"EL!" Thats what my mom calls me. At the moment, she was yelling my name, apparently doing so for the past 5 minutes.
"WHAT?"
"COME DOWN FOR DINNER! OR I'LL EAT WITHOUT YOU!"
Sighing, I climb out of my comfy bed and onto the cooled floors. Why was life so cruel?
"BE RIGHT THERE! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH A THING BEFORE I GET THERE!"
Here's the thing about my mom... when she starts eating she won't stop until its all gone. I mean not even a crumb left, and I have no idea how she does it. I mean she's as skinny as a twig and doesn't even really go any where to exercise. It's like magic! Even if she is a werewolf.
I quickly run down the stairs and jump onto my seat before digging in. The dinning room is about the size of a medium sized room with a small wood table in the center and a glass door facing out into the woods.
"So... Darling how was your day?"
"Good!" but it sounds like I said goose more than anything else with all the food in my mouth.
"Good...." I can tell she's contemplating telling me something, and it's something important. She's chewing her nails and spaced out. The two most important signs my mom is hiding something. Honestly though, she has been acting like this all week long, and it's kinda getting wierd.
"Mom...? Is something wrong?"
"No... but... El we need to talk."
I know what your thinking... the words no one wants to hear, but with my mom it can't be anything to bad. She's like an angel that can't bare to hurt anyone or thing.
"Ok... watcha wanna talk about?"
"Uh... lets wait until you are done eating. ok?"
After eating I look at her... she still hasn't told me what she wanted to talk about. She was just staring at the table with a look, as though she was trying to figure out what to say.
Coughing, I look at her expectantly, which instantly catches her attention.
"Oh... yes... so here's the thing..." she said it nervously like she was worried I might try and run away, "We... we are... switchingpackssothatwecanbeclosertomy familyandnotworryaboutrougeattacks!" I nearly didn't understand what she said the words were so jumbled up.
"WHAT!"
she just nods staring at the table again. I stare at her for a while... maybe she's joking. But she just... stays still. We really are moving.
"When are we leaving?"
"10:30"
Gasping I stare at her. I can't even say goodbye to everyone with that little time! It's already 8 o'clock.!
Plus there is no way we can pack every thing in time.
As if reading my thoughts, she says "The Alpha is shipping everything but our clothes to us when we get there."
Don't get me wrong I love my mom, but in that moment I wanted to strangle her.
I mean honestly I wasn't that worried about moving... but its the pack I was leaving behind that made me sad.
Plus who would we join now anyways? And who was this family mom wanted to be closer to?