Pack Gems by Kuro Kusai, WhiteWolf Aura (year 2 reading books .txt) 📕

~Taylor's POV~

"So, why have you decided to go renegade? And dragging your friend down with you no less." he tsked at her.

Mr. Wolf, also known as Mason, had been talking forever-- trying in vain to get information out of her. Taylor knew in the next room Lucas and Kaden's 'talk' had to be going just as well.

"You know--" "MASON!" a lower ranked wolf Taylor hadn't seen, burst through the front door.

"What?" Annoyance bled from his every pore. "The Topeka Pack are coming!"

Who? Taylor had thought as she watched a very troubled Mason rise from the chair he had placed in front of her.

Taylor, placed in metal folding chair far less comfortable than his had been, tried to crane her neck around to see the window and possible the approaching pack. However, being chained to the chair provided little freedom even for her neck and all she succeeded in doing was make an obnoxious clanging sound.

Fine. She could work with this.

"Topeka?! What are they doing here?]?" Mason ran his hands through his hair.

Clang!

Taylor clicked her chains on the metal chair legs. He continued to pace as the wolf answered him back, "They want to speak about the boundaries lines again."

Clang!

"This isn't good..."

Clang!

"If they find out we have two female Weres--"

Clangclangclang!

"Will you cut that out already!" Mason rounded on her with a frustrated growl, "If they find out about you two, they'll tell Varen for sure."

"They're here." the wolf alerted.

"Shit." both Taylor and Mason echoed each other. Taylor smelled them rather than saw them, because of her chair's unfortunate view, enter through the door.

"Mason~" a voice seemed to hiss out Mr. Wolf's name "Long time, no see."

"Yes, I was rather enjoying it too." Mason stood in front of Taylor's chair back, probably trying to block the pack's view of her tied to a chair. "Yes, well- ...who's that?"

Ah, the ingenious plan fails.

"Who?"

Oh. Good. That'll confuse him.

"This female." Taylor heard his steps as he walked around her chair and into her view.

The wolf waltzed over like he owned the place, not at all like he was in a hostile Alpha's territory. Two dog tags dangled from a long necklace around his neck, they made soft metallic noises as he walked. The wolf was just an inch shorter than Mason. He had long, messy ebony colored hair falling into his light emerald eyes; and was wearing faded black jeans, and a white wife beater that revealed the results of long hours at the gym with skin darkened by long hours in the sun. He sported long scars that started at his collarbone and drug along his shoulder and down his left arm. "Who's she?" The new Alpha asked Mason.

"Her? Not that it's any of your business, but she's a pack member."

Ha! Taylor had to suppress a laugh.

"She's in chains."

"Yes. I'm aware of that."

"As am I," Taylor retorted with a glare at both of them.

The Topeka pack leader-- he was obviously Alpha, sniffed in Taylor's direction. "She's not in your pack...she's not in any pack." His eyes widened incredulously. "Varen doesn't know, does he?"

"…They just showed up today. I was going to call him when I learnt what packs they had originally came from."

"I'll call him for you."

Mason gave him a short glare before opening his mouth, "Okay, I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement where we won't have to get the very busy Head Alpha, Varen, involved."

The other Alpha didn't look like he was too fond of the idea. "We captured two females. This one," he pointed at Taylor "And another in the other room. Considering our shortage of pack females…I'll let you have one."

Taylor was about to tell him exactly what he could have when Kaden's voice stopped her train of thought. "WHAT?!? Taylor couldn't see but she could imagine her friend seething in the doorway. "Taylor, did this bastard just give me away?!"

Taylor couldn't stop her laughter. "Yes. I believe he just proposed that." Taylor heard her friend stomp across the floor, probably dragging her wolf escort behind her.

Kaden finally appeared in her view, her eyes already rimmed with a warm honey tone—her wolf was close to the surface. While Kaden proceeded to shout obscenities at the speechless Alpha, Taylor turned to Mason to chew him out as well.

"I'll take her." Was all that Taylor could hear before the screech of her best friend filled the room.

l Axel's POV l

Axel could do nothing but stare. No one had ever dared talk to him like that, no one still alive that is.

His first instinct was to take her down as fast and efficiently as possible- However, he fought the urge and just stared at her just like you would a naked person walking down a crowded street. Her dark brown hair was in knots; her eyes, which were gradually lightening from brown to honey, were wild with fury and passion, her skin was a soft caramel color that contrasted with her eyes and all she wore was a white t-shit plenty of sizes too big. Her left arm dangled at a strange angle, broken no doubt. The She-wolf was coated in crusty blood and as she proceeded with her violent gestures and he could see that her thigh was starting to bleed again from a deep gash. She was in no shape to be standing up.

"Are--you--listening to me?!" She screamed at him.

