Sun Child |✔|

|30|

Remember the time when the 

covers on our bed

were the only shield and armor

we needed against

the terrifying everything 

that surrounded us? 

~T.K.G.

***

Late.

That's what I am.

Jay stands upon the porch.

I can see, literally see, a dark cloud descend down and swirl around him as he eyes the approaching truck.

Slowly he goes down each step until he stops, arms crossed and waiting.

I look past him to see a nervous Daisy. Her shirt today reads, 'Never forget Pluto.'

Atlas idles to the side. He still has paint on him. Faint traces on his neck. The purple looks faded onto it and I blush at the sight, remembering my mortification when we had first emerged from the room.

Everyone had left. Breakfast gone and the pack going about their daily routine. The only one still remaining at the table was Lilah, with a happy Sandra cooking lunch in the background.

"About time," she groaned, shaking her head as she watched us from her chair.

I blushed at her words, but Atlas just growled, his threat obvious within the air.

Lilah smiles at me, a knowing look in her eye as she walks towards us. However her smile stutters when she sees Atlas.

"Um...Atlas do you...want everyone to see that?"

She clears her throat awkwardly, her eyes darting between us as she takes in the faint paint marks.

"Lilah be quiet."

Atlas walks away from us, grabbing two breakfast bars. Sandra's eyes widen as she takes in his faded marks.

Lilah shuffles over to me, "Okay first. Wow."

I blush again. I should apologize. Apologize for showing their Alpha in such a disgraceful way.

"I never knew you had it in you sista," Lilah's excited eyes reach mine as she nudges me with her elbow, giggling in glee.

I stare at her in silent confusion, not understanding what she meant.

"I counted at least....omgosh seven. Are you for real Lexie," Lilah's happiness has me staring at her in blank confusion as she squeals and hugs me.

"Enough Lilah." Atlas barks the order out, gold rimming his eyes as he glares at her.

She makes the motion of zipping her lips, sealing them from another word, as Atlas walks across the room, dragging me out and into his truck to drive to Jay's.

"What..." I look at Atlas but he's smiling. My confusion is pounding now within my head, "Lilah doesn't mind paint on you?"

Atlas bursts out laughing. Like he's been desperately trying to hold it in, but no longer could.

"No," He continues to laugh as he glances at me, "she thought they were hickeys."

There's a stunned silence on my part as Atlas fills it in with his gleeful laughter.