Ordinary

NINE

Ordinary POV

The bright red stain is going to be the straw to break the camel's back. There is no way that bed or bedding was cheap for as soft as they are, and I have effectively ruined them. Thinking back on the pain of rejection and I can't help the small gasp that escapes me. Suddenly, Jason is back and my apologies seem to be failing me. Waiting to hear his rejection, I'm to stunned to be angry when he lets out a laugh and comes to me. It doesnt' matter to him that I ruined his bed? He leads me to the shower and I can't help but reflect on how the past few weeks have gone. My innermost self won't allow me to not at least acknowledge that he has the ability to reject me at any time. However, his actions are constantly reassuring me that he is ready for the long haul. He WANTS this.

We've barely started to dry off when someone starts banging on the front door. Being werewolves, our hearing is already sensitive but this person sounds like they are trying to beat the door down!

"Here, put these on and I'll go see what the hell that is about" Jason says, handing me a set of his clothes. He disappears around the corner before I take my towel down. The shirt is huge and covers everything well enough, but his shorts are so big they fall with the first step I attempt. Choosing to wait, I plop down on the bathroom floor and flip my phone to a job search engine. I'm going to have to get my own clothes soon, if I don't want the entire pack seeing my underwear. Zoning back in, I feel as though I recognize the voice of whoever Jacob is talking to. The woman's voice is muffled. I can barely make it out but I chose to investigate and immediately regret the decision when I come into view of the door.

"Ord!" my mother screams, letting herself into the house. "Ordinary! I knew you were in here!" my mother slurs, barely keeping herself upright. Dad didn't have time to teach her much in their marriage, but when she gets like this, it seems like every bit of self-defense he taught her comes flooding back. She's smarter, faster, stronger, and harder to control than when she's sober. This is where Vyve's path of destruction comes to life. She's been known to do everything from burn down buildings to beat smaller wolves to death, knowing that my father's death in his position makes her untouchable under our pack's laws. No one in our pack is able to do so much as defend themselves from her, thanks to the importance of my father and she takes full advantage.

"I need the keys! I know you have my good booze locked in your safe you piece of s**t!" Vyve yells.

If staring a hole in the floor could be a true thing, I would greatly welcome the escape right about now. Keeping my head down, I attempt to slink away but Vyve is locked in on me. "Get back here!" she shrieks. "I had plans tonight! I won't just sit around because you sold yourself out as some kind of w***e! You've always been worthless, you'll always be worthless! I don't know why your brother insists on keeping tabs on you, as if your death wouldn't be the most welcome thing. Now, we're Goddess knows where, in this poor man's house. Look at the commotion you've caused!"she adds in a calmer voice, throwing a wink at Jason.

"Get the f**k out of my house!" Jacob roars. The command in his voice sends chills down my spine and Vyve takes advantage of the set back to grab me by my hair. "See! You've upset the nice man, and now I'm going to be stuck with you again! This is what I get for keeping a cheap slut as a daughter!" Vyve continues to shriek, now pulling me along by a fist full of hair.

Jacob's speed is unlike anything I have ever seen before. He crushes her hand, breaking every bone there before detangling my hair from her and sweeping me back into his arms. In a rush, he sets me on the couch before following her out. I should follow. I should chase after them and stop whatever it is she is about to do. No part of my body is willing to comply with those thoughts. I can't force myself to do anything other than sit here and cry. I should have known she would show up. I should have known, letting myself have a moment of peace was going to be ruined before it even began.

Covering my ears, I attempt to drowned out the sound of my mother's taunts. She is still on the porch screaming for everyone to hear about her worthless, good for nothing, w***e of a daughter. "w***e" was the last word heard before a singular high-pitched scream, and silence. Nearly tripping over my own two feet, I spring from the couch and make my way to the front porch. Alpha Michaels is standing in my way but even he can't block out the entire blood bath.

A large wolf whimpers to my left, blood dripping from it's fur. It has to be Jason, who else could it be? The tingles I feel when it's tail brushes my arm confirms my theory. But the blood... How could there be so much, so quickly? I've seen deaths before, there were several attacks on our village that had some brutal end results, but those were mild in comparison to this. My eyes follow the gaze of my blood-soaked mate, to find my mother on the ground. Her throat has been ripped out and she is missing an arm. An overwhelming sense of dread, grief, and most shockingly, relief flood me. Alpha Michaels begins barking orders, as I stand there staring, unable to hear anything he's saying.