My Possessive Werewolf Mate (Who is Also My Step-Brother...)

Du bist anders

"Du bist anders" - AnnenMayKanteriet

🎵 Frag ich dich nochmal und du sagst nichts / Weil du mir nicht alles sagst / frag ist dich nochmal und du sagst nichts / Aber ich seh' was in deinem Gesicht 🎵

SLAM!

The loud slamming of a door jolted me awake, making me shoot up in my bed. My heart racing from such a sudden noise, I looked all around my room for some stupid reason, feeling childish as my nerves were on edge. It was most likely Emilia rushing around the house as she got ready for our flight back home to Canada.

Yawning, I stretched my arms over my head before I hopped out of bed.

"Wha—?" my voice trailed off as soon as my bare feet landed on something soft.

Alaric's house had hardwood flooring, which was nice and allowed the floor heaters to work a lot better. Therefore, I was really confused when the soles of my feet landed on felt. Looking down, I cocked my eyebrow at the blue blanket and lonely pillow that was on my floor, looking like a makeshift bed. I didn't recognize them, but I also knew that when Alaric's friends had moved our stuff, they'd also been nice enough to include a few gifts that would help us feel more at home. These included flowers for Emilia, cookware for Dad, and some Pokémon action figures for me. Maybe they'd also given us some bedding that I hadn't noticed before? I've been told that I'm a thrasher when I sleep, therefore, it made sense that some of my bedding would wind up on my floor.

I picked up the blanket and pillow, confused at how warm they were. Whatever. I tossed them back onto the bed, and went to getting ready for my flight home.

I showered, brushed my teeth, and got dressed in some cozy jeans and a sweater because I'd be stuck wearing them for ten-plus hours in the same seat, *shudder. I really hate flying. Still, there was definitely some pep in my step as I went to gathering up all my things so that I could leave this place as soon as possible.

I rolled my suitcase downstairs, letting the plastic wheels smack loudly against each step as I descended.

From the window, I could see Dad's car in the driveway. I'd been asleep when he and Alaric had returned from their awesome trip to Cologne while I'd been stuck at home with Emilia (who'd of course ditched me) and Dominik. I frowned and placed my suitcase right next to the front door so that I could snatch it up as soon as it was time to head to the airport. The thing with international flights is that passengers are expected to arrive at least three hours before their flight is due to take off thanks to all of the security lines we have to wait in.

Speaking of, I did a quick pat down on myself to make sure that I had everything I needed: my phone was in my right pocket, and my velcro wallet with a sewn-on patch of Pompompurin was in my left.

I headed back upstairs to grab my rabbit backpack that had my inhaler in it, along with my passport. It rested on the now-empty dresser in my new bedroom, and when I snatched it up to open it, I furrowed my brow in confusion as I dug through it.

My inhaler was there, but I couldn't find my passport.

But I did find something else though.

"What?" I wondered aloud again as I reached in and pulled out the tiny little plastic circle that was in my backpack. It was roughly the size of a toonie and it had the Apple logo on the front of it. When I held it up to the light, the logo shimmered with a rainbow effect. The backside was all silver-colored with a teeny tiny serial number etched into it. Sometimes I would pick up little "treasures" off the ground whenever I was in the city, thinking of them as little keepsakes. However, I did not even remotely remember picking up this little plastic-covered coin.