Broken Moon

Chapter 10 Going to dinner

Linas POV

"So where are we going and how should I dress?" I asked Lizzy.

"A hamburger place called Martys. I'm thinking jeans and a t-shirt."

"Oh I have just the one." I went into my room and started putting clothes into my new wardrobe, while looking for the t-shirt in question. I also saw my favorite jeans. They were light blue, tight around my thighs and booty but loose around my ankles. They could always make me look good. But the crém-de-la-créme was my t-shirt. It was a white t-shirt with Twilight New Moon characters on it. It always cracked me up to see the pack members' reaction to it.

I step out and ask:

"How do I look?"

"A bit like Jacob from Twilight," Lizzy responds.

"So buff with white teeth?"

"Yeah, something like that."

This was a standing joke. I was tiny. I used wait and hope for a growth spurt but it never came. Lizzy was almost 5,9 while i was 5,1. I did exercise. That is sort of in the werewolf blood. We want to hunt and run. We need to move about. So I ran everyday and often lifted weights in the evening. Despite this my frame was continuously petite. The muscles were there but hidden.

"Are we getting picked up?" I asked.

"No, but James said we could take one of the pack loan cars."

We walk to the garage in question and choose a Volkswagen golf. It was a comfortable car. I hook up my phone to it and can't resist playing as many songs as I can think of to mock my sister. Everything from maneater to Eenie Meenie. The last one was by a young Justin Beiber so that one features more than once. By the time we arrived I had successfully agitated but distracted my sister. The distraction was the nice part. The mocking was just something I could not resist doing.

The burger place was nice. It had a laid back junky feel with fleamarket finds all over. Many many Christmas ornaments, even though we were far away from Christmas. It also smelled wonderful and I was hungry. We step inside and I see Lizzies eyes move to two very very attractive gentlemen sitting together at a table clearly uncomfortable being near one another. One, the one facing us, must be James. He looks kind of preppy but laid back. He is fit and athletic. I get the feel a triathalon a month would suit this guy amazingly. Black hair in a classic old school cut. He is wearing a pike shirt and jeans.

The other guy has his back to us. He is even more muscled than James in a way that says weightlifting and fighting. This guy would not have been out of place as a medival knight. He sort of makes the men of Sparta seem meek, and one of his arms is heavily tatooed. I get the feeling there is alot written in that tatoo but I can't tell what from this distance. This must be Altic. He was already attractive when he was young but lets just politly say that he filled out in a very good way. He gives out both protector and bad boy vibes. We move towards them and their faces light up. Wow, to be at the recieving end of those smiles.

I felt a cold jab piercing my heart but put on a fake smile. The mate bond is one of the most amazing things about being a werewolf. I was never going to feel that. Nor would I ever be anyones chosen. If, through som oddity, a packmember would think I was his mate I would be rejected. Rejections are very rare. It hurts so much and it is such a crime against out nature. But one thing that all pack care about is their young. And no one would risk letting their pups grow up without a wolf. I still had not made my peace with this. I usually kept myself in a state of denial. Who wants to be cursed to be alone from the age of eighteen?

We move closer and Altics bluish-green eyes meet mine and my world just stops. I want to marry this guy. I want to curl up in his lap and cry. I want him cuddled aginst me as we sleep. I want him to hold me and kiss me and say he'll never let me go. I want him to push me against the wall and mark my neck saying I'm his mate. f*****g hell. I knew it would be tough to meet my old crush. I knew it would be tough to face seeing my sister find her mate. But how could fate be this cruel? How can I be expected to sit on the sidelines when my sister gets served my mate on a platter. And she does not even want him. What possible horrible thing could I have done to deserve this?