James' POV
I look at Carramel's figure trying to hide beneath the blankets in the closet as if she's not easy to find. "Carramel come on, you know we have to go back today." I tell her and she stays still, apparently ignoring me until I reach down and grab my bean to hoist her up in my arms. She squeals at the sudden movement, giggling at the kisses that I spread on her face as I walk back into the bedroom.
"Do we have to go back today?" Carramel asks, a frown lining her face as she surveys the cabin that as of now, holds our best memories. I give it a thought and shrug my shoulders as I lead the two of us out of the room, closing the door behind us and heading down the hall towards the living room.
"Yes we have to go back today, we have school tomorrow. But I can make you a deal." I tell her, double checking the room to make sure that I grabbed everything.
Carramel trails behind me slowly. "Okay what's the deal?" She says swinging her arms softly as she watches me and we travel to the kitchen.
"If school goes good and everything continues to move forward in the pack, I will try and take you up here at least one weekend a month." I tell her and she squeals and claps running to hug me from behind as I check the cabinets. And of course, this is when Sloan wants to rouse and take notice, my dick slowly getting hard at all the thoughts running through.
'Stop Sloan, I'm trying to get us out of here.' I groan mentally, slipping away from Carramel smoothly. I turn to apologize but I see her taking a step back and holding her hands behind her back in an effort to control them. She mouths sorry to me and leaves the room, waddling a bit as she tries to fix her growing boner.
'I just don't understand why we can't go a little later.' He whines, but I don't let it sway me remembering what happened yesterday.
'Firstly, if we leave later then we'll be tired in the morning, secondly we have homework to catch up on." I tell him ticking off the mental checklist I've created. 'And thirdly, you two said you wanted just a few minutes yesterday and ended up with cum all over the couch and the two of us waking up two hours later covered in it.' I scold and he scoffs.
'We're in a heat, what do you expect?' He tells me, trying to justify his actions.
I shake my head at him and gather up the food bags I had placed in the fridge to bring them out to the car, where Carramel is waiting patiently. 'Our heat started winding down two days ago, shut up.' I tell him and he grumbles but listens as I open the back door and slip the bags inside on the floor, not wanting it to fall from the seat.
I round the car and open the driver door, looking longingly at the cabin where we had our little paradise, already missing it. As much as I miss home, I can't deny that this place hold good memories and growth even if we we're only here for a few days. Taking one last deep breath of the open air of the mountains, I open my car door and slip inside, buckling up before I put the gear in drive, watching Carramel state out the window sadly.
In no time at all, we're cruising down the high way, chill music playing softly through the speakers as the autumn midday wind whips through the car. My left hand is on the wheel, head bobbing along to the music as my right hand settles on her thigh softly, her small hands coming to settle on top.
Carramel rolls up her window and turns towards me, and I reach over the turn down the volume to each what what she has to say. "Thank you, papi." She tells me and I take a quick glance at her before returning my eyes to the road.
"Thanks for what, Carramel-Bear?" I ask and she sighs as if I'm completely dense, and the more time I spend with her and Sloan, I'm starting to think maybe I am.
"For everything. For the vacation, for loving me and especially for helping me with Jessie." She says shyly and I can imagine her tan cheeks holding a cheery red beneath them.
I raise her hand to my mouth and kiss her palm and then each of finger tips making her giggle in response. "You don't have to thank me, bean. I would do it all over again if I had to." I promise her and I hear her sigh in contentment at the words.
I turn the radio back up and Carramel begins singing along to the rapper on the radio. I can't help but laugh at her antics, somehow unsurprised that she's so musically fluid. The ride back home is full of smiles, laughter and embarrassing stories of when we were kids but the one that send Carramel into a laughing fit is the one I tell her about how the beef started between Sloan and Suzi Marcus, his arch nemesis.
"Everyone thinks that the feud started in eighth grade when she poured glue down Sloan's shirt and he put chewed up gum in her hair." I start and Carramel gasps, her hand fluttering up towards her mouth as she tried to stifle an amused giggle. "It actually dates back to the fifth grade. I had just gotten my wolf about two months before and it was hard to control the slipping between consciousness. Now this water bending bitch told Sloan and I that we were creeps for wearing contacts and when I told her I was a werewolf she called me a mutt. It didn't bother me, since I knew Faeries are raised to look down on everyone but Sloan made it a mission to shove her in her place, sometimes literally, any time she stepped out of line. And thus, the rivalry began and it still goes on to this day." I say and Carramel is screaming out in laughter and amusement at Sloan's antics.
