FIST PUNCH
1180 Words
AMARA'S POV
Classes went by in a blur. All I wanted to do was go back home, and have a proper conversation with Dad. There was something off about his guests. And the part of me that wouldn't ease of howled at me.
“Amy, are you okay? You seem carried away. Is there a problem?” Louisa, my best friend, said as we left the class. It was recess. Still, I didn't feel the slightest pang of hunger.
I shook my head, “I’m worried about my upcoming birthday,” It was almost the truth. It was a lie, half the time my heart was torn between my birthday and the stranger that made heat slice in and out of my system.
Louisa arched a brow at me, “Okay if you say so,” Her tone was serious for a beat, before it turned into a squeal. Thank goodness most of the students were so engrossed in their tables, to give a hoot about our business. “In two days, you're going to finally meet your wolf, and your mate!” Scratch the earlier squeal, the sound that came out of her mouth was a full blown squeal.
She was one hell of a dramatic girl. Literally the most beautiful blonde I'd ever come across, and bubbly too. I hope when she finally shifts into her wolf form, she finds her mate. And he marks her.
Louisa clutched her chest dreamily, “Oh I can't wait Amy,” She purred, “The love, the desires, oh my goodness finally meeting our wolves… and the highlight would be—”
“Meeting our mate!” We said in unison. Except that Louisa was reeling in silence. A minute from now, she might burst from excitement.
Yes, I looked forward to finding my mate. It was a significant ritual in the Blue diamond pack to be marked by your mate. “Hmm. Have you ever wondered what your mate would look like?”
I shook my head, dipped some chips into the ketchup and propped it inside my mouth. “Mm-mm…”
Louisa grimaced. Her eyes narrowed as she stared blankly at me, “That's not a response. Amy, is there something else going on in that head of yours?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Something like what?”
“I know how much you love being an enforcer, but you also need a mate.” Her tone was torn between being serious, and trying to sound calm. She was doing a bad job at both.
“I know I do. I mean, even Kyle needs a mate.” A small smile crept up at the corner of my lips, when Louisa blushed.
I knew it! I've always known she had a secret crush on him. Kyle's own was the worst. He couldn't hide it to save his life. I guess he's holding back because she was yet to meet her wolf.
After the shift, if she doesn't meet her wolf, he might mark her. Her birthday was two weeks away from mine.
“Yes, he sure does,” Her voice was thick with desire. “Have you picked out a birthday dress yet?” She quickly switched conversations.
Laughter rattled my chest, but I held myself back. I was just going to anticipate her shift. “Not yet. I have no design in mind. Might as well go for a gown in my closet.”
Louisa stomped her fist against the table. “Never! Amy…” her voice trailed off as she looked around the cafe. “Your Dad is the Alpha of this pack, and you want to show up for your ceremony in casual wear?”
I rolled my eyes. I bet I forgot to mention that Louisa had an eye for aesthetics. My God! She could practically live in a shopping mall with all the designer clothes and won't get fagged.
I was stylish. Okay, let me rephrase, a minimalist stylish girl. “It's winter season Loiu. I don't want to freeze to death while trying to shift.”
Mischief glistened in her eyes. “I’ll take care of your dress, don't worry about that,” she said. Louisa snapped her head sideways, and grinned.
I followed her gaze and it fell on a five foot eleven dude. Luke Baxter. He was one of the hottest guys in school. I had a platonic friendship with him. Because he was the son of a Beta. But, the entire pack my friend inclusive thinks we're better off as mates.
“O-M-G- He is so cute,”
I brought my glass of chilled orange drink to my lips and took a sip. “Mm-mm…”
She casted me a sardonic look. “What—” Louisa had barely finished her statement when the bell went off, much to my relief. I pushed myself up from the chair and headed straight to class.
After school, Louisa had offered to go to the shopping mall. “I got you. One look at a dress that'll look gorgeous on you, and I know it.”
Thank goodness! Because I'd rather be in Dad's office quizzing him about a certain young man.
Twenty minutes after driving in silence, I finally got to my house. I scrambled out of the car and made a beeline for the door. I had to change into fresh clothes, if I wanted a basis for argument.
“Mum!” I squealed, and stopped abruptly in my tracks when I saw Kyle pacing the length of the large living room.
A scowl darkened his face, “Amara, what did you do today?”
I stared at him, too stunned to speak. “I don't understand,”
“How dare you appear in front of the Lycan King to-be!” He howled. “You shouldn't. You have a way of bringing us into a mess, and leaving us to clean up after you.”
I flinched. That was it, “Excuse you Kyle. I didn't do anything wrong.”
He scoffed. “Whatever! Now, Rylan is going to be at your birthday bash!”
I rolled my eyes, “Who is Rylan?”
Kyle scrubbed a frustrated hand over his forehead. “You don't know who Rylan is?”
I shook my head. Another sigh. “What kind of a girl doesn't know who Rylan Walton is?”
“If it's that dude who allows his men to talk down on other Alphas, then I don't think I'm supposed to know him.”
“Christ! Well, let me school you. Rylan Walton is the captain of Outlaws, and next in line to the Lycan King, you're welcome.”
My stomach dropped to the pit of my stomach. I've never really paid attention to any Hockey game. But now it all made sense.
Kyle spoke again, shattering my thoughts to a thousand splintered pieces. “He is coming for your birthday dinner.”
“But we're enemies with them. Why would he want to come for my birthday dinner?”
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