really full of yourself,” she
commented.
“Am I?” he challenged. “Or is it just that
you know I’m right.”
Her eyes flashed fire and she snorted. “Go
ahead and fight Victor and the whole pack for all I care,” she
said, thrusting her nose haughtily upward. “I’d barely even realize
you were gone.”
Bemused, Michael smirked and said,
“Liar.”
She slammed her shoulder squarely against
his, pushing past him through the narrow opening he left in the
doorway.
“Hey!” he called after her.
With her nose still high in the air, she
breezed down the hallway to join the others in the library. She
plopped heavily into a chair and crossed her legs, swinging one leg
wildly and crossing her arms.
Logan glanced at Michael, who shrugged. Then
he looked at Allison who shot him a look that told him to not even
bother asking.
“Ohhhhh-kay…” Logan said. “So, what are the
plans?”
Michael retreated into a dark corner and
leaned against the wall. Only a shaft of blue-gray moonlight coming
from a nearby window illuminated him.
“For now, nothing,” Michael said. “It’s up
to them to make the first move.”
“I say we fight!” Logan argued, pounding his
fist into his palm. “We should surprise them! Take them out while
we can!”
“No!” Michael snapped. “It’s too dangerous.
They could be planning an ambush. Anything could happen.”
“But, if we take the fight to them…” Logan
started to say.
“I said no!” Michael snarled, his voice
almost otherworldly in its viciousness.
Logan immediately closed his mouth, and his
shoulders slouched forward in defeat. Then he looked over at Luke
and said, “What do you think?”
“I think Michael’s right,” Luke admitted.
“It’s too dangerous to go after them on their own turf. We’d be at
a disadvantage. Plus, they could be just waiting for us to leave
her unguarded.”
Logan frowned at his brother, but then he
sighed heavily and groaned, “Fine, I see your point.”
“Then we stay here and see what they do,”
Michael said, ending the matter.
“Who’s hungry?” Logan asked as cheerfully as
he could manage.
“Me!” Allison gasped, her stomach suddenly
gnawing painfully. “Wow, I didn’t realize how hungry I am until you
said something.”
“I think we’re actually running low on
food,” Luke commented.
“Why didn’t you pick any up while you were
in town earlier?” Michael growled.
“Sorry, I didn’t know we were that low,”
Logan admitted sheepishly.
Michael snarled and said, “Get going, and
hurry back!”
“Wait!” Allison said quickly. “Isn’t it a
bit dangerous to send Logan out alone in the middle of the night
with all this going on?”
Michael paused, and then asked Luke,
“Exactly how much food do we have?”
Luke shrugged, “I think we have a loaf of
bread and a couple of apples.”
“That’ll do for tonight,” Allison
interjected.
“Agreed,” Michael said. “You and Logan will
go into town in the morning at first light. For now, Allison, you
should get some sleep.”
“Um, she should eat first,” Logan reminded
him.
“I’ll just take an apple for tonight,”
Allison said.
“Logan…” Michael started to say.
“Got it,” Logan said and jogged out of the
room. Moments later, he returned with an apple washed and nestled
carefully in a paper towel.
“Thank you, Logan,” she said politely. “Good
night, everyone.”
“Night,” said Luke and Logan. Michael merely
nodded from the shadows.
Allison ascended the creaking stairs,
sinking her teeth into the crisp, juicy flesh of the apple. Juice
dribbled down her chin, and she licked it carefully away. Her head
was filled with visions of fur flying and sharp teeth bared. The
thought of the pack being hurt because of her…
It was then that her eyes turned upward and
she saw two gleaming yellow eyes staring menacingly in the darkness
on the stairs above her. A lip curled menacingly over two rows of
vicious fangs, and a deep,
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