because that was expected of him, not because he loved us, although he had a soft spot for Rebecca. I am left to think that he is unable of loving anyone other than himself.
When Brody and Allie were born, it was expected that they wouldn’t turn. Their mother was full human, and their dad was half Wolf-half human, leaving Allie and Brody a quarter Wolf. Little did we know that the werewolf gene was dominant, and they would be like any other werewolf, full strength and abilities. Sierra loved to use this fact to prove that Allie is an abomination, and I shouldn’t be with her, but I thought a human mother topped out a social-climbing mother any day.
Luckily, when I walked through the door, it appeared as if I was alone. I walked through the house, which was probably the largest in Wolf Creek, to my room. My room was sleek with black wood and blue touches. I had a huge 62’ screen television, hooked up with all my gaming consoles, along with a couch, a desk, and my favorite part, a king sized bed. I plopped my bag down and turned on my X-box. I had barely made it through a round when Rebecca came bouncing through the door. She must have gotten a ride from a friend, because I didn’t hear Mom leave her room.
Rebecca was seven and probably my favorite person on earth, along with Allie. She looked a lot more like my mom than my dad, with blonde hair and green eyes. I practically raised her; my father wasn’t an option and Mom locked herself in her room most days. I didn’t mind though; she was great. She bounced everywhere she went and gave off more energy than the sun. She was sweet and innocent, and more than anything, I wanted to protect her from everything bad in the world. I paused my game and gave her my full attention.
“Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!” Her little voice squealed. She jumped on the couch and continued to bounce until I got up. I should have know; she always wanted ice cream. I laughed and told her to go jump in my car, and I would meet her there. She was so excited; she nearly sprinted out the door.
I met her in my car, where she was jumping up and down in her seat, most likely to keep warm than anything. I owned a black Jeep Wrangler, which I loved, and currently the doors and roof were detached, exposing us to the crisp October air. I probably needed to put those back on soon, but first, ice cream.
I drove Rebecca to the Purple Cow Diner blaring music, not my music, only her pop music of course. The dinner had decent food and really good milkshakes. I ordered two burgers and two milkshakes…. for myself. What can I say? A boy gotta eat. Rebecca got a grilled cheese and a small, vanilla milkshake. Werewolves eat about triple of what a normal person would of, our metabolism burns food faster and shifting burns a ton of calories. Literally, two-thousand.
While we waited for our food to arrive I asked Rebecca about her day. She said it was average, but Mark, who we suspected was her pair (you never knew until the shift approaches), kept bothering her all day, but she didn’t really mind. Ah, only if Allie wouldn’t mind if I bothered her all day.
Think of the devil and their sibling appears. Brody walked in and went to the classic-looking bar. He picked up a big brown bag and three milkshakes. When he turned around and noticed us, he walked our way, stopping at the end of our table. Rebecca looked up from her milkshake and saw him; she squealed and jumped up to hug him. She loved Brody, and he loved her, I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Rebecca was mine, but I couldn’t really be talking. He stole my sister, and I was trying to steal his.
“Hey man, what’s up?” I asked.
“Nothing much, something happened that got Allie in a twist but she won’t tell me. When I came home she was in a mood. I’m hoping a milkshake and fries will help lighten the mood. I thought she was hanging out with Matt today, but I guess that got canceled.”
Please don’t let it be because we fought, “Can I go see her?”
He looked a little hesitant, “Eh, I don’t know. I would just sit