Me and My Boys... Are Werewolves

I have nothing to say for myself except for two words; WRITER’S BLOCK. It sucks for me just as much as it sucks for you. I have been walking around with a headache for weeks trying to figure out exactly how to write this chapter. I was going to collaborate with someone but I decided that I want this to be completely mine. I know, I’m selfish but thank you so much to all that volunteered. I'm not that fond of this chapter. Oh one more thin before the store, the impossible happened today, and  I think we should all write down this date… I COOKEDDDD! And it was edible. I’m so proud. Anyways…

The time has arrived for chapter five…

LILLAH POV

   I could hear everyone talking from inside the house. My childhood was filled with these noises just as the house is filled with memories from my childhood. Mainly glass and wood, the house blends with the lake and forest that surrounds it. Were you to be lucky enough to enter it, the furnishings inside are earth-like and woodsy but at the same time there is an elegance to it mixed with the feel of a man’s place. And that’s exactly what it is.

  When I was younger there were days that I wished with all my might that I could be a boy so that the Tates would want to play with me and my dad and Matt would let me participate in tackle football. But instead I settled for being the knobby little tomboy. Not that I was ever neglected, far from it. Mary Tate made sure that I was proud to be a girl, then after she had Sammy and died, the other mothers in the pack tried to step up to help the little girl that was surrounded by boys. But I couldn’t stand their disapproving looks every time I came back covered in mud or all the times they insisted that I take off my faded Yankees baseball hat.

   That’s why I left and went to go spend three years with my society queen mother, Katherine. Katherine loves me, she just wasn’t meant to be a mom. My dad on the other hand is amazing and my favorite person in the whole world. He tried so hard to raise a little girl on his own but he is what you would call a man’s man. When I got my period he tried to explain it through football. I’ll never forget it… Sometime during the game, the quarterback has to come out of the game for four to seven plays…and sometimes this puts a cramp on the team and it’s necessary to wear extra padding…I was traumatized. So I left, to make it easier for everyone. I met my two best friends, Carmen and Cameron, while living with my mom, they’re twins and so hilarious. Carmen is a really pretty brunette and such a flirt, borderline sl*tty, while Cameron is gay and gorgeous. I miss them loads.

Now I’m back though and better than ever. Who would’ve guessed that the tomboy would grow up to want to be a fashion designer? Not me, that’s for sure. But now I have connections in the fashion industry from the endless parties Katherine forced me to attend. But I guess now I’m thankful for that torture.

When I walked into the house, both of the packs were there and to my utter dismay everyone stopped talking at my entrance. Seb came up behind me, placing a hand on the small of my back. Silent encouragement. Great, we’re already acting like a couple. My inner voice complained. While my wolf laughed mockingly at me and then purred as my mate’s hand slowly ran up and down my back. The gesture was meant to be comforting but I couldn’t suppress the shiver and the attraction towards him that I had been ignoring all day made its self known.

 “Might as well get this over with. Don’t worry I’ll be here, baby girl.” It had hardly occurred to me that Seb said something so completely sweet, when he continued. “And after we’re done here, I could show you the changes in my room. You’ll really like them. Especially my new bed.” He winked and totally ruined his soft and sensitive routine. Old Seb is back.

“Not a chance, Lover boy.”