Shadow Huntress

3. Saving Barbie's Butt

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The wolf still sat there whimpering slightly, as he felt her pain. He knew she would overact. She always did. After observing her for a few days he could see she was extremely closed off. He even doubted that her sister knew of this particular weakness.

            A sound came from over the hilltops. His brothers calling him back. The others would already be worried about him.

            But still he couldn’t leave his beloved in this state.

            Oh yeah and what are you going to do with no movable thumbs?

            Get home before your sister has another panic attack.

           Standing up the wolf quickly shook himself and then ran into the woods. Not before quickly circling her property. Yes, he knew she was perfectly capable of defending herself, unlike many other mates. But this didn’t stop him from worrying.

            He tried to get back to the others as quickly as possible since his friends had some how got themselves into more trouble.

            “Get your precious over temperamental ass over here.”

            “Dear sister is that anyway of asking for a rescue.” I asked back. The phone wedged between my ear and shoulder as I painted my toenails fiery red.

            “Rescue? You’re the reason why I’m in this situation.”

            “I didn’t tell you to start an argument with one of the new boys and then let hamster naw at one of the boys.”

            “She didn’t bite him.” My sister gasped dramatically.

            “So she stroked the guy with her teeth?”

            “Get your ass here now before I dye all your tops pink.”

            “How are you going to do that when I’m in your bedroom?” I said looking around at the ridiculous amount of clothes and shoes. If you couldn’t guess my sister’s room was white with a pink carpet. She took the Barbie thing to the next level.

            “Why the hell are you in my bedroom?” my sister was, how you say, very protective of her own space.

            “I didn’t want to get polish on my floors. You know how bad I am.”

            “GET OUT OF MY ROOM.”

            “NEVER.” I shouted down the phone. Laughing evilly as I wander around looking for my sandals, waddling like a penguin.

            The mess in my room made it impossible to find anything. Shrugging I just picked up the first jacket I saw. Unlike my sister my room mine was fiery and dark looking with red and black splashed throughout the room.

“Dad, River is in trouble again.” He was buried in his books barely looking at me while I tried to find his car keys. The crazy man was settled in his huge leather chair looking very regal if he didn’t have mad scientist hair.

            “Did you get her in trouble?”

            I grabbed chest. “Dad how could you think that of me.” I dramatically shouted back. This room, his study, was massive and covered in books. Everywhere. Books on life or maths or the magical world of Harry Potter.