that’s saying
something. That man could make even the coldest and hardest of men
run scared with a single look. He’s one scary badass motherfucker.
I would hate to be the one who ended up tied to him. With his evil
glares and long sullen silences. It’s like he may not be talking
but you just know he’s plotting a million ways to kill or maim your
ass just by the look in his eye. Fucking scary.
I try to stay far away
from him. Very, very far away. As far away as physically possible
and then some. Man, I seriously need a vacation but for now, I
think I’ll just soak in this bathtub and imagine I’m on a beach
somewhere with a bottle of tequila and two cabana boys that are
there to wait on me and take care of my every need. Mmm yeah, that
sounds so nice. I close my eyes, lie back in the tub, and say to
myself “Hellooo, cabana boys. Mrowr.” If you speak of my cat like
noises to anyone I will deny it ever happened.
Chapter Five
Declan
I have a meeting today
with Bastille to go over the details of the mating ceremony. He’ll
be bringing a couple people from his family line that I can choose
from so, on the bright side I’m not going to be permanently saddled
with someone I’m going to hate. Which is a good thing, I’d really
hate to be stuck with someone I despise for the rest of my
life.
My father is coming to the
meeting with me so that he and Bastille can go over the terms of
the truce that I laid out. It’s just a formality in case my father
decides he wants to change some of the terms before allowing me to
go through with it. I think he’s still in shock over the whole
thing. I know I seem like an irresponsible prick but I do think of
what’s best for the pack. I mean after all, I’m supposed to be the
next Alpha and without this truce we’ll have another pack war on
our hands.
We don’t need another pack
war. The last one resulted in a lot of deaths according to my
father and it’s taken a long time to come back from that. Another
one could wipe us out completely. By sacrificing myself it saves a
lot of lives. I don’t consider it a sacrifice though even if my
father does. I would rather do this and save a lot of people on
both sides than not do it and end up in a pack war later on down
the line. It’s the most practical option.
I check the time and sigh.
Time to get this over with. We’re meeting Bastille and his family
in a restaurant on the outskirts of town. It’s neutral ground right
between both territory lines. I hear it’s owned by a couple of
vampires but they’re only around at night. I walk out of the house
and climb into the truck with my dad. He’s already behind the wheel
waiting for me. He pulls out onto the street and says “Are you
ready for this son?”
I sigh and say “As I’ll
ever be.”
He looks over at me and
says “You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want
to.”
I look at him and say
“Yeah, I do.” I turn back to look out the window and notice a black
SUV following us. At first I don’t think anything of it, lots of
cars go the same direction to get to the highway but after my dad
takes three more turns and it’s still there, I glance at my dad and
say “We’re being followed.”
He glances into the mirror
and says “I know. Don’t worry about it. We’re almost there
anyways.”
We stop at a stoplight and
I roll the window down as the SUV pulls up beside of us, ready for
anything. My mouth drops open in shock at the guy behind the wheel.
I’ve never seen him in town before. He’s wearing a hoodie with the
hood up, and sunglasses so I can’t see his face but he’s rocking
the fuck out. Drumming on the steering wheel, nodding his head to
the beat and singing so loud I could hear every word even without
my heightened senses. “My life’s so pitiful, give me one good
reason why I shouldn’t end it all…..and I try every drug I find
except