"No, not really," He replied honestly. "But just calm down and--"

"The hell I will!" The girl replied, growing more hysterical by the minute. Her wolf escort had long abandoned her, for fear of her wrath. "Who do you," She pointed to Mason "think you are, giving me away like you own me!?"

"You're bleeding more substantially than before. If you continue like this, you'll faint." Axel tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen.

"Lassie, you should calm down before you faint from blood loss." Replied the female that psycho-girl had called Taylor. Lassie stilled and looked over at where Taylor sat, and after a brief pause, she nodded absently. It wasn't a command, just a suggestion, and it showed how much this "Lassie" respected Taylor, that she would agree with her without question. Everyone stood still for who knows how long before she went over to where Taylor was seated and took the chair beside her.

"Well, looks like we'll have to keep these two together." Axel said with a smile in his eyes. He hesitated, then walked over to where "Lassie" sat and knelt to where he was just an inch taller than she was. "What do you call yourself?" He asked her.

"Well," She said, turning to Lucas and giving him a triumphant look, "Ask, Lucas. Right now, I'd say he'd call me hungry."

Axel glanced over at where Lucas stood, cradling his bleeding arm....wounded from a recent bite. He'd been distracted and hadn't noticed Lucas. Axel gave her a bewildered look. "Chill, she's hasn't lost control of her wolf, she was just angry with being chained." Taylor offered, trying not to laugh at him. "And who can blame her?" She added, with a wolfish grin.

"Mason, they need food and rest. And we need to talk."

.::.~Taylor & Kaden's POV~.::.

"Good call on the steaks." Taylor mumbled around a mouth full of steak.

"I know, right? Nothing says, we want you to stop complaining and shut up, like steaks." Kaden waved her fork around while gesturing.

"True. Who needs to be dominant when you have a freezer full of these babies."

Taylor sighed happily while cutting another piece off, this was a rather difficult task itself without the use of steak knives. Guess they still didn't trust them. Who knows why that was.

When they both had their fill, they began to grow tired of waiting in their chairs. And by 'waiting' it meant they were handcuffed.

Taylor and Kaden held their breath, trying to minimize any sound that hampered their hearing of the two Alpha's conversation in the kitchen.

To their displeasure, the Alpha's had turned on the microwave—whether it was to heat their own dinners or just a ploy to block out nosy listeners, they didn't know.

They did happen to catch bits and pieces as the conversation turned more heated and voices raised a fraction.

"You're lucky I'm even considering giving up one!"

"Well, you're lucky I'm deciding to only take one!"

Kaden and Taylor rolled their eyes, they weren't talking about steaks. Oh no, they were talking about them.

As possessions.

Them.

"And how are we going to split—" The microwave dinged and their voices were drown out by the microwave door opening then slamming shut.

"I agree. It's settled then."

Taylor wanted to cry in frustration, could the timing have been any worse? One look at Kaden told her the same thing, how unlucky were they? Before either one of them could put into words how cursed they were, one of their captors pushed open the white kitchen door.

It was Mason. He had what looked like a double stacked hot dog in one in his left hand and two cell phones in the other. He stalked out into the room and threw himself into the dining room chair next to Taylor. Mason had on casual white-collared button down shirt that was left open to expose his chest, and faded jeans that hung low on his hips. His left arm had a leather strap that wove around his arm several times before meeting at the end of his wrist, tying off with a small bronze Celtic medallion. Mason face was twisted up into a scowl, how he managed that while eating was a mystery. Neither Taylor nor Kaden made an attempt at conversation while he scarfed down his double hot dog filled with enough ketchup, mustard and relish that the smell triggered memories of the fair.

Now Kaden wanted some cotton candy. Blue preferably.

The door to the kitchen banged open again and Taylor's head whipped to the sound while Kaden ignored it, instead favoring to draw circles on her plate with her left over steak juices.

The other Alpha plopped down in the chair next to Kaden.

Both Alphas glared at each other while attacking their poor defenseless hot dogs.

When it was clear neither was going to speak up, Taylor decided it was time to remind them they were captives and quite unhappy about it.

"How was your steak?" Taylor tried to sound casual.

"Good."Kaden played along like they had telepathy.

"Too bad…" Taylor set her fork down with a sigh.

"I know." Kaden nodded in sympathy. "

You'd think they had no sense at all."

"I don't think they do."

"It'd be more thoughtful at this point if they just killed us, put us out of our misery. You know?"

Taylor saw in her peripheral vision that both men had stopped chewing and glaring, instead tuning into their conversation.

"True. Instead they just cuff us to chairs. Kinky bastards." Kaden shook her head solemnly.

Taylor had to stifle a smile before she replied, "I mean here we are, broken, bruised and bloody and we're still man-handled."

"You think they'd treat us like the rare gems we are."

"I know. I mean they don't even know your name."

"Not through lack of trying." Mason retorted