Dealing With The Twins

Chapter 2 - Awww.. He wasn't planning on stripping for us.

I looked at my watch and groaned.

Where are they?

I swear Steve and Greg were supposed to be here half an hour ago, and I was missing the piece of cake I had in the fridge for this.

Five years ago I might have just left, but there has been an increase of rouges lately, and they are dangerous.

But you got to feel bad for them.

Why?

Because the reason a wolf turns rouge is because they go crazy after their mate dies.

That doesn't excuse the fact that they attack people. 

They only attack girls that look like their mate.

That's still a horrible thing to do.

Yeah. I know. Just saying that they do have a reason.

How ever aweful it might be.

You know what? Why don't you go look for your missing patrol?

Fine, fine. I'm going....... Where do you think they are?

Check Alpha's house first. They might have thought you were supposed to meet there.

Good idea.

Of course it is. It was my idea.

Yeah yeah. I know. You have a big ego.

Only as big as yours!

Can you shut up now?

Fine.

Walking through the door of Derek's house I immediately smelt them.

Yep. I was right.

Ignoring my wolf, I made my way into the kitchen where their scent was the strongest.

"What are you doing?" I asked in an icy voice when I found them with a plate of food in front of each of them.

"Eating cake," Greg said casually, apparently not noticing my glare.

Didn't you have cake in the fridge?

Yes. Why?

I don't think anyone else did.

You mean.... No! My cake!

"Who's cake is it?" I asked hoping that Loki or Elizabeth sent over some cake or something.

It's not very likely, but one can hope, can't they?

"I don't know. It was just sitting in the fridge."

I snarled at them, "You're missing your patrol, so you can eat cake!"

"Yes," Steve said sinking lower in his seat, finally noticing that I was upset.

"And you don't know who's cake you are eating?"

"No," Greg said starting to copy Steve's posture.

"Are you sure?"

"No," Steve replied looking sheepish, "I'm pretty sure I know who's cake it is now."

"And whose cake are you eating?"

"Your's?"

"Good job," I said nodding my head at him.