"Everyone boils at different degrees don't test my temperature."
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Faster than the Google homepage
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Diesel's pov
My fist found its way to Wynter's left shoulder without remorse, the throbbing anger coursing through my bloodstream pretty much unquenched after hours and hours of patrolling without so much as a spark of action. Black reciprocated by tugging on the short dreadlock escaping my top bun, bestowing me a ridiculously big smile in the process. His own blissfulness wasn't obscured by my rotting aura in the slightest, in fact, it only worsens if possible, infecting the rest of the pack with his beatific untroubled symptoms.
Everyone's happiness was alien to me. The quaking which had settled over my hands wasn't yielding at all every attempt I sough proving to be feeble at best only managing to irk me more, unshockingly. A string of well-educated sailors words flew from my lips the moment I tried to fish for my cell phone only to have the device slipping my fingers and dropping into the dewy earth beneath. I tugged at my zipper before bending my stance to grab it, fingers scrolling rapidly through the contacts displayed on the screen afore halting on the one and only Nina Clearwater. Jackpot. My dick stirred inside my cutoffs at the promising future. The corners of my mouth curled in a small smirk, gaze now cast southwards.
Soon.
An elbowed dug into my left side evoking a low menacing growl from my anatomy as I glimpse from my peripheral at the culprit of annoyance, canines already bared in a silent threat.
Boone Memphis Lahote was infamously known as the proper Rez clown in the entire span of La Petty Push his horizons even expanding to Forks and possibly beyond, his goofy, punny personality along with his endless lists of knock-knock jokes and striking looks earning him a popularity even bigger than his own thick head, leaving him with an overly sated ego and an unbreakable self-esteem. Unfortunately, for him, I was numb to his advances.
"The vagina you're trying to reach is currently unavailable to hanky pank do feel free to leave a booty call signal after the tone BEEEEEEEP," A roar of contagious laughter erupted at the statement. The taunting edge of Boone's words was definitely not unheeded his playful behaviour not placating me in the slightest. The grip on my cellphone tightened when Nina's voicemail indeed filled my eardrums doing a poor job of calming my taut nerves.
"Don't try meddling with my business Boo."
"Well, dearly alpha, to be dead honest, it became La Push's entire business, taking in consideration Nina isn't a tight-lipped performer, now is she?" His smugness is slowly yet persistently chipping away whatever layer of sanity remains within me. The phone drops from my ear, fingers moving swiftly over the touchscreen keyboard to compose a message.
Be at moms in five.
"Mind repeating that asswipe?" Moose's voice reverberated mid snarl refocusing my attention from the screen on my phone. His bared chest was ominously pressing onto Boone's leaving no breach between their perspired anatomies, nostrils flaring and biceps faintly bulging.
Tycen blew at the tip of his Mohawk and rolled his ochre mint eyes the aforementioned ones glared at me from across the field. Lips mouthing silently yet persistently, 'fix it'. Little did he know that when something got into Clearwater's head his own stubbornness manipulated him into seeing his goal through. I downplayed his words with a stern shake of my head. I wasn't going to corrupt my authority as pack leader, not just yet.
Ty decided to take matters in his own hands then, not minding the slenderest bit about the outcome as he crossed the lea in a swift motion sidestepping my stationary stance and somehow managing to sandwich himself in between a fuming Clearwater and an awfully enthused Lahote, shoving at Boone's chest in futile attempts to split the prospect of a potential quarrel.
"Whoa bro, easy there,'s not my fault her legs spread faster than the Google homepage." The crude remark summoned an inhuman overly animalistic sound from Moose's chest the quaking in his physique noticeably intensifying making his entire shape blur.
"That's my damn sister you're mouth trashing you fucking sack of fleas!" My lips pursed in a straight unwavering line as my fingers hooked on the loops of Ty's cutoffs. Letting my supernatural strength take over my joints I yanked, hauling him backwards in the measly blink of an eye. His lean shape bounced into mine just in the nick of time for a sandy dessert wolf to explode from deep within Moose Clearwater's human carcass.
The beast was giant enough to be considered fictitious, the knobs on its furry spine protruding slightly to the surface, back arched and hairs bristling against the breeze. Dark razor claws scratched into the damp soil, grey gums which bared enlarged canines stood tauntingly on display. Drool pooled from the wolf's muzzle some strings of saliva dripping from it onto the ground beneath. The creature stood on his hind legs and charged.
A conceited smirk blossomed on Boone's lips as he countered the challenge head on phasing just in time for the dessert fur wolf to collide against his silver-grey one.
Ty nudged my calf with the heel of his left foot the moment both hirsute creatures rolled into the trunk of an ancient ponderosa tree sneering sounds unceasingly reverberating all around us,"He seriously should consider the idea of stitching himself an off button."
"Tell me about it."
An all too knowing smile is gifted my way, eliciting a matching one from my lips, "Go home Ty, I'll wrap it up here. Mom's been fussing over the kitchen since two am Taha Aki knows why. Wynter and Corb should be on their way there as well 'm sure you can catch up to them if you leave now."
He tilted his head back and wiggled his nose a dimple denting his chin when an overly goofy grin took over his features, "Must be a pretty special occasion If can sniff's Meelee's blueberry's muffins all the way from here," That was all the incentive he needed to vacate the area, patting my shoulder on his way back.
"There better be some left when I get there Cooley!" I hollered over my left shoulder feet already padding towards the still ongoing fight scarcely away from my current position.
"Not making any promises Uley!"
Ty's bickering echoed from afar as I grabbed Moose from the scruff of his neck and pulled, obliging his wolf to release his canines from Boone's throat, grip tightening considerably when he defied my actions by staying put.
"Enough both of you." The domineering timber laced in my voice was unquestionable. Moose yapped and thrashed a bit more before finally relenting tilting his head sideways in a sign of submission. Boone huffed and tried licking his already closing wound tail swaying playfully when he meets my forbidding gaze.
Both of them shifted back under my command.
Moose Clearwater grayish blue orbs narrow on my shape in a speculative manner regarding me pensively for hardly a second only to draw forwards, tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips before he spits at my feet not even halting to spare me another glance as he shoulders past my stationary anatomy and jogs his way into the spreading Ponderosa trees, the eerie projected shadows of the vast timberland swallowing him from sight.
"Drama queen."
A small sigh rushed out of my lips. My entire focus centered on Boone tip of tongue rolling against the roof of my mouth in a scratching tsking sound.
"Put your junk away and go lap the usual perimeter around the rez discharge Wyatt of duty patrol and take his place he should be up north near the contour route treaty that divides our turf from the Cullens. You're also taking the night shift since you're clearly out of shape."
"Me out of shape? Pfffff come on man, have you seen these babies?" His words are accompanied by the flexing of his biceps, "I could behead leeches with these."
"Wanna make those double Boo? I can easily arrange for Corb to pick up Orianna from the airport, I'm sure she'll be delighted to see him," The mention of his imprint definitely does the trick, making his denture grind with a vengeance as he balls up his fists on both sides of his now quaking anatomy.
"Fucking dick-tator that's what you are," he grumbles but otherwise complies storming into the woods without so much of a goodbye yanking his pair of cut-offs from his ankle in his brisk pace.
I absentmindedly tug at the piercing on my bottom lip stance swivelling to make my path home Boone's words reaching my eardrums when I take my first step.
"MAY TAHA AKI HAVE MERCY ON WHOEVER YOU IMPRINT YOU HARDASS!"
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AN: Short I know Dx next chapty shouldn't take as long to update and it will continue to be in DJ's pov ;)