Plot Twist

Chapter 13

If I hear one more snippy comment, I will attack. Nobody insults Gossip Girl.

"Another episode of this? Ugh, no offense, Cal, but I really think -"

DING DONG!

The sound of the doorbell interrupted whatever Skylar was going to say, and thankfully, stopped me from losing control and lunging at her.

"I'll get it!" I volunteered, hopping off the bed and out of the room before I did something rash. I wasn't sure who was at the door, but anything was better than the last forty minutes of torture. Being a very out-of-shape and anti-exercise activist, I was already breathing hard by the time I reached the front door and opened it.

And would you want to take a shot at who was on the other side of that doorway?

No, really.

You'll never guess who had come to cause more drama and conflict in this already cringe-worthy plot line.

Ryder.

Clad in a leather jacket, navy blue v-neck, and dark jeans, it was obvious he was going for the rugged bad boy look.

Upon seeing him, my body involuntarily tensed up in a fight-or-flight mode, remembering all the times I'd pissed him off and gotten away unscathed. My heartbeat picked up, but I stayed rooted to the spot. No matter how much my survival instincts screamed at me, I had to remember that he couldn't really hurt me. Skylar was just upstairs and could probably get down before he mauled my face off too much, and not only that, attacking me would be a personal threat on fake-dad and the pack.

So if Rywhore was smart enough all that - and that was questionable, seeing as he was an asshole male-lead - he'd keep his paws to himself.

Ha, paws.

I'm so punny.

Willing myself to remain calm, I regarded Ryder with a blank expression, "Is there something you need?"

His eyes darkened and a smirk graced his lips as he leaned against the entryway, "Actually, there is. You wouldn't mind fetching your sister for me, would you, human?"

'Human'?

That's the best insult this idiot could come up with me? I mean, seriously, it's not even offensive - he's merely stating a fact.

Fucking werewolves, I tell you.

"Excuse me? If anyone here is doing any, 'fetching', I believe it would be you. In fact, I think I have a tennis ball around here somewhere. You looking to play ball there, Fido?"

Instantly, I felt a little regret at disrespecting him. If he really wanted to, he could maul my ass.

But still, 'fetch'?

The guy walked right into it!

A low growl escaped him and his eyes flashed gold, "Listen. If it weren't for the fact that I was nice enough to take your sister back as my mate and future Luna, you'd be dead right now. So, here's the deal. Find your sister, bring her to me, and I'll stop thinking of ways to make your death look like an accident."

Although my heart rate spiked at the threat, something sparked within me at hearing him regard fake-sister more of a charity case lucky enough to receive his affections rather than an equal he should be apologizing and pleading with.

You do not insult my fake-family.

I felt the familiar protectiveness swarm through my veins until it was the only thing I felt. "No, you listen here, you bratty little -"