What's A Mate? COMPLETED

Chapter 29 Chatting With Atticus

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I jump over the last few steps, and tumble onto the ground.

A few pups stop playing to look at me. I snarl at them and continue to run.

Soon, I reach the pack house, and I barge in, taking a couple people by surprise.

I need to find Atticus.

I burst through the kitchen door.

A couple women stare at me.

He's not here. "Where's Atticus?" I say, out of breath.

One older lady rushes out her next words. "Third house on the left in the first row. Is something wrong, Luna?"

I ignore her and run. I keep running. And running.

My speed decreases when I reach where the lady directed me to.

His house is fairly small compared to the others. I inhale deeply and step to the door.

Then I knock. 

Three times.

I just noticed I'm holding my breath. Why? I dunno.

It's 'cause you're nervous, bitch.

The door creaks open before I can do anything.

Like run?

No!

"Um, Luna." A slightly elderly woman stands in the doorway.

"Yes?"

"You knocked?"

"Oh, right. Yes, um... Does, uh, Fred live here?"

"Fred?" Her brow furrows.

"Oh, sorry. Atticus. Does an Atticus live here?"

"Yes, Luna. He's my son. Why would-"

"Mom, who is it?" Atticus strides around the corner.

"Hi, um, I just wanted to speak with you... privately?"

Atticus nods and tells his mother he'll be back soon.

When we start down the road, he starts speaking. "So... What did you want to say?"

"Oh, I was wondering if you could help me."

"With what, Your Majesty?"

"Ew, um, no. Anyway, canyoupleasehelpmelearnanewlanguagesoIcanrubitinJack'sfacethatIcanspeakanotherlanguage?"

"Um, what?" He laughs.

"Listen. Jack knows a lot of languages, yes?"

"Right?"

"So, I'm asking if you can teach me a language he doesn't know."

Atticus stops. "So you want help."