The Truth

Chapter Six

I look at him, disbelief clearly on my face. "No." My voice comes out in a flat growl.

This, of course, is expected by the pack, the new Alpha and Luna are expected to share a home, a territory, to spend the next 10 years trying to bear pups together.

"Your not going to use this as an excuse to get what you want." I take the shoe box off the table and head out the back door, I pick up my spade that is sitting on the table next to the door and make my way into the back yard. I can hear him fallowing me.

His voice comes out almost in a whisper. "Get back in the house."

I shake my head no and drop to my knees, harder than I thought I would, but I shrug it off.

He squats beside me. "Get back in the house, it's not safe to talk out here right now."

I shake my head again, this isn't going to work in his favor. He stands up, I smile for a second before I feel his arm move quickly around my waist. He yanks me up from the ground. I'm still holding Puffer's box, so I try kicking him, along with elbowing him in the side in order for him to let go of me.

He moves like he's unfazed. How dare he! How dare he pick me up like a child who is throwing a tantrum! He opens the door and it slams shut behind him. Walking through the house to my room he tosses me like a load of laundry on my bed.

I shake my head no, my nails grow out but I push myself to stop the change. After a couple of minutes, I am able to stop it.

"Oh knock it off!" his voice takes me by surprise. "Look if I want s*x I can go get it. I'm stuck with you same as your stuck with me, so just knock it off. I'm not going to try anything!"

I sit up on the bed startled. He is standing across the room not moving. I press my back up agist the headboard of my bed.

"Then why..?" he cuts me off.

"You need to pack some clothes. We need to get you out of here."

I look around my room, it's mine yes, but it doesn't feel like mine anymore. It feels like someone has violated it. He is right of course, one wolf is nothing if not easy to pick off. Who ever this is, has made it personal, quite quickly. I set Puffers' shoe box down on the side table.

"My bed? My Movies? My things?"

He shrugs. "I can call a lesser wolf to come move everything if you want. I know one or two who could use the work. The spare bedroom has a bed in it already though. So for now just clothes and necessities. Leave the keys to your car on the table too. Whoever this is knows what it looks like. I'll sell it and we will get you a new one."

My car too? My home? Why do the females always suffer? He's right of course I can't really argue with him, but still I don't have to like it. I slowly nod and go to my closet. I pull out an old duffle bag and put in a few pairs of pants. I pulled out some shirts as well, and stuff them in the bag as well. My favorite set of pajamas are next.

"Turn around." My voice was flat, he laughed a little but turned his back to me so he was facing the door.

"I'll find out who's doing this and end it." His voice came suddenly as if he's come to some kind of conclusion.

"Robert?" I asked. I saw him tense up.

"If it doesn't hurt the pack."

Continuing to pack, I shove my bras in the bag. I look in at my one adult toy, just a magic wand that plugs into the wall. I consider bringing it for a moment, but then realize I won't be able to use it at his house. His hearing and sense of smell is way better than that of any humans. Do I want to leave it though? What if some lower wolf finds it when they come to move my other stuff? I shake my head and shove it in the bag too. I can get rid of it later at least. Or just keep it until I can move back into my own place. Finally, I shove some socks into the bag.

"Robert had a sister, she's got two kids. He was helping them survive."

Diesel nodds his head, "It's hard to live on your own."

I drop it. I guess that's all I can hope for, some kind of acknowledgement that people needed him. I go into the living room and pop out my VHS tape. Does he even have a TV? If so, maybe he's only got a DVD player. He might be one of those people who want to keep up with the times on everything. Still I can't leave it, I can't leave my first and only real crush. I take tape 1 out of the VCR and put it in the box before putting the thing in my duffle bag.

Diesel is standing in the doorway looking around awkwardly.

"What do you want to do with the bird?"

I glare at him for a moment. "Puffington." I say quickly.

"What?" he seems a bit confused.

"His name was Puffington, and he needs to be layed to rest."

He walks outside holding the box. He didn't go out the back door, he went out the front. I grabbed some things from the bathroom and kitchen.

He's standing next to the front door now. "Ready yet?"

I take one last look around. Did I have a bunch of expensive nice things? No, but what I had I worked for. I worked for everything in these rooms. My sad set of stools against the island, my used sofa, my television and VCR. The flowers look odd in the vase, can I take those? Where would they fit on the bike? I look at them a bit longer than I intended.

He startles me when he takes the duffle bag out of my hands. I see him strapping it to the back of his bike using some cords to keep it in place. I set my keys on the island; with its pan burn mark in the middle, and walk out the door. I don't bother to lock it. It's clear if someone wants in, they will get in.

I wrinkle my nose up at the bike. He pulls on a helmet then hands me one. I stare at it for a moment. Was this what he was doing when I had gone out? Did he take a trip somewhere to get a second helmet?

"So your brains don't splatter all over the road." He says simply.

I pull the thing on, it's tight around my head. I carefully get on the bike, "Scoot up, hold onto my waist."

I've never been on one of these death traps before and for once, I do as I'm told. I'm guessing he has more knowledge than I do regarding riding these things double. He let's out a sigh, not as if he's tired, but maybe he is though. Maybe he doesn't want to fight? I scoot as close as I can to him, my chest pressed against his back. It can't hurt, at least. I close my eyes and wait, I can feel this thing vibrating under me. I wish we could just take my car. He takes off and I let out a small scream as he speeds off from the corner. I can hear him laughing about it. I've never been to his territory before. Honestly, I don't even know where it is. It ends up being about a half an hour drive from my place though. I mentally shake my head. No, not my place, not any more.

He pulls into a small driveway. It's got some grass growing over one side and there's a truck in the driveway with his shop’s logo on the doors. I'm guessing he uses that for work. It's in no way new or shiny, it's a bit banged up, and hasn't had a wash in a long time. Dirt is up inside the wheel wells, and down along the sides. He moves around the truck and it's clear he's done this more than once. I can see the tires have made tracks in the grass. He pulls into an open side garage. It's not attached to the house or anything. I'm not complaining about the walk, it’s just not what I expected.Somehow I always thought he had more than this.

He gets off the bike and I follow without a word. He unties my bag from the back of the bike and places it on the ground next to the door. I take the helmet off. Taking it from me he sits it down onto the back of the bike, his own hanging from one of the handle bars.

Next he opens a side bag and pulls out Puff’s shoe box and hands it to me. Taking a shovel from the side of the garage he walks out without a word. I follow him out the door to the back yard. No fences here, just grass that goes right up into the woods. Walking over to the tree line he stops and digs a small, but somewhat deep hole in the ground. I put Puffers' down into it. I don't cry but I don't speak either as he covers up the hole. He moves a stone to the front of the hole. It's the best that can be done I guess. I sat in the grass for a little bit, just looking at the stone. It looked so plain, it wasn't fair to Puffers.

"Come on" Diesel's voice was sudden.

I looked up as he walked off, taking my duffle bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He came back and offered me a hand up. I took it, it seemed cold not to do so. He yanked me to my feet and I followed him to the back door of the house.