Dealing With The Twins

Chapter 8 - I told you we needed to work on our puppy dog eyes.

Pack meetings.  The most boring part of pack life.  

My wolf let out a howl of relief as we pretty much ran away from the pack house.

Well....  Not ran, more like drove..... Twenty miles above the speed limit.......

I turned on the radio, and heard a song that sounded slightly familiar.

"Girl I know I don’t know you, but your pretty little eyes so blue, are pulling me in, like the moon on your skin."

I smiled, remembering my little fairy dancing around in circles, under the moon light, singing this song at the top of her lungs.

Turn it up. my wolf said sounding happy at the memory that the song brought up.

More than happy to comply, I turned my radio up as much as I could, blasting the song through the car.

"Dude, what are you listening to?" Alpha questioned, giving me a funny look.

I shook my head at him, and started to sing along with the chorus.  Zander must have been remembering that night too, because he started to sing along from the back seat, and a quick glance in the rear view mirror showed me that he was grinning from ear to ear.

 The memory was so strong, I could almost smell her beautiful coconut, scent......

Wait.....  I could smell her scent.

I slammed my foot on the break in slight alarm, and looked at the only building that it could be coming from.

Shit.

The person behind me laid on their horn, and I'm pretty sure he was cussing me out, but I wasn't really paying attention.  

What was she doing here?

"What the hell?" Alpha asked looking at me like I'd lost my mind.

I could hear Zander start to protest the unplanned stop too, but he stopped before he got a whole word out, and looked at the bar in horror.

The door slammed behind me as I jumped out of my truck .

"Where are you going?!" Alpha called behind us.

I didn't answer and neither did Zander as we both started to walk to the entrance of the bar. 

"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for this," Zander muttered in a panicked voice.

"There's not," I replied, convinced that the only reason was that it was my mate we were talking about.  Sure his was in there too, but this can't be her idea.

"Well why would they be in a biker bar?  On this side of town?"

"Well cause there aren't biker bars on the good side.  The side they come from, the side with the college."

"Maybe they got lost, or something.  Had to ask for directions."

"How can they get lost?  Neither of them have a car."

"They walked," he asked sheepishly as we looked over the bar. 

Much to both of our horror there was a group of people gathered at the counter, my mate at the center, a guilty expression on her face. 

"I'm sorry.  I really didn't know you were a guy.  I know the beard should have given it away, but girls can grow those too right?"  She was looking up at the biggest person in the entire bar, a beard a foot long hanging from his chin.  Much to my dismay he was looking down at my mate with an annoyance level much higher than I thought possible.