Supernaturals

33. The return

SHAWN

In an hour or so, the party would begin. Eve and some other werewolves had thought it made sense to throw a party. The party would be to celebrate our lives and all we have been through. Seemed to be a decent idea, all things considered.

I embraced the idea because I also felt it was time to feel something different. For nearly two years we have fought so hard to build our territory and every damn day is another battle to fight. Reinforcing the fences, adding vervain around, training, building weapons, farming, searching for supplies, sending delegates out— there was always something to do. Not more than three werewolves have lost their lives in this apocalypse and that alone speaks volumes. The work never ends as long as we want to survive.

There is a time for everything and I believe it was time we pretended the world wasn't ending and just have fun.

“Alex,” I called out.

He was on the field boxing a huge rock he managed to fix on the wall. Ever since I beat him, he had become quiet and spent most of the day training in the field. Eve and Mike have reasons to think that he would challenge me again but my thoughts were different. I felt he was embarrassed and wanted to get stronger. . . for the sake of getting stronger. That's the kind of drive failure gives, it becomes imprinted on the soul.

It was nevertheless impressive to see that the huge rock was in a more sorry state than his bleeding hands.

“Yeah,” he let out as he got to the top of the building.

“How are you doing?” I asked.

He chuckled and exhaled forcefully afterwards. “Don't pretend you care?”

“Why do you think I don't care?”

“Why should I think you do?”

I could already feel the tension rising. He hated me so much that he couldn't disguise it— or didn't care to.

“I'm the leader of the eleven packs, one of which you belong to.”

Alex turned around, attempting to walk away. “So what? I don't care about shit.”

“Alex, don't think of walking out on me," I said, my voice being so unfriendly. “When I talk to you listen, that's how things work around here, in case you have forgotten.”

“Never fail to remind me you're the Superior," Alex mumbled as he turned around and walked back to me. “What do you want from me?”

“I want to know how you're doing, not too much to ask, right?”

“I don't suppose you go about asking everyone how they're doing, do you?”

“That shouldn't concern you, should it?”

I wasn't trying to get on his nerves. Hell, I didn't care about him or his nerves. What I wanted him to know was that I didn't hate him for challenging me and would love for him to see that I don't consider him an enemy.

Alex flung his hands in the air in frustration. “Okay, I'm great, never been better. Is that alright for you?”

“Good to hear you are fine. How's the tooth though?”

He frowned at me, biting his lips so deeply that they began to bleed. The rage in him was so strong that it seemed as though I could feel it in the air.

“You must think you did me a favour by not killing me, don't you?”

“Haven't given it much thought but now that you brought it up, I guess I did.”

He went silent.

Alex had rage written all over him. There was something about him that made him think he had to prove himself or something like that. I can't say what it is but I could see it.

His body was still and unmoving as I embraced him, my hand cupping the rear of his head.

“We are all in this together," I said directly into his ear. “We are not enemies and I hope we'll never be.”

I hadn't even moved twenty feet away from Alex when Mike saw me and walked with me down the spiral stairs.

“The witch hasn't contacted us yet,” Mike said.

“It has been what, a day? Come on, it's too early to start doubting her now.”

“Too early? I doubted her from the moment I saw her.”

“Why? Cause' she's a witch?”

“Reason enough for me,” Mike said. “Not to mention that the little we know about her came from her own mouth. She could be in bed with our enemies for all I know.”

“But you don't know, so there's that."

He shrugged repeatedly but kept mute for a while.

Mike continued. “I’ll be a liar if I said I wasn't shocked that you agreed with her so quickly, for all we know, she and her witch friends could be working for the demons."

“That's unlikely," I said confidently.

“But possible, right? They could even be working with the demons," Mike contemplated.

“I don't think so, I mean, I don't trust them but I'd know a foe if I saw one.”

“Thorns are often hidden under the most beautiful flowers.”

I patted his back softly. “Bro, I understand why you don't trust her but you're being extra. Let's forget this and enjoy this party no one asked for.”

I loved how the tables were designed and organised for this event. It was interesting for the eyes to stare at. There were about seven tables in the hall just by the field and at least two hundred werewolves in the hall. The hall itself wasn't too big or fancy but for this event, it'll do.

The seven tables had thoroughly washed tops placed expertly on them. There were champagne glass cups positioned in such a manner that would make it clear that each table was meant for twenty persons.

Eve handled the decorations and had spent hours making the hall look as presentable as possible. Can't blame her for putting so much energy into the decorations— there wasn't so much one could do these days.

Ribbons and some cloth materials were used creatively to style the whole place, and this included wrapping the pillars and strapping the materials all around. The metal roof of the hall was not in its best condition, but even that wasn't enough to ruin the new beauty the once boring-looking hall had.

Eve and everyone who assisted her did an impressive job, considering the time we were in.

The party began just as Eve told me it would. There was music, singing, dancing, several games and a ton of other things. We had had so much fun even before the feasting, and more importantly— the drinking began.

Steak, gin, beer and soup were shared evenly amongst everyone and it was no surprise that we had exhausted a week's worth of food just for the party. Was that smart? No. Did we have to do it? Freaking no! But did anyone have any regrets at all? No. It was the happiest we had done in a long time.

Watching everyone dancing made me feel happy and content. It was indeed a weird feeling but one I wouldn't mind having as often as possible. Just watching them dance and laugh made me get a morale boost as well as one for my ego. I wasn't doing a bad job after all.

Even Alex Cross was doing his fair share of dancing, mostly with Tara, a girl who had a thing for him. As I watched him dance, our eyes met and he smiled at me before taking his stare away. Alex smiled at me? This day couldn't get better. Or weird. Whatever.

“This is a different day and we are doing different things," Eve said, sitting astride my crotch. “Do you still think I did too much?”

“As a matter of fact, I'm even more convinced that you outdid yourself on this but it was more than worth it.”

Eve slipped her hands into my shorts and held my d**k in her hands. Yes, in the hall but with all the dancing going on, no soul noticed a thing.

“I can outdo myself in more than one thing," she whispered into my ears. “The question is, are you up to the task?”

Eve talking seductively has to be the best thing ever. Her voice was just out of the ordinary and she knew how to turn me on just by speaking, and hell, she was doing more than that.

“Up to the task? The little guy downstairs has the answer for you," I said, squeezing her hands on my “little guy” who wasn't so little at the moment.

Our lips glided on each other as she teased a kiss. She did it again, again and again, still managing to keep her hands inside my shorts, fiddling with my d**k.

She had been teasing me too much. My hands dug into her hair, pulling her face closer to mine. In no time our tongues locked and I could taste the mint in her breath. She always smelled great, I don't know how but she has always been that way. Even as my face was titled, sniffling her breasts, she still smelled great.

“We have to take this out of here," Eve said, remembering that we were in the hall and in the midst of hundreds of people. “Take me out of here, take me to our bedroom.”

Just as I lifted Eve, Mike walked up to us.

“He's here," Mike said. “The bloody vampire is here, just showed up at the gate like a f*cking delivery guy.”

“What vampire?" I inquired, already knowing what the answer would be but blindly wishing something else would be said.

“You mean the hybrid?" Eve asked, getting off my hands.

“The clown's nose is both round and red," Mike said, shrugging at Eve.

Why the hell was he here? If he thought for one moment that he could f*ck with us, then he wasn't half as smart as he looked.