“Isn’t that the problem with their species… they eat human food?” Carmen widens her eyes to emphasize the words human and food and I start to giggle at the word play.
“Ughhh, you know what I mean. Let’s just serve steak. Leave it raw and they can suck it for all I care. I mean, who doesn’t like steak?” Meadow huffs at her.
“Angelics… they’re vegans!” Demi casually wanders in looking mischievous at his quick-witted remark and winks our way. All pale skinned, sandy hair and blue eyes which hint at far off DNA in his past bloodlines. For once no sign of his identical shadow and I roll my eyes at him.
“I guess that gene was missed on you two then.” I point out. “You two could eat your own weight in steak in a three-minute sitting.” For Angelic mix breeds they lack anything good natured or pure in their genetic makeup.
“We’re Lycans, baby. The wolf DNA dominates everything else.”
“Speak for yourself.” Sierra appears in the room waving about her hands that are shrouded in a blue glow as if to prove her point and then smiles sweetly as Domi moves out of her way to let her in. She has been walking around with that honeymoon glow, mate mark on show at her collarbone, and making me and Colton seem like we are not even lovers in comparison. I never knew Radar could be such a touchy feely, attentive, and mushy mate, if I hadn’t seen it myself these past days. Glued together most of the time, and always touching. Sierra is like a new woman. Glowing, bubbling over with brightness, and her magical gifts seem to have ramped up to crazy levels. I guess all she needed was real happiness and mutual love. No more fear of dwindling gifts anymore for her.
“I think as a Lycan pack we pretty much fail. Most of our main hierarchy are mongrel bloods of mixed breeds. And I’m a freakin part human.” Carmen plops her ass on the edge of the new long polished dining table and tosses her hair casually over one shoulder, with that sassy manner of hers that I’ve missed. No hint of denial anymore in admitting what she is.
Since we made it clear to our pack that bloodlines shouldn’t be a shameful secret, instead something to celebrate, it seems so many have come forward to profess their childhood sins of being mixed breeds. All in all, it seems only about forty percent of the Santos can trace their blood truthfully through Lycan only. Another lie we were force fed all these years by Juan and his stupid ideals. It’s been refreshing though, to see them embrace their true selves and no longer hide hidden gifts from their own kind. It seems we have so many talented among us with unusual abilities that may not always be useful but are what makes them unique. No longer afraid to admit that they aren’t only Lycan.
“Steak it is.” Meadow pipes up getting us back on track and notes something down on the clipboard she’s been carrying. “I’ll tell the kitchen to prepare a carnivores feast. I’m sure blood sucking leec……” She stops talking when she catches my serious eye on her and swallows a little hesitantly. Not amused at her slip to insults concerning my father. “Chica, no offense but, I mean it’s what they do.” She points out and I shake my head at her with a small affectionate smile, inwardly sighing because she’s not wrong. I’m too sensitive today because of how uptight this meeting is making me. My nerves are all on edge and I haven’t been able to eat today at all.
“Not all of those with vampiric blood.” I tap my own chest and wink at her before going back to fixing the floral d?cor in the middle of the huge table. Letting it go and exhaling slowly to relieve some pent-up stress.
“True. I’ll stop talking.”
It sometimes worries me if my unborn will have tendencies that I never experienced. Nothing is certain and I have no idea if these babies will follow the norm and be more Lycan than anything else. Being twins, I’m not sure if that will affect things but looking at Domi and Remi, who are almost identical in every way with dominant Lycan DNA, then maybe I am worrying for nothing. If Lycan vampire mixes had the traits of both, we would have heard of it by now.
“What’s with the dress? Aren’t you all combat pants and vest tops lately? The Lana Lane of the wolf world.” Meadow’s eyes and attention are on carmen now, as a subject change, appraising the feminine look of today and it’s only then I spot the minimal makeup and that her hair has been styled differently. She’s put in more than the usual effort.
“No reason.” She flippantly waves a hand at us and starts adjusting chairs around the table, avoiding Med’s eye. She’s also more closed up and secretive than normal. Less chatty and it piques my interest. Wondering if this is a tactic to get Jasper to notice her.
“I mean, I’m not against using your feminine wiles and assets to get your man to pay attention. If you need any pointers….” Meadow is all over that in an instant and stops in her tracks when Carmen flicks flower vase water at her in warning to stay away.
“I don’t. And it’s not for him. I’m tired of looking like a beat-up tom boy who has lost all sense of her image lately. I have more pride than looking like a half-baked, decrepit floor broom, that’s been used to death and discarded in the dust.”
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