Chapter 10

How about we don't!

“What the actual fuck Lyn? That dipshit, ass hat, tick dipper. When I get my hands on him…”

“You’ll what Keiral? Blast him away with your fart? Claw his eyes out with your nail file? Growl at him? Shave his balls with a blunt blade? You are a small wolf with no bite. I have seen you chase a cat,” My cousin Curt said from the sofa.

Keiral meant well, but her gold hair that was supposed to make her some special healer didn’t. Her father’s brown wolf blood that should’ve given some extra speed capabilities missed it’s target. In the end all we got was the cutest little bunny wolf who couldn’t hurt a fly.

We loved Keiral, but she had the biggest mouth in Questorian Valley. Which mostly had us Gorde wolfs fighting her battles. None of us wanted repeats but she kept em coming. For a tiny little Canus lupus she sure knew how to start a fight, just not very good at the following through part. That she left for us.

After I woke up alone in my caravan, with the tiniest feeling I had hallucinated a male in my caravan— I called my family. I started with my Aunt Helen since she was visiting Ouma Wells. They came around the first two days, and Elder Amer couldn’t stop grumbling about my fight with Desiree. Uncle Max arrived this morning with my cousins Keiral, Curt and Lechandray. Not sure who else would come but I didn’t give a billy. Keiral never missed an opportunity to visit and add her two cent comments.

Keiral meant well. So I smiled at my brown dough eyed cousin as Curt’s burly belly and Line-backer shoulders shook with silent laughter.

After uncle Max left to see to some work stuff, Curt baked a pie he brought while Lechandray and Keiral helped me finish varnishing the outside table under the oak tree. We just finished when Curt brought the food outside.

What started out as a ‘need to know recap of events’ turned out into a ‘we know too much’

“What are you gonna do Curt? Eat more rabbit pie?” Lechandray sputtered from her position under the table.

“I have you know, aunt Judes rabbit pie is full of vitamins and can cure just about any sickness. Don’t blame the pie. I unfortunately can’t do nothing when I’m set to leave for the Rinks next week. Haden and John are joining and no fights with sentinels are allowed. Alphas orders. Doesn’t mean I’ma be going for hunt runs with the guy. But with all that said and done you asked for it. You once liked John.”

“Correction, I tolerated John because he was my mate. But the mate bond didn’t kick in. So hilly John dilly decided to go knobbing.”

“Well, mate or not, he’s still an asshat,” Keiral muttered with a sneer. Her eye brows would go into a deep frown whenever she was mad. And now she was very much so.

Lechandray got up from her hunched position under the table. We only used it when my family visited. There wasn’t much space in the Caravan for the family. We were a tall bunch. Curt took most of the double seater anyway.

But Lechandray was the ideal definition of a Sentinel.

Her lean muscles flexing as she stretched out her tall form. Her keen slanted eyes and long neck were genetic makeups of her fathers family. Her grey wolf were ours.

“We can’t wait for your fat ass to join us sweet cuz. The Sentinels are going to enjoy breaking you in.” Her words were a promise as the small smile twisted her mouth in an almost wistful grin as she stared eagerly at Curt.

“That’s nasty Chan,” Keiral accused as she walked closer to Curt.

“Says the girl who can’t cross a finish line without Papa growling in the background.”

Lechandray's wolf wouldn’t be kind enough to let Keiral one up her. I knew it.

She’s going to get us in a fight if she doesn’t shut her yap. My wolf warned me with a groan. She didn’t like fighting Keiral’s battles but we were the biggest wolf and the only black wolf apart from Ouma Wells.