Twinned Flame

Let's Go

Sylvie woke up late into the afternoon, trudging slowly down the stairs groggy and sore. She was making herself a simple breakfast of eggs and fruit when her front door swung open. It banged against the wall, knocking over her coat rack in the process.

"What the f**k?" She screamed muffled with a mouth full of eggs. Braxton stood in the doorway, Aelis standing behind him. Braxton walked in eyeing her cabin up and down before landing his gaze on her. Braxton was dressed in a black fitted shirt and dark jeans with work boots on. His hair was greased back and he was grinning. Aelis walked in behind him wearing a simple grey button-up and work pants. His brown sandy hair was loose in its normal beach wave style. He waved at Sylvie, who slammed her plate onto the counter in frustration at the intrusion.

"Good afternoon Sylvie, sleep well?" Braxton asked, walking over and picking up the coat rack he had knocked over,

"I tried to get you earlier, but you were still sleeping when I arrived before," he casually mentioned before sitting on the chair Hugo had been sitting on the night prior. He leaned back, kicking up his feet and the worn chair squeaked with protest. Sylvie took a second to understand his words.

"You came into my home while I was sleeping?" was all she could muster to say in her shock. Braxton nodded

"Yes, didn't I just say that?" Braxton said, laughing more to himself, he eyes Sylvie up and down. She was still in her sleepwear, a tank top that tightly hugged her, leaving nothing to the imagination, and shorts so short he followed the fabric curving over her ass. He grinned, and she moved further behind the counter out of his gaze.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, annoyed. Aelis walked over towards her

"There's a meeting at the packhouse, and we need you to attend," Aelis said, glancing over at Braxton, who was eyeing all the plants hanging around the living room. Sylvie met Aelis's warm brown eyes that looked like they were almost pleading with her, or trying to puppy dog her into agreeing with anything he said. She frowned at him.

"Why?" she shot out. Aelis forced out a laugh, scratching the back of her head.

"Well the Alpha wants to see you," he said, grinning sheepishly. Sylvie looked at Aelis, then to Braxton, who seemed to be in his own little world. She sighed, deeply, exhausted, already ready to crawl back into her bed and sleep.

"He's already been waiting awhile," Aelis admits,

"We came by much earlier, but as Braxton said, you were still sleeping." Aelis leaned towards her and whispered

"Don't worry, I didn't let him upstairs when we were last here," then winked at her, if that was to make her feel better.

"Get out," she said. Aelis looked at her surprised.

"Get out," she said again, more firmly and laced with withheld anger. Braxton laughed at her attempt to get him to leave. He slapped his legs and stood up, walking over to her. She felt unnerved at his presence, his shifting personality left her guessing about who she was dealing with almost daily. Was it Braxton, heir to the Alpha title of Bloody Dagger, or Braxton a bully jock who harassed her for the fun of it? Braxton was only 3 inches taller than her, and he bent down like he was a tree, and she was a simple weed in his shade. He grinned at her, giving her another once over.

"We'll give you time to get ready. We will be right outside, little rogue." He clicked his tongue and then turned on his heel, walking out. Aelis turned too, but Sylvie reached out and grabbed his sleeve. She paused, surprising herself. Aelis stopped, surprised as well, turning back to face her. She let go of his shirt and cleared her throat.

"What's wrong with him?" She asked, meeting his questioning eyes. Aelis turned to look at the door before looking back at her.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Sylvie rolled her eyes at him.

"Yesterday, when he confronted me before. It was like he was switching personalities. You even committed when you were walking away that it was weird," Sylvie said, rushing through her explanation. Aelis laughed.

"Oh that, yea, he's weird ain't he?" Aelis said, chuckling. Sylvie looked at him, trying to read him.

"But that's just Braxton, right?" he said, as if brushing her off. She frowned, knowing that asking someone like Aelis was a mistake. They grew up together, were rarely apart. He may not have been part of her torment, but he was present when it happened. She crossed her arm under her chest and scoffed at him.

"Get out so I can get ready then," she snipped. Aelis shrugged, turning to walk out, his phone already unlocked and playing a random video. When her front door was shut, she sighed to herself again, reaching over and grabbing the handful of grapes she had on her plate. She popped a couple in her mouth, turning and heading towards the bathroom to shower.

She kept it short, fearing that she was making the actual Alpha wait and not his ass of a son. Wrapped tightly in a towel, she rushed upstairs, dodging the window, she saw Braxton standing in front of her as best she could. He wasn't looking in, but she didn't want to chance it. Upstairs she dried off and tossed a couple of outfits on the bed, trying to decide. She was given a lot of thrifted outfits from those in the pack. She liked to mix and match or use the fabric to create new items to wear. She wasn't a tailor, but the crude lines of her sewing became a signature of her non-workout attire. She grabbed a white long-sleeve blouse with a collar. She tightened the blouse by gathering it at the front. She paired it with a black sleeveless dress that she fitted the waist to that had an attached flared skirt. The two sets of silver buttons at the waist were added for decoration. She grabbed her black heeled boots. Twin straps cross the ankle with a buckle, and black laces climb the front tight and fitting. She dries her hair attempting to fluff the choppy layers. Her hair falls to just on her shoulders, and she fights her bangs before giving up and hoping she looks presentable enough. She rushed downstairs just as Braxton was opening the door again. He eyed her and she grimaced.

"You're taking forever," he says with an almost bored tone. She frowns,

"You could have just left. I know where the packhouse is," Sylvie says, descending the final steps. Braxton rolls his eyes at her.

"How am I supposed to know that? You've only lived out in these woods," Braxton said, waving her off.

"Plus, we're taking my car. Come on, Dads, not going to wait forever for someone like you," Braxton said, walking back out. Sylvie bit her lip before following him. She closes her front door, promising herself that she will get a lock, or make a lock when she returns. Braxton was walking over to the driver's side of his teal celestiq. Aelis was leaning on the passenger door scrolling through his phone, his usual demeanor.

"Let's go," Braxton said, opening the door and getting in. Aelis followed, and Sylvie walked over to the passenger side back seat, sliding in. The leather interior was cool to the touch, and Sylvie couldn't help feel out of place in something so luxurious. Braxton revved the engine, rock music blasting through the speakers and creating a thrum through her seat at the bass. As they pulled away from her home and onto the asphalt of true pack grounds Aelis turned into his seat to face her.

"Hey, do you have a phone?" he asked. Sylvie blushed, a wave of embarrassment washing over her.

"Uh, no. I don't," she mumbled. Aelis turned to Braxton.

"We're going to need to buy her one if you want this detail of yours to actually work." Braxton looked visibly annoyed.

"Give her one of your spares," Braxton said. Aelis shrugged, digging into his back pocket before pulling out an older flip phone. He factory reset the phone and handed it over to her like it was nothing. She reluctantly accepted the phone. It looked brand new, despite it being dated compared to the smartphone he obsessed over. The color was a burnt orange, and she smiled slightly at it. She flipped it open, looking it over. The phone played a tune as its screen flashed with the logo.

"It's reset. I'll put our contacts in later and then give you the number so you can hand it out to people," Aelis explained.

"If the detail passes, we'll use it to keep in contact during missions," Sylvie nodded at him as they pulled into the main packhouse driveway.

"Let's get this over with," Braxton said, stepping out. Sylvie and Aelis followed.