Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 4: 3 - Trophy On Your Arm

We reached the Main House/Master House/whatever you wanna call it, and started heading towards

my uncle and aunt's office.

"So, one of the things we had to discuss," he started. He leaned in and tightened his grip, while

somehow keeping his pace.

He got nice and close to my face. Which I usually completely despise, but only found mildly

uncomfortable because of the "special circumstances" between us. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

But, just like all the other people that get all up in my business, I want to eat his face off.

. . . Just in a different way.

Disclaimer: I don't actually go eating people's faces off. That's gross.

Anyway, he leaned down and said loudly and clearly, "You're coming with me to the Leadership Gala

tomorrow night," not leaving any room for discussion.

Well okay then.

It doesn't make much difference to me. I had plans to go anyway.

Not for the wine or art, but for the dancing portion they always have, and most importantly, the

company.

I slow clapped. "Ah, smart. Wearing the enemy on your arm like a trophy. How —"

"Strategic," He finished for me, with a. . . Is that a ghost of a smirk?

A little cocky are we?

Noted.

"Actually, I was gonna say typical, but whatever floats your boat."

He rolled his eyes and let out a disapproving grunt, "Whatever."

Then, he suddenly switched and put on a weird face. "But don't consider us enemies." He took his

hand off my neck and draped it over my shoulder.

Um. . .

. . . I can't decide weather I want to cuddle into him or rip his arm off. So I just stiffened.

"We're all one pack now, and I'm responsible for everyone's well being," He finished. "That includes you

and your house."

"Well, isn't that sweet of you to consider," I rolled my eyes.

He gave a swift nod. "It is." He turned to look me in the eye. "Things could have been a lot worse," he

remarked darkly.

"They could have also been a lot better," was my blunt response.

"Y'know, you guys are lucky —"

"I know right. We got a softy for an invader," I let out a half smirk, just to spite him.

"No, I'm not!" He exclaimed. "I'm willing to do whatever I need to," he barked, trying to sound

threatening.

"Of course you are. You're willing to do what all your douchebag allies expect you to, to gain all of you

power," I agreed. "Another reason I won't be thanking you. With that agenda, things will definitely go to

crap eventually."

I paused.

"But, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you'd never do it on your own," I finished.

Silence.

"What do you know?" He shot back aggressively.

I didn't respond, but I know my reasoning.

I know my whole house is still alive. I know he let my cowardly aunt and uncle walk. If he weren't a

softy. . . That wouldn't be the case.

The conversation ended there.

We turned down the hall with my aunt and uncle's office on it, and I was expecting to go to the end, but

we made a sudden left. The @ss hole practically threw me into the middle of the room we turned into.

"Get some rest. You've got quite a day tomorrow," Wolfie instructed shortly. He immediately turned and

started heading for the door.

"Sleep tight," he threw over his shoulder mockingly as he slammed it shut.

Click.

That was the lock.

I'm locked in.

Of course I'm locked in. What am I? captain obvious?

I looked around the room. It's been completely gutted, other than a small mattress on top of the metal

"bed". Accompanied by a thin blanket and pillow with a spider man pillow case over it. Which I have no

idea where they found. Unless they brought it themselves?

I don't know, it's just a random thing.

I lied down on it and looked out the bolted shut window. Two thoughts linger in my mind.

Definitely not getting any sleep tonight.

What the h3ll is going to happen to my house?

~*~*~*~

"Hey."

"Hey!"

"Hello!"

"WAKE UP!"

"Five more minutes," I mumbled at the disembodied voice. "I'm sleeping."

"Yeah, I can see that. Now get up! There is work to be done!"

Uuggghhh.

"Oh. . . Yeah. . . It's you people," I scowled, opening one eye.

Standing impatiently at the foot the twin bed I "slept" in last night, I found a blond woman dressed in

black jaygings and a matching button up shirt.

She does not look happy.

"Come on! Get up. I don't want to have to call the alpha."

I didn't move.

She narrowed her eyes and let out a huff. "Fine, if that's how you wanna play it."

Wha—. . . Oh! I'm supposed to be afraid of that, okay.

"Wait, no. I'm moving," I called groggily.

She stopped and turned around. "Good."

I moved at a snail's pace, letting my sore joints get used to movement again.

She rolled her eyes. "Ugh, guys," she looked to two men that I swear couldn't have been there before. .

. Or maybe they could have. My senses aren't the most reliable after a nap.

Especially a crappy one.

They came towards me and grabbed my arms.

Why'd they wait till now to do this? Why not while I was asleep? I would have just let them carry me to

wherever they need me to go.

"Alright, alright. Calm your chiz. I'm fully capable of walking," I shooed their hands away while standing.

The woman gave a curt nod then came closer to me, until she was inches from my face. "Don't do

anything stupid," She cut right to the chase.

I grinned innocently. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"Was that supposed to be sarcasm?" She demanded, raising an eyebrow.

I shrugged innocently. "I don't know. What do you think?"

She just shook her head and said nothing.

Instead of responding, she swirled around on her heal and started heading for the door. She knocked

on it. "Open up!"

Well she's not putting up with my crap.

There was the sound of unlocking, then two werewolves opened the door from the other side. Both

clearly warriors. One is a man who looks to be in his 30's. I wide set guy. And the other is a younger

woman. Maybe mid 20's. Don't know what it is about her, but she looks like she's seen a lot.

I'm flattered.

I've got two bad a$s looking guards outside my locked door to make sure I don't slip away at night and

reek havoc.

I mean, three would probably be a better call, but for people that haven't seen what I'm capable of,

they're being pretty open minded about what my house and I can do.

Which is all you can really ask of invaders.

Other than, y'know, get the frick out of my territory. But, you take what you can get.

Until you can take what you want.

Then you're in business.

But since that hasn't happened yet, I'm stuck doing what I can with the cards they deal me.

And I kept that in mind while being steered throughout the hallways of my own home.

Again.

"Where are we even going?" I questioned, looking around with furrowed eyebrows.

"To get you looking decent for the Gala tonight. The alpha doesn't want to be embarrassed in front of

the most powerful people in the region," the blond she-wolf explained.

My eyebrows drew together even more. "What? That's what we're doing? THAT'S what you woke me

up early for?!" I exclaimed. "It's not going to take all day."

She scrunched up her nose and gave me a once over. "Yes it will."

I mentally scoffed.

"Ouch," I replied flatly.

She shrugged, and we kept walking.

I looked around.

"Y'know, the Master wardrobe for special occasions is that way," I pointed the opposite direction we're

heading.

They froze and silently turned the way I'm pointing.

My hand fell, and I rolled my eyes.

You have got to be kidding me.

One of the warriors ushered me in our new direction.

I shook my head.

This should be fun.