Embraced By The Pack のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Cleaning the kitchen took much longer than cleaning the living room, but I found a Bluetooth speaker on the counter and hooked my phone up to it. With music playing loudly, I jammed out while I cleaned, and found myself enjoying it. It had been years since I did dishes, and there was something therapeutic about it.Wolf-Rocco looked hungry, so I fed him a few questionably-aged casseroles that I found in the fridge. I didn’t give him anything that was expired, of course, but everything was pretty questionable since there weren’t dates on any of it.He gobbled down everything I put in front of him, which made my job easier since I wasn’t going to eat the possibly-old stuff anyway. Werewolves had to be tougher than humans when it came to sicknesses, considering how awful his shifting had been. Thinking about the sound of those bones breaking was enough to make me shudder.“Is it weird to tell a wolf he’s a good boy?” I checked, scratching Wolf-Rocco’s head as I scrubbed down the sides of

I was sweating balls by the time I finally got all of my shit up to the room that was going to be mine, and was wheezing like I was dying, too. The last thing I wanted to do was walk back down the stairs to grab Rocco’s clothes, so I took a break by hanging my shirts up in the closet. There were already about two hundred hangers packed into that thing, and while I only had enough tops to fit ten percent of those hangers, I did appreciate the thoughtfulness human Rocco seemed to have put into preparing the space for me.While I hung shit, my mind went back to the tampons and floral shampoo.Were those for me too?When I asked Wolf-Rocco, he confirmed my suspicion. And honestly, I was kind of touched.Human-Rocco might have been grumpy at the party, and he might have had less than zero interest in looking at me or sharing a bed with me, but he had still gotten his house ready for me. He’d made sure I wouldn’t run out of toilet paper, or ta

Zed came walking up to the open door, his tool bag dangling from his fingers. He nodded toward me, not bothering with a friendly smile. I appreciated the neutrality, honestly.“How much shit do we have to build?” he checked.“A lot,” I admitted.“Good. Elliot needs to take his anger out on some screws.” Zed patted Elliot’s shoulder.I snorted as Elliot gave his buddy a lighthearted shove. I’d only known Elliot for a few hours and could already tell that he didn’t have a damned ounce of anger inside his gigantic body.“I’ll start in Rocco’s room, you take the spare?” Elliot asked Zed, as the two men headed up the stairs without so much as a backward glance. They were treating me normally, and it meant a hell of a lot to me.“Alright. I’m sending the wolf your way if he attacks me for her room smelling like me, though,” Zed grunted.I felt infinitely better as the guys vanished up the stairs, leaving me without making me uncomfortable a

I spent the rest of the day organizing my stuff. The rest of the pack left me alone, by some blessed miracle, though Teagan sent me half a dozen texts checking to make sure I didn’t want to go to graduation. After the sixth time, I assured her that I would rather rip my fingernails off, and she got the message.When I’d finished putting away the last of my things, I glanced at the time on my phone and grimaced.Graduation was starting.It felt weird not to be there, even if I didn’t necessarily want to be. Whether it was my anxiety or just my issues, I felt sort of guilty about ditching out.“What do you say we head out and grab some sheets for my bed, and some ice cream?” I asked Rocky, scratching his head.He was a surprisingly good companion, following me around and licking me an insane number of times, snorting at my stupid jokes, and giving me his wolfy grin whenever I teased him.Though he wasn’t any

The day was even longer than I’d expected.Rocco only growled a couple of times—much to the entertainment of the classes, some of which tried to get a rise out of him by staring at me.We ate lunch together at his desk, our feet tangled a bit while we downed far too many sandwiches and snacks together.The afternoon crept by even slower than the morning had, and I found myself wandering YouTube with a headphone in my ear, and only a fraction of my attention on Rocco. He was giving the same lesson he’d already given five times, and I was pretty damn bored of it, despite the passion he had for the subject.Somehow, I ended up listening to some indie musicians I’d never heard before. I found myself tapping my foot to the beat, thinking about how I would change a few of the songs a bit if I were them, and how I had already changed some others when I’d put my twist on them for classes I’d taken.The musicians were good—but I was too. I felt a bit awkward admitting it, but I knew my music w