Chapter 11

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Happy Birthday Terminatrix!


Chapter 11

 

Three weeks later

“You are such a cheater!” I yelled, but continued on my way down the trail.

Macon was following after me, stepping on the heels of my converse whenever I slowed down. I had no idea where Lesley had run off to.

“I’m a Werewolf, what did you expect,” Macon hollered.  

He was a few steps behind me, but it was obvious he was running a lot slower for my sake.

“So since you’re a Werewolf, I should expect for you to cheat?” I asked, bringing my run to a halt.

Macon stopped as well, but mainly because I seemed to have confused him. He opened his mouth, closed it, and repeated the process a few times before finally managing to speak.

“That isn’t what I meant,” he said in a serious voice.

“Yes you did. You just admitted that Werewolves are a bunch of cheaters,” I told him, shaking my head at him.

“No! I meant that it’s expected for me to be faster than you because I’m a Werewolf. I wasn’t trying to say Werewolves cheat. We don’t cheat. We’re just faster than humans, that isn’t our-” I brought my hand up to stop his mumbling.

“And you’re the third in command? You’re tripping on your own words,” I said and allowed myself to chuckle at the distressed look that came over his face.

“You are…” Macon said, and he seemed at loss for words.

I laughed again and decided it was enough teasing him. I started heading back home.

“I know, I’m weird,” I finished for him.

He might have wanted to say I was something else, but settling for being weird was a lot better.

“No, you outsmart me,” he said. He shook his head, and a frown tugged on his forehead, like if his own words bothered him.  

“Lesley’s waiting for us at the mansion,” Macon told me a while later.

“Yay,” I loosely said, with fake enthusiasm.

“Don’t sound too happy,” Macon told me, giving me a nudge with his elbow.

“Me, too happy?” I asked, pointing at myself. “Nope, I leave those things for Lesley. You already know she’s the life of the party.” My words were dripping with sarcasm, and Macon’s grin showed me he agreed.

I had yet to see Lesley laugh or even crack a smile. Heck, I was stuck with her too. I didn’t stand being around her, but at least my life didn’t stop for the six or seven hours we were forced to spend together.

“Don’t take it too personally. It’s not just that she doesn’t like being your guard. She wasn’t always much of a talker to begin with,” Macon said.

“I don’t really care. Eh, I hardly see her either way,” I shrugged.

It was true. Lesley and Macon had been my guards for the past three weeks. The arrived at eight and usually left around two in the afternoon, when Caine arrived.

In all the time that we were supposed to be together, Lesley always found a reason not to be around. Caine of course didn’t know that and I was happy with keeping it from him.

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