I tried to not think about what happened for the rest of the day. Isaac gave me a ride home on his Harley. All I could remember thinking was hoping I wouldn't die on a motorcycle while I held on as tight as I could with my arms around his waist.
When I got home I explained to my mother about everything I had learned since I'd left my house the day before, everything except the alpha pack. I didn't like lying to my mother, but I told her that Derek had accidentally slashed my tires with his claws and somehow after that managed to total it. She bought it, thank God she bought it.
She left promptly after that. She decided she was going to go down to Oakley until Monday night. I think she trusted that I wouldn't throw a wild house party, though she made me promise that if I had the pack over that I would try to be careful.
I actually decided to do just that, so I called Derek, Scott, and Lydia and told them to inform the pack that my house was open to them.
Less than twenty minutes later people started showing up. I guess I was glad that they were coming over, even at twelve o'clock when I meant around four or five. I didn't really want to be alone in my house with the alpha pack around.
The first to arrive were Peter, Derek, Isaac, Boyd, Jackson, and Erica. They all piled out of the car, Jackson landing flat on his face when he attempted to get out. I giggled, it was like a clown car. As I was letting them in Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison showed up.
As soon as I let the pack in I began chastising them for being too early, but as they did earlier with Derek, they just pulled me into a slightly mocking hug. I laughed and forgave them.
I wasn't going to let them off easy, "Guys," I said, "If you're gonna be here you're going to be working."
"What?," said Jackson, "That totally defeats the purpose of coming over."
"Relax, you're just making cake. I'm not that cruel," I said. I immediately began assigning jobs: Isaac, Stiles, Lydia, and Jackson with me, we were doing the main cooking. Erica, Boyd, Allison, and Scott were all going out to the store to get the ingredients. Peter and Derek were cleaning up, something they didn't take well.
When Erica, Boyd, Allison, and Scott got back we immediately threw ourselves into cooking. Stiles and Lydia as usual took immediate control of the kitchen, and ended pushing Isaac, Jackson, and I out of our cooking positions and over to help Derek and Peter clean. At one point Jackson turned on college lacrosse and we lost him, Scott, Isaac, and Stiles. I went over to Lydia, and began helping her out.
Within an hour and a half we had the cake in the oven. Everyone went over and joined the boys watching the TV while Derek and Peter stayed back with an enormous amount of dishes to do.
When Derek and Peter finished they joined us. Peter immediately asked about the elephant in the room, "So, guys, what are we going to do about the alpha pack?"
Everyone was silent for at least a minute. Jackson, who had been loud and obnoxious all night now had nothing to say. Strangely, Isaac, who'd been relatively quiet, spoke first. "Find out what they want. Give them what they want if we have it, wing it if we don't."
Peter nodded approvingly, "That seems appropriate."
Then something dawned on me. Who on earth was the alpha of this pack? Peter seemed to calm everyone down and was the elder, but he was so weak he was nearly a human. Derek could be, but that just didn't feel right. Lydia seemed to be the leader of the pack as far as confidence went, but honestly none of them were really the leader.
"Guys, who's the alpha here?"
They all looked around, apparently never having thought of this before.
"I always thought we were all Alphas together, you know, making joint decisions," said Boyd.
I nodded, understanding where they were coming from, "But the Alphas are going to want one Alpha to deal with, not eleven alphas."
"I don't think it would work if we didn't all work together," replied Isaac.
Jackson stood up, "Then I call for a vote. We all vote one person to present as our leader, someone who won't let it go to their head. Preferably someone who has never been alpha before," With that he glared at Derek and Peter.
First, Jackson called for himself, no one raised a hand. He nodded, seemingly agreeing. He called for three more people: Erica, Boyd, and me. Not a single hand. He called for Scott and Allison raised her hand, though Scott didn't.
Who was I going to vote for? He hadn't called for anyone that I would have wanted to vote for yet. But when Jackson called for Stiles, my hand was up, as was Scott's, Lydia's, Derek's, Erica's, Boyd's, and Jackson's.
Stiles, who was drinking some water, choked, spewing water all over my floor. "What? Why?"
We all looked around at each other, and none of us seemed to know. "I think it's because you're human, you aren't ruled by a giant piece of rock," offered Lydia. Now that she said it, I realized she was absolutely right.
"Does this mean that I don't have to do dishes?"
We all laughed as I threw a sponge at him, answering his question.
