The Werewolf(malexmale)

Chapter 23

Later that night, Callias, Serge, Royce, and a few of the pack members had to have private a meeting over the threat. That didn’t include us. We were still under lockdown, but that didn’t keep them from doing what Callias wanted in his own home.

Logan and I were bored as flipping hell, and lounged around in the living room lazily just waiting for Callias and Serge to come back from the meeting. We had nothing else better to do than to watch Tv. And it sucked, what sucked even more was I still had this fucking cast on. I wanted it off already but the pack doctor, told me that I needed it on for at least a couple more weeks until it was fully healed.

I had it coming, after provoking Logan like the way I did the other day. “I’m still awfully sorry about that arm Darren. I really didn’t mean it.” Logan mumbled. I couldn’t help the scoff that swept past my lips as I whacked the back of his head playfully. “Bro, I told you that you don’t need to apologize for it anymore. It’s fine, it’ll get better.” I let a forced smile spread my cheeks. I didn’t want Logan to keep feeling sorry for himself or for me.

He couldn’t help his strength. “That strength of yours would have been useful in gym class at school though.” I teasingly said to him. Logan looked up at me with a playful smirk. “No shit.” He whispered with a glazed look in his eyes.

“Man, I really want to know what they are talking about in there.” I mumbled out impatiently, I couldn’t help myself from bobbing my leg up and down. My curiosity was killing me. I suddenly whipped my head towards Logan who arched his eyebrow and stood all rigid and on high alert. “Why can’t you go in there? Surely, they have to let in the alpha’s mate.” Logan shrugged his shoulder before shlumping back down into the couch without answering me. I looked around the room and I couldn’t help but notice how alone we really were.

The clock against the wall kept ticking, and it made my left eye twitch just by hearing it. Jeeves, Jack, and Nikolas weren’t around. And I couldn’t help but think of how strange that is. Usually either one of them were lurking around in a corner, i’m sure they weren’t at the meeting with the others. That wouldn’t make sense if they were with them. “Let’s go find them.” I said excitedly to Logan. This could also give me a chance to look around the house, I haven’t really since the whole interior of it anyways. Logan just crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me like i’ve gone mad or something.

“Lets go look for Jack and Jeeves.” I whispered to him excitedly, Logan just shook his head. “Come on Logan! It’ll give us something to do. We don’t have a lot to do anyways expect watch Tv. There’s nothing on.” Logan glanced up to me before letting out a deep sigh as he raked a hand over his face. “I don’t think so. Maybe we should just stay where we are.” I grumbled under my breath, about to admit defeat before a cruel idea snuck its way through. I gave Logan a pouty stare while darting my eyes down to my casted arm every now and then. Hoping that he would get the hint.

Logan creased his eyebrows confusion. He was always so slow. “You’re the one that twisted up my arm you little shit head, the least you can do to compensate for it is to treat me a little for it.” I couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction when he sputtered out a curse. “Darren...that is not cool and you know it.” I rolled my eyes before getting up from the couch and stepping away from him.

I knew that he’d eventually want to come with me. He never says no,  just as I expected him to. Logan eventually agreed to it, even if he really wasn’t looking forward to doing this. Growing up he’s always been running around like a chicken without its head.

“Lets go search the backyard.” I chuckled to him excitedly as we skidded around the kitchen for a couple of flashlights in the cabinet drawers. We looked both ways and all around before carefully heading our way out towards the wide screening door that led to the backyard. I couldn’t fight off the wince that came through me, when it screeched open like sharp fingernails scratching onto a blackboard.