getting on his
motorcycle, and getting ready to set off toward his
house.
Mason cleared his throat after a few
minutes of awkward silence. “Are you angry?” he asked
hesitantly.
“ I don’t get angry,” I
said firmly. I wasn’t angry. I was out of my element which put me
on guard, but I wasn’t angry; at least I didn’t think I
was.
He smiled slightly. “Ok, well I am
sorry if any of this upset you.”
I looked at him trying to decide what
to say. “I am not upset either. I simply do not belong among your
people.”
He scowled slightly. “You act like we
are something horrible.”
“ I didn’t say that, but
your people are rather emotional. It’s like you find ways to annoy
one another just so you can fight like cavemen. It doesn’t make
sense to me, and it never will. That is exactly why I am better on
my own,” I said firmly.
“ You mean because we are
not robots, you do not approve,” he said sarcastically.
I scowled at him, but he kept his eyes
on the road, refusing to look at me. I didn’t like his terminology.
I didn’t believe I was a robot. I suppose I could have appeared to
be one to an outsider, but I didn’t think I was completely devoid
of emotion. I just didn’t have emotions that I thought were
unnecessary. I decided not to say anything. I had a feeling it
didn’t matter what I said. He would still think I was a robot, as
he put it.
“ I will stay until
tomorrow evening, and then I am leaving,” I said, deciding I would
let him know now before he got his hopes up.
He rolled his eyes as he followed his
brother onto the main road. “Of course,” he said dryly. He sounded
like he was annoyed with me, which didn’t make sense. I didn’t see
how he could be mad at me when he was the one interrupting my life,
not the other way around. I debated on whether I should say
something to him. I decided it would be best if I didn’t. I just
hoped the awkward car ride would end soon. I decided to focus my
attention on my surroundings.
The woods got deeper and darker as
Mason drove. It was obvious that their pack lived in seclusion. I
was sure that was best, considering they were werewolves. Their
earlier interaction with the police led me to believe they were
wary of either police or humans. Perhaps they were wary of humans
because of what they were. I could see how there would be a problem
if humans found out werewolves existed. Humans were irrational by
nature. Humans didn’t like to think anything was possible except
within the realm of their imaginations. That was another reason why
I did not believe I was human. I believed anything and everything
was possible. I did not limit myself, and that was why I didn’t
find the idea of werewolves existing too hard to
believe.
The car came to a stop, pulling me
from my thoughts. Mason parked in front of a rather large house.
The house sat by itself surrounded by trees. I didn’t see any other
houses, but it was dark. I had no doubt there were other houses
throughout the woods. Both Mason and Dawson had mentioned the place
being pack territory. I wasn’t quite sure how that would be
determined, but I knew all the pack members would be housed within
the territory, which meant there were more houses
somewhere.
Mason climbed out of the car, and met
Dawson at the front of the car. I climbed out of the car looking,
around. I was a little unsure about the place. I was used to the
cities, and nice hotels. “You live here?” I asked, as I walked
toward Dawson and Mason.
“ It was our parent’s
house. I know it doesn’t look like my style,” Dawson said
amused.
I smiled slightly. “That was my
thought exactly.”
“ Come on, I will show you
around,” Dawson said. Then he turned and walked toward the front
door.
“ This looks cozy,” I said
to Mason as I walked toward the house.
“ Don’t get too
comfortable. You aren’t staying; remember?” Mason said
sarcastically as he followed behind me.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes.