And don’t they say first opinions matter the most? He came across as mean and moody, and quite honestly terrifying. I could not imagine anybody wanting to approach him for assistance, he would likely eat them alive sooner than help them.
I could see the former Alpha, his ability to walk was somewhat declining. But boy, did he look cheerful! I could not help but smile at the older man as I watched him pose for pictures with some of his pack members. The biggest, toothiest grin he could smile upon his face as he posed. Like he did not have a care in the world. He looked like he was enjoying his birthday party, and I guess, at the end of the day, that was what mattered the most. Though I could only wonder if he would actually remember any of the party in the days that followed!
‘Bailey, can you head to the car please. Morgan is being sick so we need to go home.’ My Dad suddenly mindlinks, taking me by surprise. I had expected to have to sit and endure the boredom of the party for hours yet. I wonder why my sister was sick? Not that I am going to complain, it meant we got to head home a lot sooner than planned.
‘On my way.’ I responded, and began to head to the car, walking through the beautiful gardens of the pack to the parking area at the front of the packhouse. This pack certainly took care of their packlands. All so well maintained and truly beautiful.
“Oh, and you thought it was okay to let her drink?” I heard my Dad chiding my brother as I reached the car, which suddenly explained why my younger sister was being sick. My idiot of a brother had obviously thought it would be okay for her to drink alcohol. As werewolves, we generally have a better tolerance to alcohol, but this does not form until we have our wolves. And, for Morgan, she had only recently shifted, so this was definitely something that was still developing. She was not used to drinking. And I would say the pool of vomit at my Dad’s feet was proof of that.
“She is plenty old enough. Stop being so protective.” Jordan says with a dismissive shake of his head. “Was good fun, wasn’t it Morgan?” he now grins at our sister, who is hunched over, with Mum holding her long dark hair back from her face so she doesn’t get her own sick in it. Morgan looked up, looking decidedly green, and far from impressed.
“It doesn’t feel fun.” She mutters, before hurling up her guts a little more, making my own stomach turn.
“You are a disgrace.” My Dad says, as he opens the car to get inside. “Meant to be responsible as the next pack Beta and look at the things you do.”
“Oh and you were holier than thou, were you and didn’t have fun when you were my age because you were the pack Beta?” Jordan argues. “Like fuck you did. I have heard the stories of the shit you and Alpha Marshall did.”
I rolled my eyes, knowing this could easily escalate to something more than it needed to be, like so many of the arguments did between these two. “What we did is irrelevant. This is your sister, you are meant to look out for her.” My dad said with a warning tone.
Hmm, chance would be a fine thing Jordan looking out for his sisters. Or me, more specifically. He never bothered looking out for me once I was a teenager. If anything, he was one of the leaders of the gangs of idiots picking on me for being different. Teasing me for studying. Far from being a protective brother, if anything, he was a lousy brother.
“I am being a good brother. Letting her live a little. Having some fun. Shame you have forgotten what that is in your old age.” Jordan says with a sneer.
Dad shook his head. “And that is why you are not ready to be the Beta. I am beginning to wonder if you ever will be.”
Jordan gave our Dad a dark glare, before climbing into the passenger side of the car. “I will sit here Mum, you can sit in the back with Morgan to help her if she is sick again.” He informed her.
Great, so I get to sit alongside Little Miss pukey-pants all the way home, and a very happy looking Mum. Though, looking toward the front of the car, and the atmosphere that was forming between my Dad and my brother, I could only imagine the journey home was not exactly going to be pleasant. The two of them were so alike, not that they would admit it, but that meant that they clashed a lot. And it meant we had to listen to far too many arguments.
Why I couldn’t just be blessed with a decent family who just got along I don’t know…
The drive home was proving to be an awkward one. Morgan, thankfully, had not been sick again but had done nothing but moan loudly the whole time we had been in the car, and I had to listen to my Mum talking to her like she was a little baby. Reassuring her she would be okay, because Morgan was truly acting like she was dying. Jeez, it was self-inflicted, and it isn’t like most people don’t experience it at some point in their life. She had drunk too much. That was all. Yet here she was acting like she was at death’s door, facing her demise.
Goddess help her tomorrow morning when she wakes up with a raging headache if she thinks this feeling is bad! The way she will feel with a hangover will feel like death itself… I will have to make sure I am out of her way, because I don’t think I could tolerate that. I am trained to deal with kids, but a poorly Morgan, sheesh, she is on a whole other level. A true nightmare.
But my Mum coddling my sister was almost bearable when compared to the atmosphere between my Dad and my brother. That tension could be cut with a knife. It was so tight. It was a good thing my Dad was driving, or they would likely be physically fighting by now. The insults being thrown back and forth were ridiculous. Anyone would think they hated one another. But, in truth, they were actually quite close. That is just what they do when they disagree on something. Unfortunately, that seemed to happen quite often. Something I had become accustomed to over the years, but it still didn’t make it any easier when you got caught in the middle of it with no means of escape.
After Dad had criticized his abilities as an upcoming Beta, Jordan now seemed to think it was his place to disagree with our Dad on everything. From his opinions on work decisions to training sessions. Jordan seemed to think all of a sudden he was an expert on anything and everything, and he was ensuring my Dad knew about it. Including the fact he didn’t think introducing me to the former Alpha was appropriate when I am a minor pack member, though why it was anything to do with him, I do not know.
“So why did you think she needed to be speaking to senior members of another pack?” Jordan had decided to continue this argument, and is giving Dad a dirty look. “She is not of importance within our pack. Alpha Marshall has not asked for her to speak with them. She is not a representative of our pack.”
“Have I not explained this? And besides, it is nothing to do with you.”
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