina looked over at Sara, Can we take your truck? Not feeling the walk tonight.
Yeah. Sure. Sara looked at Miki, The keys are on the
Yeah, I know. I know. Miki disappeared back into the house after closing the window.
Sara slowly lifted her leg up and swung it off the banister. Pick me up tomorrow first.
You got it. Angelina sauntered down the stairs, heading toward the truck. Lets go, Mik.
Miki appeared in the door, the truck keys in one hand, and a pump-action shotgun in the other. She headed toward the stairs, but Sara grabbed the gun from her as she walked back to the house, Not on your life, missy.
You call to animals and then you wont give me anything to defend myself.
Sara slowly limped back into her house, Ive found that its never the animals you have to worry about, Miki. Its the humans.
Miki headed toward the truck as Angelina started it. Ill remember that when we find your torn, headless carcass.
Interesting girl, Zach thought to himself, and wondered if Conall knew what he was hoping to get himself into.
When the light went off in Saras house, Zach figured it was time to settle down for the night. But Sara re-appeared on the porch. A can of soda in her hand. She slowly limped to the porch swing and just as slowly lowered herself into the contraption. Once she was sitting, she let out a deep sigh. She drank her soda and rubbed her leg while looking out at the night.
The wolves called to her again and, with a smile, Sara answered. But the wolves did not respond this timeZach did. He lifted his muzzle and released a howl that tore through the night. He called to her. Zach assumed that she would simply respond again as she had for the other wolves, but when he lowered his head, he found her standing. She limped over to the porch rail and leaned against it while she looked out into the forest. She looked right at Zach although he was sure she couldnt see him. She walked to the porch stairs and stood there. Debating whether she should go in search of that howls owner? Maybe. Zach didnt know. He had no idea that what he did would have such an affect on her. To untrained ears, his howlwas no different from the wolves who just now headed back to their den. And yet she still knew.
Her internal debate was cut short though, when she doubled-over in pain. She gripped her leg and clenched her jaw. She stood holding onto the porch rail until the worst of the pain seemed to pass. When she looked up again, he could see the tears in her eyes from where she stood. She was no longer thinking about that howl and the howls owner. He knew deep in his gut, that she was thinking about death. Her death. Slowly, almost like an old woman, she turned and limped back into her house, barely putting any weight on that bad leg.
This time she didnt come back out until morning.
Chapter Five
TOC
I dont know, you guys. Miki poured cream in her coffee and stared at her two friends.
Sara sipped her hot chocolate and stared back. Shed already seen Mikis early morning reading material. A book on the world of motorcycle clubs was lying on the counter.
Mikis second job was in a local bookstore slash Internet cafe. This meant she had constant access to just enough information to make her dangerous.
I dont think we should hit that party tonight.
What? Angelina snapped, coming out of her coffee-induced haze. When Angelina drank her coffee, she had the ability to completely tune everyone out. Especially Miki.
We dont know these people, Angie. And I think theres something weird about them.
You think theres something weird about everyone.
Yes. And there always is.
Miki sat down on a stool by the register, her eyes focusing on Sara. What do you think?
I dont know. I dont feel overly concerned.
Miki shook her head. Its bugging me.
Sara didnt have time for this. When Miki had one of her moments, she could analyze something until you begged her to stop. Begged. Look, Miki, you can come or you can stay home tonight. Your call. But Im going.
Mikis eyes shifted to Angelina, causing the girl to raise one delicate eyebrow, Like you even have to ask.
Miki chuckled, Fine. Im going then. I cant let you two out on your own. But no drinking, Sara. I need you to be rational.
Good luck with that. The mug of hot chocolate was half-way to Saras lips when his lightly sarcastic voice stopped her. The rational part that is.
Sara looked up and there he was. Leaning against the door jam, quietly watching her. The morning sun was at his broad back, lightening his dark brown hair, and setting off his hazel eyes. He was once again in jeans and a black T-shirt emblazoned with a logo for a band shed never heard of. His big arms were crossed in front of his even bigger chest and when he smiled at her he showed gleaming white teeth.
Well, Miki advised from inside the house, Now youve got us. Sara and Angelina turned and looked at their friend. See? She held up a cordless phone, 911 is just a quick dial away.
