—I've told you to stay away, Vega!— My brother slammed the door in Vega's face for the seventh time that week, and for some reason, Godric or Big Guy, as I had nicknamed him, always came back. Meanwhile, in a complete 180-degree turn, Eloic had simply stopped leaving the house and stopped hanging out with the other wolves.
Had Godric and Eloic fought? Well, it wasn't my problem... I frowned, diverting my eyes from the laptop screen where an episode of My Little Pony was playing.
And then it was like a light bulb switched on above my head.
Were Eloic and Godric dating? Their story perfectly matched the yaois they had seen, a bad boy and an innocent boy. I smiled at the idea, although I knew Eloic was more of the 'dominant' type.
—That would make a good fanfic,— I mused aloud.
And here I was, thinking that no romance in this pack would be as interesting as Crystal's.
I nodded in agreement with my own thoughts, considering writing a fanfic about werewolves.
—I'm so smart,— I murmured, smiling to myself lost in my own thoughts.
—I have serious doubts about that,— Eloic's voice interrupted me, forcing me to turn and face him leaning against the doorframe of my room with just shorts on and wet hair falling over his forehead. Gross.
—What do you want, Eloic?— I asked.
—I need to go out. Don't. leave. the. house. And if anyone knocks on the door, don't open it! Especially if it's that damn Godric!— My brother 'politely' ordered - the biggest idiot of all, just a few seconds older than me. But I just crossed my arms and stared at him. Despite loving fights, I hated getting involved in them, especially in couple fights.
—Got it, big dummy. Anything else?—
I watched the same disbelief flicker across his face as I complied with his orders.
—Nothing? Then get out, I'm busy with My Little Pony, if you haven't noticed,— I pointed with my thumb to the screen of the notebook behind me and spun the chair. It didn't take long for his grumbles and footsteps to be heard throughout the house.
I waited for the door to slam shut before getting up from the chair where I was sitting and grabbing my wallet. I bothered only to roll my eyes and mutter 'idiot' as I watched through the window Eloic running towards Ichabod's house, our damn probable half-brother.
I laughed, shaking my head. It was impossible. Mom had bad taste, but not enough to sleep with the alpha's half-assed father. Heaven forbid! As beautiful as Mary might be and probably Ichabod's Soulmate, she didn't hold a candle to Crystal. How the hell had that man traded Mary, whom he barely knew, for Crystal, childhood sweetheart, wonder fiancée, and the damn prettiest woman in the pack? Even I had a crush on Crystal, and I didn't even like women… well I thought that. Okay, maybe my judgment could be skewed because she was the girl I had liked for years? Yeah. I shook my head disapprovingly as I directed my feet out of the house. It was for reasons like this that I would never get involved in relationships. One moment everything's fine, everything's great, and the next paradise turns into hell, and you find out your man is screwing your friend. Not that it was my problem, but it was awful how he had ended things with Crystal, and she was the one seen as bitter, as the one holding a grudge, while people expected her to just forget about it since the perfect couple had moved on. It seemed like they forgot that Crystal was the victim in the situation, didn't it?
I huddled inside my coat as I walked down the deserted street, pondering how the people in town saw Crystal. It was the weekend night, and as much as I liked stopping by the grill to relax, I hated being surrounded by so many people who looked at me and wondered who I resembled the most, trying to figure out which lucky member of the tribe had strayed from the flock. It was unpleasant.
My mother was from a big city, and I always wondered why we had to leave there when I was younger. However, as I grew up, hearing what people said behind our backs and noticing the looks, things started to make sense, especially when Eloic transformed. Our damn father was from that damn place.
However, my certainties ended there. It would be easier to have someone to answer my questions, but despite being Eloic's twin, I didn't have wolf genes or whatever it is my brother has. Combined with my 'invisible' way of existing in the close-knit small town, people saw me almost as an intruder, and I couldn't blame them.
I took a deep breath, my eyes burning after spending so much time staring at the computer screen. I couldn't remember the last time I had left the house, probably on the last day of school, and I couldn't say it was a bad thing. I loved the gossip of the pack and enjoyed stalking the stupid wolves, but I hated interacting more than necessary.
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—I'm off down the road, I'm all alone, Taking these sweets to Grandma's home,— I sang softly as I twirled the bag of candies between my fingers. —She lives far, the path is deserted, And the big bad wolf isn't lurking here,— I continued.
Heading home with a bag of sweets reminded me of the story of Little Red Riding Hood, except that no big bad wolf wanted to eat me. Let's be honest, I was more like Batman sneaking out at night to remain 'in the shadows,' and despite enjoying imagining myself as Batman, my life was too calm to be compared to the Dark Knight's. —I'm off down the road, I'm all alone, Taking these sweets to Grandma's home,— I laughed, singing the only part of the song I remembered while imagining myself dressed as Little Red Riding Hood with a double life where I saved people like a dark knight.
As I spotted my house, something caught my attention—a huge mass of muscles that wasn't mine, even though Eloic didn't even compare to that mass of muscles—Godric Vega. —She lives far, the path is deserted, And the big bad wolf isn't lurking here,— I chuckled at the situation as I approached the 'saintly' Vega, who fit perfectly as the big bad wolf.