Chapter 21 - What have we done?
"And on the fourth day of house arrest Scarlett Johnstone died of utter boredom" Announces a dramatically deep voice that sounds deliberately ominous and creepy. I hang my head backwards of the edge of the sofa, instantly spotting an upside-down image of Brad leaning casually against the library door. A smile quirks on the corner of my lips as I quickly place a finger to my lips, gesturing to the comfortably curled up, sleeping beauty sprawled across my lap.
Pins and needles painfully create a pathway up my legs, which are splayed across the soft, brown sofa as I reply softly "very funny Brad. I finished my book and I don't have the heart to move Casey, she looks so peaceful." I glance down at my little sister who shifts slightly as she mumbles something incoherent and presses her cheek against my stomach.
"And don't think you're forgiven."
Brad snorts, knowing exactly what I'm referring to as he makes his way into the huge library. "If you're talking about to the whole Archer shoving you thing, sorry."
I roll my eyes "sorry is useless unless you intend to do something about it and I doubt you can or will next time."
Brad sits down on the sofa opposite mine, raising an eyebrow "what do you mean by 'can'?"
I realise my slip up - normal human beings have a choice but Alpha's are powerful being, much to my annoyance they have the ability to use what is now called 'the Alpha Order.' Alpha's can command any wolf within their Pack to fulfil their command. It is a skill that all Alpha's possess and is one that is used very lightly – no Alpha dared abuse the sacred gift from the Moon Goddess. In fear of the repercussions... that's if you believe stuff like the Moon Goddess. Not something I have much faith in.
I shrug, playing it off easily "your 'boss' is quite controlling" Brad chuckles but refrains from agreeing in retaliation to my dig as he slouches in his seat, getting comfortable.
I watch in amusement as he glances critically around the room, taking in the four books I'd placed on the coffee table between us, the four books I'd practically devoured today. "I didn't think this was your kind of scene?"
I roll my eyes "oh, really and what type of 'scene' do you think would suit me?"
I glance lazily around the library, it's one of the first rooms I'd found when I went exploring on my second day of imprisonment, having gone stir crazy in my room within the first three hours of my house arrest. The jerk of a policeman Goddard said it's imperative I stay within the house... unless I want to stay in a safe house with him for a week or so. As much as I would have loved to be in his glittering company I quickly declined the offer and agreed to stay in the house until either they found something or until Monday. It's already Friday, so I doubt anything will come up and I have a feeling Uriah's too careful.
I glance at Brad and not for the first time I feel the pull to tell him about Uriah and the imminent danger he's in but know I can't risk my family, and this Packs safety... safety; if that's what I can call it. Uriah hasn't stricken out at the Pack yet – the calm before the storm... an illusion of safety. I grit my teeth; I don't even know how many Rogues or Hunters he's managed to infiltrate the Pack with yet... there no telling how many are hidden within the society.
"A dark room with walls covered with various plans on how you want to kill Archer?"
I roll my eyes saying, "and why would I give up that much of my time and effort?"
Brad chuckles "I suppose that sounds just about right." I slowly shift, deciding I really do need to move my legs before I loose feeling in them. I stretch my arms above my head, trying to get some relief in the cramped muscles.
