If it wasn't for the sun shining brightly into their room through the window Gal could have slept in for the whole day, Jordan was awake and ready to go to school. He knew how much her sister loved sleeping.
"Yes, I am here for Gal Ryder." With her wolf hearing, she heard a voice like Sheryl's. Gal swore on how the woman was looking for a way to be killed by her or maybe to make her run again with her brother but she didn't want to start thinking about that it was too early.
"Who is that?"
"Well, maybe she has…"
"Hello, coach." Gal heard Jordan greeting the woman, Gal was happy that Jordan was happy Jordan was up and there at that moment, she knew Sheryl was going to explain to whoever she was with that she wasn't Gal Maxwell but rather Gal Ryder. In Oceans Pack house even if someone knows you when a stranger comes and asks, they all have the same answer, "Who is that?"
She quickly dressed up and went to meet the woman, Jordan was talking to her and she could have eavesdropped but she was busy thinking of the ways she could make the woman's mouth burn and how she could love hearing her screams. The smile on Jordan's face as he turned towards her sister made her even angrier, she knew whatever the woman had told him wasn't, "Sorry Jordan you can't swim today."
"Gal, I will compete today." His brother told her happily, she looked at Sheryl and wondered if she had some death wish and remembered how the woman was always like that with her mother, free. She never knew when to stop and when to start when it came to them, she was their godmother after all. Her mother trusted her with their lives, oh! How wrong she was.
"What are you doing here this early?" Gal asked her while wondering how the woman knew where they were staying. It wasn't as if any of the pack's members went around telling people about the existence of the Oceans Pack.
"Let's go Jordan, we can get something to eat on our way to your school." Jordan understood her sister, it was like an unspoken agreement, he knew his sister didn't love cooking. Gal heard the woman asking, "You aren't cooking?" She tried putting some distance between them, she even wanted to carry Jordan on her back and start running but she knew Jordan wouldn't allow her. And that left her with one option, walking faster.
The woman however wasn't weak either, she was walking as fast too. Jordan wasn't complaining either, he is a swimmer after all, and young. He is used to walking fast, he saw his best friend, Timothy, and said goodbye to her sister and run. Gal shouted at him goodbye and told him she loved him but that was received with a, "Ew, bye."
His baby brother was growing up so fast and that scared her, it was just a few years ago when she would kiss him on the forehead whenever she told him goodbye or goodnight and now, she can't even hold his hand. Jordan had explained to her how it wasn't 'cool' to be kissed on the forehead.
She was staring at her brother running to meet his best friend who was standing next to her mother next to her car, Gal waved at them and just smiled. She was so happy for her brother; he had a friend who would always wait for him to go to school together.
"Ahem." With that sound, Gal turned around, Sheryl was still there and it annoyed her. To make it even worse she started telling Gal how she was there for her and the wolves were coming. Gal's heart began to bump, so hard and fast. Sheryl moved backward slowly; she could hear the beats of Gal's heart. She knew Gal was about to explode.
"Oh really, who? Your lover?" Gal asked the woman; she was trying so hard to calm herself. She didn't want to explode there on the road and at that time of the morning. It was too early for that and all she wanted was to go back to bed and sleep through the day.
"He is not my lover, he never was." Sheryl told her, Gal didn't care about what the woman was going to say she was sure Sheryl was lying, she passed the woman and was ready to run back to the packhouse to clean up and head out but stood still when she heard Sheryl say, "He was your mother's lover."
A few seconds ago, her heart was beating so fast. Right now, she wasn't feeling it there, she felt as if someone had punched her through her chest and removed it from her body. "You are lying, stop lying," Gal told her through gritted teeth with the little breath she had.
"I am not. On that day, I don't know how many times I am ever going to tell you I was tied up in the basement." Gal knew the woman was lying, it seemed the woman saw her as that little 14-years-old girl who used to adore her and call her, favorite aunty Sheryl. Gal could have sworn on her little brother, Sheryl wasn't tied in the basement as she claimed but rather at the edge of that man's bed.
"You dare to say that about the Alpha, my mother why? Because she is dead, it was your work to know what was going on in and out of the pack, to keep the records of everyone in town, anyone new. You were supposed to know who Michael Patrick was, but no! you were busy doing what you liked, fooling around with anything and anyone you found on your way. I was fourteen and not stupid Sheryl. I hate you; Michael was your lover and you brought her into my parents' lives, he befriended my father and made him look stupid. All those dinners together you could have realized sooner what he was up to, but you didn't, you were busy smiling, giggling. My mother trusted you. You were her Beta, her best friend." Gal was screaming at the woman, and it wasn't the same scream she normally uses on her brother. She was enraged.