Paw Print

"Porsche, for sake of your father, don't have anything to do with British rape and ex-murder suspects."

"Bran, I—" I began

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"What the hell did you say to him?!" I looked at my Dad.

"I told him what I could." He still hadn't gotten himself under control.

"That I had this much," I kept my forefinger and thumb a smidgen away from each other and held them up to show him, "Of Ben's scent on me. Do you know what could be playing in his head? He probably thinks you walked in on…well…you know…" I made a face.

Mom stepped in. "How about we call it a night and say she's learned not to kiss anyone until after they had sex."

I broke out laughing, only mom.

Something growled from the corner.

"Did anyone call Darryl?" I asked and Mom nodded.

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Poor Ben was suffering from a broken arm. Dad's few scratches had already healed though.

Ben hadn't actually been badly injured, to our standards, and no silver was involved, though I wouldn't put it past Dad, so he had all control and was hobbling around just to piss my father odd, I think. Even though Dad was back to normal (whatever that may be) annoying him in any form was very fun and a pastime I greatly inspired.

He grinned directly at Dad, without actually looking him in the eyes, when I scratched him between the ears. Mom was trying not to laugh at it.

Dad raised an eyebrow and Ben did too. My Dad put his hand on my Mom's thigh. Ew, you don't do that when your teenage daughter is in the room! Jesse had warned me about this when I was twelve, I should have listened. Ugh, get a room!

Ben shook his head and put both his front paws on my leg, keeping the weight awkwardly on his hind legs. Dad glared at him with eyes that grew steadily brighter, but Ben did meet them. When Ben ignored him for more than ten seconds, Dad pressed his lips to Mom's.

GUYS I'M YOUR DAGHTER!

Ben nuzzled my shirt up over my bellybutton, pressing his cold wet nose to my now exposed side. Someone kill me. Stupid wolf games, why are guys such idiots. I was tempted—once again—to scream "rape" but there were too many people. Darryl and his mate, Auriele, and Warren were watching in a silence so silent I don't think they were breathing.

My tattoo caught Ben's attention and he looked at me and rolled his eyes like the Ben we all know and hate. Right under my bellybutton, in the spot Mom had a Coyote paw, was ablue and silver wolf paw print. I shrugged at him and he shook his head at me.

But of course, the "game" wasn't over. What was this proving? That Dad is easily worked up? Obviously, whoever doesn't know that is extremely unintelligent, not even stupid covers it.

I tried not to watch as my Dad slipped a hand up my Mom's shirt. Instead, I watched the crowd's faces as they turned from Dad to Ben's next move.

Ben was running out of sensible options so he simply placed his paw over my tattoo. It was a perfect fit and I almost laughed. But I couldn't because something inside me was growing more and more on edge.

No, no, NO! I couldn't bring myself to get up because Dad was growling at Ben, daring him to do something else to me.

Are all guys stupid enough to accept all bets? It certainly seemed that way.

Ben nipped at the button on my jeans.

I'd had enough.

I pushed him off and ran upstairs. I didn't like where this competition was headed. I locked my door and whipped out my cell phone, dialing the number I had dialed so many times before.

"Hey, Porsche, I—Porsche what's wrong?"

For the first time in my life, I was weaker than the most submissive wolf without acting it. Tears were falling already and I was sobbing softly.

"Anna, I want to go home."

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A/N-

Shortest chapter so far, I know. Thanks to my reviewers and thank you to those few who added this story to your favorites. So far, I can honestly say I have no idea what will happen (Ben vs. Wolf who Hasn't Been Introduced in this Story) My beta was ready to murder me when she looked at the rough plot line and realized I never decided what wolf would get her. So, please have in mind that whoever she ends up with will be a surprise to me too.

My heart broke when I remembered I don't own any of Patricia Briggs' wonderful characters or any places described whether real or fictional.

I do, however, own Porsche (not the car, the character) and some of the story-line.

Thanks again, love you all!

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