Four Headaches

Chapter 10

Note: This is the aftermath of the other chapter 10 that got deleted. Now, proceed to the weekly scheduled programming.

The brunette covered her mouth as a yawn escaped her lips, blankly staring — glaring would be much more appropriate — at the wall. In front of her, Raze had the four quadruplets lined up and sitting in front of her.

She knew they were mindlinking each other of the little mishap in the kitchen, eyes all glossy it made the urge to pluck them hard to resist.

The girl also took note of their appearances.

The eldest, Arius, had curly, dark blond hair. Raze had resisted the voices in her head telling her to snip off the misplaced curl near his ear. Silvery blue eyes that reminded her of her pet cat, Democles, that was once buried alive and strangled twice.

The second born, Achlys, probably the oddest out of the four. Long, curly blond hair, remind her of Rapunzel that almost made her vomit at the ending. Sky blue eyes that felt like a free fall.

The third one, Sephtis. Oh, the anger in his face. He had the darkest hair out of all of them, ocean eyes that held a storm in them. Chaos swelled up in those lightly furrowed brows. Raze felt homesick for a moment.

And the last, Teivel. A quiet one, she could perceive. But alas, all things are not what they seem. Long, curly chocolate brown hair with silver eyes that shone like daggers. And the upper left of his lip lifted into a small smirk.

They all had similar face structure, considering they were quadruplets and all. It was amazing how these buffoons were considered next generation Alphas, soon to lead the pack at 21 years old yet no rationale in hindsight.

It's almost laughable but she vanishes the thought of humor before they get the chance to beat her up.

It would be unfair to them, of course.

Raze could almost, almost taste the tension in the room if she stuck her tongue out. And getting smacked by an angry Keres offspring is tempting. It was almost a pity a riot never had a chance to start with their Pack Alpha arriving and all.

"You must be really f*****g sick in the head, aren't you?" She could see one figure standing up and walking to her, hackles all up.

"And, pray tell, what the cure must be then?" She smiled, small pearly fangs present. "I am in quite a hurry, after all."

The boy scoffed, "I can't believe our Dad–" Raze turned her head the other way, barely missing the sneer Sephtis directed her way. It made her sick to her stomach, hearing the furious dog barking at her call his Father 'Dad'.

She closed her eyes, fingers covering her mouth. Disgusting.

"Hey, are you even listening to me, you b***h?"

More footsteps approach, "That's enough, Seph. Goddess knows how many things she's gone through before she got here, cut her some slack." Some pushing occured, please let there be a riot.

"We should try and ask her some questions about, well, anything." Another voice chimed in. "Maybe she can tell us something about what our Father isn't telling us."

Raze could only hope there was some sustenance that could keep her from trying to kill these idiots before she was even allowed to do so. Similar to spiders crawling under her skin, every second she spent time with these buffoons she got this feeling of belonging and, what, affection? Utter garbage.