Here you all go Chapter 2 hope it is all i hope it is...not quite to the meaty parts but hey it's Embry's story this time can't just jump into the middle of all the drama....EnJOY Thanks for all the reviews, alerts and favs makes me happy to see ya all wanting to read more... :)
The chirping of the birds is like nails across a chalkboard in my ear, the merciless creatures drone on and on while my head pounds, my neck creaks, and I try to force myself back to sleep. A sharp kick to my ribs alerts me to someone presence, mainly Seth…why do they have to send that kid? Another jab in my rib cage and he is gonna be nursing a few more scratches and adorning himself with a few more scars, I growl low and grab his ankle. The slosh of the mud makes the movement worth it all as Seth falls ungracefully to his behind with a diminutive yelp.
"Hey, don't kill the messenger, not my fault Emily is worried about you and has Sam sending out his best wolf to find the poor hungover Embry Call." Seth's voice bellows out making me want to slam his happy face into the mud.
Yeah, best wolf my ass, little fiend has his head all high up in the clouds since he took on that vamp up on the mountain. Seth is always the one to come collect me, the beaming smile on his face tells me he is all too happy to be the one to come bug me. As he starts to stand I knock him back on his ass and stand now feeling that laying in the muck might not be an all day activity after all. Seth's eyes are still glinting with mirth as he pulls himself off the ground for the second time. What does it take to piss that little fella off? Not so much a morning person after one of Paul's parties, but any other time and Seth and I get along.
"C'mon nothing to fix that headache like some of Emily's cooking." Seth grins and I can't help but agree with the kid.
"Yeah, how far out are we?" I ask scanning the area and I frown taking in the familiar setting, I have woken up here a time or two.
"You're not even a quarter mile from your own house, Why didn't you just crash indoors and in your own house for a change?"
"Didn't want to make it too hard on ya, would you even of thought to look there?" I follow Seth through the trees his steps taking on the noiseless grace while I stumble and grumble along side him like an everyday human.
"Oh yeah I forgot to mention I think Paul brought your girlfriend over to the house…seeing as you left her last night. She is kinda demanding when it comes to questioning everyone about you, seems you pissed her off." He shrugs, that does not deserve a shrug it is something that requires me to rethink heading to his house for breakfast now that a demanding banshee will be there.
I run my fingers through my lengthening hair and scratch my dirty scalp, a shower would do wonders to get rid of this dirt I think as I pull a clump off the back of my head. I glance down at my attire and the rest of my body and am glad that everyone is at Seth's house instead of Emily's. She would have had the guys spray me down out back before letting me into her bathroom shower this caked in mud. The hose water may do the job, the cold water not really the problem, but it is kind of degrading to have Jake or Paul hose me off like a mangy dog.
The second I walk into the house Seth has to call out to Emily that he found me thus unleashing the raging 'girlfriend' I no longer had much interest in.
"Oh my God what the hell happened to you?" Her voice rings in my ears and I take in her jutted out hip and sleazy looking party clothes and cringe at my choice in women, I will have to start drinking after I pick them out. Her voice seems to echo in my ears drowning out the actual words as she continues and the only thing I actually hear is the squeak and obvious disapproving undertones. Geesh, you would have thought I knew her for longer than a few hours by the way she is acting. I look at her one more time and then it clicks I do know her…the clingy girl from the bar. I roll my eyes wondering how I could have chosen her out of the crowd; I roll my eyes and head up the stairs towards the shower. Yeah she is still talking but someone else will deal with her I hope.
She is gone by the time I come down showered and wearing a pair of Seth's shorts, mine much to muddy to even consider cleaning, now occupying the too small trash in the bathroom. The smell of the food clears my head as I slink into the kitchen and steal a pancake earning a disapproving glare from Emily. Baby Amaranth toddles over to me before I can extract myself thoroughly; I haul her into my arms hoping she is all smiles and good smells while I do so. She giggles at me pulling my hair in the process but truly she couldn't hurt me if she tried.
A few moments later I pass the child off to someone else, Jared's arms pull her into a warm embrace freeing me. I slide into a dinning room chair as my mouth begins to salivate a little too much, good cooking turns that facet on full blast. Before I drool on myself I swallow bring to my attention my need for something, anything my mouth despite the copious amounts of drool is surprisingly dry.
Emily swats me with a towel when she sees me enter the kitchen and I try and smile at her. She has a soft spot for me, that whole brooding depressed teenager thing sure got to her, even though she is only a few years older than me.
"I surrender Emily, just need something to drink." I cry out holding my hands up in surrender.
"Keep your grubby little fingers off the food until I tell you it's time to eat." She tries to chide me but the warm smile and tone make her none too convincing.
I throw her my patented Embry grin as I pour myself a glass of orange juice. My seat at the table is taken when I return, I can't complain too much seeing as it is Jake who took it, but come on I am the guy with the hangover here. Well, I am not the only one but Paul and Collin are not even conscious, at least I am up and appearing to be my joyful self.
"Sure you don't mind me taking your seat Em, heard you slept in the muck again." Jake chuckles.
"Yeah, yeah don't mind me I'll just haul little Brady here out of his chair." I grumble and am surprised to see the kid vacate the table; I'll have to thank him later or something.
"Geesh, don't harass the kid because you're too stupid to find a couch, bet you didn't even phase last night, you know it makes it easier to sleep in the woods with four legs and fur." Jake says standing up and pulling out the folding chairs from the hall closet, as he opens them I wonder why Brady didn't get them out or why I didn't think of it?
"Yeah, well I probably would have eaten a few birds and took a swipe at Seth if I would have. He kicked me in the ribs this morning!"
"Yet you grumble at Brady for me taking your seat, poor imaginary friend you have seeing as Seth came back without a scratch."
"Poor guy's defective, he would smile and laugh at me if I did take a swing at him."
"Hey, I heard that and I would not I can be every bit as intimidating as you." Seth defends himself as he bounds down the stairs.
"Whatever." I smack my head down onto the table thinking a nap before breakfast would be good.
"Get up Paul, Collin." I hear Sam sternly say as he enters the house, probably having a morning patrol, typical for him seeing as it is Saturday morning and at least three of us are useless after a good Friday night and more so if it is a great one.
Grumbling and a couple thuds later and I guess instead of lying on the couch they are now both on the floor. A heavy smack shocks me upright as Sam's large hand claps me on the back, my head reflexively pops up and I give him a slight playful growl. Disapproving looks from everyone else and a loud chuckle from Sam conclude the morning greetings.
"Breakfast." Emily shouts and suddenly the two hungover wolves on the floor are awake and at the table, enough chairs for everyone thanks to Jake. Sam settles Amaranth into the highchair and the second the platters hit the table we all dig in. Emily slides a plate to Kim with a warm smile before seating herself among us.
Typical Saturday morning if you ask me, though the banshee could have been avoided all together if someone would have sent her home last night, you don't see Paul or Collin bringing random girls to Saturday morning breakfast with the pack. Only me, my mind grumbles to me as I down my 8th pancake. Now if only I didn't draw Saturday night patrol this week all would be great, no girls for me tonight.