'Fuck her and and her power puddles. She's so stuck up it's annoying.' Sloan sneers and I roll my eyes.
"What about when she knows it's you and not Sloan?" Carramel asks and I laugh at the valid question.
"Being Sloan's human means anyone that he doesn't like for whatever reason, even if it's something as small as eating the last fry, I am banned from even looking at the person. Which kind of makes it hilarious at Pack meetings." I start, shrugging as I move into the left hand lane. "But Suzi and I have a mutual unspoken rule, if we see each other we don't speak, don't acknowledge each other just keep it moving. We got paired in the tenth grade as lap partners and we didn't speak that whole semester." I tell her and Carramel is staring at me her mouth agape.
"I'm scared to not return a smile and you sat beside someone for months without saying anything?" She asks completely flabbergasted at the words she's just heard making me chuckle.
"I have an over-dramatic drama queen as a wolf. Once I forgot that this girl make him drop his milkshake and complimented her purse and earrings. He recited the national anthem in my head for three hours straight at the top of his lungs then complained I knew nothing about loyalty. Dramatic ass." I mutter the last part but of course Carramel doesn't catch it, the small bean much too occupied with laughing to hear.
'And I'd do it again. Traitor.' Sloan tells me flipping his hair and I roll my eyes.
I exit off the highway as we finally enter Kaulike, and as much as I will miss the little vacation we took, it always feels great to be home.
"James can we stop for food? I don't feel like cooking tonight." She says and I easily agree, choosing chinese food before we're back in the road and heading towards the pack.
As I pull on to the pack lands and drive towards the house, I feel my body get this weird unnatural shudder through up my spine that tells me something is wrong and that I should remember the vacation well, because I won't be getting an quiet time any time soon. I try to shake off the feeling, passing it off as annoyance at returning home and having to deal with pack problems and school once more, though an echo of the unpleasant feeling remains.
I drive the car into the parking lot and glide into the reserved parking space near the front. I don't usually use it, but with our bags and my small bean, I don't want to add unnecessary walking. I throw the car in park and smile at Carramel beside me.
"Welcome home." I say with a smile and she crosses her arms and pouts dramatically.
"Bah- humbug." She mutters and I chuckle as I get out of the car, her following as we get all our belongings out. Carramel grabs the two small food bags form the back and I grab dinner and our duffel bags before I lock the car and we enter the house.
Sneaking past the wolves that are gaming and chatting loudly in the den, I lead the way upstairs to my room first, taking the food from Carramel's hands and putting it in the mini fridge and the shelves beside it. I drop my duffel bag and food containers on my bed before I grab my tired bean's hand and lead her down to her room.
Once we get there I pause as I look down at her door, seeing it cracked open and frown in confusion. I know for a fact that I made sure her door was closed before I left.
'Maybe it was laundry or Alex coming by to drop something off.' Sloan offers, ever the voice of reason when it comes to my overprotective nature.
'Yeah, maybe.' I say unbelieving. I shake off my thought process and allow myself to push open the door and when I turn my head to look in the room I step dead in my tracks. Carramel's once perfect room is trashed, bed turned over, closet and drawers dumped out on the floor, papers strewn around the room and everything defiled and broken.
Carramel tries to push my body to the side to see what happened to make me freeze but I don't let her, keeping steady until she doorway. My blood boils as I shove Sloan back into a corner and lock her tight, knowing how much she hates violence and with the way I'm feeling, it's sure to come. I push Carramel out the way by walking backwards and shutting the door as I exit.
I try to take a deep breath to calm down but I can feel snarls and growls threatening to break free. "Carramel, I will explain later but I need Jessie right now." I tell her and I hear her whimper form the barely controlled anger in my voice but I wait watching her mentally as she hands over the reigns.
As soon as she's in control, Jessie lulls Carramel to sleep and and I turn around to face her, canines scrapping against my lips in anger. "Come with me, someone is after our bean and we need to find out who!"