It was a weird start to the day, so when she got home. She was not surprised to see the door locked and a note hanging loosely near the door lock. Pulling, out the note she read it, slowly.
'Gone out, to get some essentials. The keys are where we always, welcome our guests to our house.
x MARK :)'
'Sweet' she muttered slowly. Looking down at the doormat, 'Welcome', slowly she knelt to retrieve the key.
"You are Mark's daughter?" taken by surprise she jumped a little, she turned to see the boys from Parlor, standing down the porch, looking extremely intrigued. "No.." She mumbled, she was sure none of them heard her, the voice was not even a low mumble that she had just whispered.
So, the surprise was evident when the leader of the group nodded and moved to walk up to her.
"What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
Both of them asked, together. Surprised, they eyed each other in confusion. "I live here." Mannat quickly nodded, trying not to make it any more awkward than, it is.
"With Mark?" he asked, as he pushed his blond hair aside. "Isn't he like 40?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows together. Mannat, quickly noticed that his eyebrows, indifference to his hair were black.
The double meaning of the words soon registered her mind as her mouth opened, gaping at his words. Dylan, chuckled as he looked at his friends. "Of course, he is!" she said and was more appalled at his expression; which sang 'still'
"He's dating my mother." She muttered, slowly. "How do you know him?" She asked, slowly.
"Ahh! He's an old family friend." The boy informed, moving back slowly. He allowed her space to open the door. "Tell him, Dylan Black visited." Mannat nodded slowly, least interested in passing on any type of message; to her mother's boyfriend.
She opened the door and moved into the house. The blond turned towards his friends and started walking out when he called out to the Indian again.
"Tell him there is a change in leadership. It's rude not to acknowledge it." He stated as he walked out.
Mannat's bushy black brows furrowed together in confusion. Before she could ask anything further she saw the boys walking away, happily.
The shopping spree had come to an end, in the late afternoon. Her mother had bought almost everything, important for the house. Mark had taken the woman out to shop, as everyone knew only a few things could cheer up the woman's foul mood. And shopping was the top priority.
"Got some new curtains, bedsheets, rugs..." Her mother started enlisting the different items. It was amazing, how she conveniently forgot the groceries. Mannat pulled her long hair into a messy bun, as she pulled out her phone; to check her Instagram feed.
'A new follow request: Hopeofgreenery'
Sure, this girl was interesting. 'Accept' It was then that, Dylan's message crossed her mind.
"Mark, I went to a small coffee parlor, today." She said, looking at the old man as he nodded, more focused on plugging in the correct connections, to get the T.V unit, started. "Ah.. the Greens! Rachel was a lovely woman." He still managed to comment slowly. This was an important thing about Mark, he never ignored whatever anyone had to say, he felt it was necessary to reply.
"There, I met this guy... Dylan Black" Her mother and Mark's eyes quickly snapped to the young daughter of the family. Her mother's eyes in suspicion and Mark's in... She didn't know what kind of emotion was displayed in his eyes. Maybe worry?
"He told me, to tell you that; there is a change in leadership. It's rude not to acknowledge it" Mark's eyes drowsed with confusion as he nodded absent-mindedly. "okay" He tugged at the grey west in pure anxiety. But that was not Mannat's issue, maybe her mother's. She turned her attention, back to her phone.
The howling of the wolves was heard in the darkness of the night. As she smiled in the darkness and relished in the serenity of the scenery. The woods darkened as the wolves continued to howl, the smell of the woods, stronger and more appealing to the short girl.
Turning towards the bed she made her way to it, the cold air following her, as it grazed slowly across her bare legs, shivering slightly she pulled at the long-sleeved cotton t-shirt that she wore to bed every day. Climbing on top of the bed, she was glad to have room to sleep in. Mark was fast enough to get the room ready, in just a week. She couldn't believe it was already a week. A week, since the 'Great Shift.'
She smiled looking out at the night, she loved it. The darkness of the night was so alluring and inviting to a helpless soul, like Mannat's. She enjoyed it, it was inviting just like the darkness of the closet. And, it brought hope that maybe her father would save her from this darkness, at least. So, she welcomed it; with an open heart and open arms.
Closing her eyes, she missed the shining bright yellow eyes from the forest; that regarded her sleeping form curled in a thin blanket. Her legs, bare and inviting her face calm and innocent as she allowed sleep to take over, he allowed his animal instincts to take over, as he breathed in her strawberry smell.
"She is an Indian. Related to Mark! Do you want any more reasons to not cross that bridge?" He turned to look at his best friend who smoked away in the background. The strawberry smell continued to overpower the smell of tobacco. "She is my mate! You need any more reasons to cross that bridge?" He asked as he towered the blond-haired friend who continued to stay put, ignoring the warning glare of the boy in front of him, even though he could easily tower him.
The boys in the background a little sacred. It was obvious, Dylan didn't know when to back down. Seth's scared voice; was heard in the background "Off course, not Alpha!"