Thats it. Were done. Angelina stood up abruptly and brushed off her rear with a well-manicured hand. Lets meet tomorrow morning for coffee at the bookstore.
So you can get free coffee from me again, you cheap bitch?
And the newspaper. And its Mistress Cheap Bitch to you. Angelina looked over at Sara, Can we take your truck? Not feeling the walk tonight.
Yeah. Sure. Sara looked at Miki, The keys are on the
Yeah, I know. I know. Miki disappeared back into the house after closing the window.
Sara slowly lifted her leg up and swung it off the banister. Pick me up tomorrow first.
You got it. Angelina sauntered down the stairs, heading toward the truck. Lets go, Mik.
Miki appeared in the door, the truck keys in one hand, and a pump-action shotgun in the other. She headed toward the stairs, but Sara grabbed the gun from her as she walked back to the house, Not on your life, missy.
You call to animals and then you wont give me anything to defend myself.
Sara slowly limped back into her house, Ive found that its never the animals you have to worry about, Miki. Its the humans.
Miki headed toward the truck as Angelina started it. Ill remember that when we find your torn, headless carcass.
Interesting girl, Zach thought to himself, and wondered if Conall knew what he was hoping to get himself into.
When the light went off in Saras house, Zach figured it was time to settle down for the night. But Sara re-appeared on the porch. A can of soda in her hand. She slowly limped to the porch swing and just as slowly lowered herself into the contraption. Once she was sitting, she let out a deep sigh. She drank her soda and rubbed her leg while looking out at the night.
The wolves called to her again and, with a smile, Sara answered. But the wolves did not respond this timeZach did. He lifted his muzzle and released a howl that tore through the night. He called to her. Zach assumed that she would simply respond again as she had for the other wolves, but when he lowered his head, he found her standing. She limped over to the porch rail and leaned against it while she looked out into the forest. She looked right at Zach although he was sure she couldnt see him. She walked to the porch stairs and stood there. Debating whether she should go in search of that howls owner? Maybe. Zach didnt know. He had no idea that what he did would have such an affect on her. To untrained ears, his howlwas no different from the wolves who just now headed back to their den. And yet she still knew.
Her internal debate was cut short though, when she doubled-over in pain. She gripped her leg and clenched her jaw. She stood holding onto the porch rail until the worst of the pain seemed to pass. When she looked up again, he could see the tears in her eyes from where she stood. She was no longer thinking about that howl and the howls owner. He knew deep in his gut, that she was thinking about death. Her death. Slowly, almost like an old woman, she turned and limped back into her house, barely putting any weight on that bad leg.
This time she didnt come back out until morning.
Chapter Five
TOC
I dont know, you guys. Miki poured cream in her coffee and stared at her two friends.
Sara sipped her hot chocolate and stared back. Shed already seen Mikis early morning reading material. A book on the world of motorcycle clubs was lying on the counter.
Mikis second job was in a local bookstore slash Internet cafe. This meant she had constant access to just enough information to make her dangerous.
I dont think we should hit that party tonight.
What? Angelina snapped, coming out of her coffee-induced haze. When Angelina drank her coffee, she had the ability to completely tune everyone out. Especially Miki.
We dont know these people, Angie. And I think theres something weird about them.
You think theres something weird about everyone.
Yes. And there always is.
Miki sat down on a stool by the register, her eyes focusing on Sara. What do you think?
I dont know. I dont feel overly concerned.
Miki shook her head. Its bugging me.
Sara didnt have time for this. When Miki had one of her moments, she could analyze something until you begged her to stop. Begged. Look, Miki, you can come or you can stay home tonight. Your call. But Im going.
Mikis eyes shifted to Angelina, causing the girl to raise one delicate eyebrow, Like you even have to ask.
Miki chuckled, Fine. Im going then. I cant let you two out on your own. But no drinking, Sara. I need you to be rational.
Good luck with that. The mug of hot chocolate was half-way to Saras lips when his lightly sarcastic voice stopped her. The rational part that is.
Sara looked up and there he was. Leaning against the door jam, quietly watching her. The morning sun was at his broad back, lightening his dark brown hair, and setting off his hazel eyes. He was once again in jeans and a black T-shirt emblazoned with a logo for a band shed never heard of. His big arms were crossed in front of his even bigger chest and when he smiled at her he showed gleaming white teeth.
