02

CHAPTERS 02

Shaking my head, I get off my bed and drag myself out of my room and down the hall until I reach the stairs that lead downstairs. Elliot and Elijah didn’t live in the pack house of The Silver Creek Pack, the pack that Elijah is the alpha of. He sometimes told me how he missed the pack but he was willing to settle in the home we lived in if it made Elliot happy. That was the type of love I only used to read about.

Apparently, the pack still had ill feelings towards Elliot because of a dispute nobody would tell me about but I didn’t care what it was. Elliot was nothing but amazing to me and to everyone he encountered so it didn’t matter if the whole Silver Creek Pack hated him, I didn’t even like the pack. I much preferred the Blue Moon Pack, our neighboring pack but I might be biased because my best friend, Hazel, was apart of that pack.

Hazel is the only friend I really have. She took the time to sit by me during lunch and help me when boys would pick on me so I grew to like her a lot. Her brother, Easton, and his friend, Eros, hung around us a lot and they made conversation with me but I was still standoffish around them even though I could relate to them and their social awkwardness. Sometimes Eros was just a bit too much of a wuss but it wasn’t my business what his behavior was like, he wasn’t really my friend.

I’m in the kitchen that’s too big even now but I couldn’t find anything I really felt like eating but I was picky so it was my fault.

Opening a cupboard that was beside the stove, I see that the top shelf holds Moon Pies but not the Orion kind, the Lotte kind because there was a distinct difference in taste. The Orion kind had that trashy American taste to it while the Lotte tasted like what it was supposed to ; chocolatey goodness. May came by and always stocked up our house with them and so I loved her, her son Xavier however wasn’t my favorite person. He was annoying.

He’s the type of person in your class who always tries doing stupid shit to get giggles out of everyone and usually it worked but it was him being obnoxious. He hung around other troublemakers and always did dumb things with them, he was also close with Gnashton. Thinking of Gnashton makes my fingers fidget slightly.

He’s my oldest adoptive brother but he was so difficult to read. The guy is violent and so reckless. He’s spontaneously a trouble maker and has no regard for others, just being in the same room as he gave me anxiety but not because I was afraid he’d hurt me, it was more because he never hurt me. He’s thrown a few punches at Caspian, our other adoptive brother, and even Elijah, our adoptive dad but he’s never shown anger towards me.

He just kind of looks at me with those placid green eyes of his and he always had the ability to leave me squirming and feeling so out of place. I didn’t know what to make of it.

I was able to ‘talk’ back to him, give him the dirty looks he beats others up for making, and get away with things others nearly died doing but when it came to me he brushed it off and just gave me a look that made me so frustrated because I was never able to decipher what it meant. I kept thinking I got away with things because of pity because he felt sorry for how pathetic I was and I used that excuse whenever anyone socialized with me or tried to be nice to me but when I thought about him letting me get away with things because of those self-deprecating reasons it just didn’t…fit.

I didn’t know what it was but right now I cared more about the moon pie sitting on the high shelf than I did about figuring out Gnashton who was twenty years old and going into his senior year of high school. Moon Goddess knows how that even happened.

I reach for the red box with the delicious, tantalizing picture of the treat I wanted so bad staring me in the face as if taunting me for being so short. I’m five-seven but for a werewolf that was short.

I began to dance around on my tippy toes to get it down but it wasn’t working so I didn’t know what to do. My arms began to burn as I reached for it but nothing I did help me and I started to curse life for being so cruel. All I wanted was to fill my tummy to drown my sorrows but I couldn’t even do that.

Everything in my life was a joke ; a sick joke.

I slump back down and shake my pale limbs, releasing a long sigh as I prepare for the last time to try and get the box. Running a gentle hand through my pale blonde hair, I hop onto my toes and grunt quietly as I reach relentlessly this time for the box but I’m falling once again.

Before I can back away and give up as I do with everything in life, I feel warmth and hardness on my back. Sun-kissed tanned arms extend past my own laughably pale arms and reach easily onto the top shelf. Redness spreads across my cheeks and touches the tips of my elf ears as I feel a hot breath against my ear.

I couldn’t even pay attention to the hand that grabs the box off the shelf because I could only feel two hard things pressed up against me. One was abs and the other was down south and it made my whole entire body flushed once I figured out what it was. I bite my thin but lightly touched with pink lips, refusing to turn around because this was so embarrassing.

The person behind couldn’t have been Caspian because he was gone with Elijah and Elliot but also because Caspian is only two inches taller than I am and the guy behind me is way past that mark.

The warmth disappears and I slowly, reluctantly turn around to face Gnashton who wears a heavily amused expression on his face once he sees the embarrassment clear as day on my face. I grumble quietly.

He reaches into the box and pulls out a packaged Moon pie then with mock surprise, he turns the box over and shakes it to show me the moon pie in his hand is the last one. My eyes widen and I lunge at him to grab the snack I was so desperate to eat but he lifts it over his head, his long arms no match for how short I am.