A/N: I am changing Ginger and Brigitte's age because I don't think kids should be having sex when they are still babies themselves. God should have made us only be able to conceive after like 22 years old. So instead of a 16 & 15 year old; Ginger will be 18 and Brigitte will be 17. This is my story and that's how it's gonna be.

The Promise – Chapter 10

In the Dog House

The next morning I was the first to wake being more physically capable to handle stress. In fact, to me that little squirmiest last night was fun but then again it would be to an alpha. If battle or fighting bothered us, then protecting what was ours wouldn't come so natural. As the sun barely illuminated the room, my first instinct was to listen to the parameter for any possible threats. What I heard was the distant barking of a few dogs, sprinklers systems and a kid on a huffy bicycle delivering the morning paper. I could even tell when he'd hit the door mat. I thought, "Good shot!" After feeling confident the coast was clear I slowly rose from my wonderful night sleep on the floor on a musty old looking rug that looks like it belong to their dog; they had 10 years ago.

I sat up still rubbing at my eyes and slowly stretching I began to focus on the room. I searched for B & Ginge's heartbeats ensuring they too were safe and sound. Terrifying panic soon swept me as I could only pick up one heartbeat, one breath. I glanced over to B's bed next to me and it was empty. I began to shake and my heart raced, every nerve was on edge as I pulled myself up on the bed. 'Where had she gone? How did I miss that? Did they break in and I missed it all?" I quickly glanced over and my head fell deep into B's purple comforter. My pulse slowed, my breathing returned to normal. I slowly picked my head up hitting myself in the head. 'I should have known, 'Together Forever', I believe is what they said.'

Curled up on Ginger's bed upon her chest was her younger sister B. Sleeping so close their heartbeats had become in sync, their breathing mimicking the other. They looked so peaceful and although at first glance you'd say it was obvious that Ginger was comforting B, a closer inspection might have suggested quite the opposite. The fiery red head was holding so tightly onto B that I'm surprised her blood flowed at all. And although I couldn't see B's face from my position on her bed, I could see that Ginger was actually smiling despite herself. It made her feel safe to have her sister close and evidently, very close. I would make a mental note of this; this little synchronized trick could come in handy one day.

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I had taken the girls out to breakfast at a local dinner. We sat in a corner booth in the back of the restaurant hoping to avoid any unnecessary attention to ourselves. As they chowed down their meals I informed them, "Look I know you're not going to like this but you can stay with me for a couple of days just until you figure things out." Brigitte instantly reached out for her sister's arm with a silent plea in her eyes not to be left behind. "Both of you" I quickly answered. "I can at least protect you." Peering over her plate as she shoved another spoonful of grub in her mouth, Ginger frowned at me, "We don't need protecting!"

"Ok. How about some guidance for what you are going through Ginge?" Ginger still not completely liking the idea watched Brigitte again plead silently to her to agree to the offer. "Fine but we're bolting when ever we feel like it." I replied, "You can leave anytime you want. I'm not going to keep you prisoner." I am sure that Ginger accepted more for Brigitte's safety and well being than her own. To me she didn't accept help very well. But than again, I couldn't be one to blame her either. 'Isn't that why I was in the Northwest because I was refusing help? – don't answer that.'

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Once they agreed to fall under my protection, I took them home to my place. Ginger says, "Damn, this place is nice!" as she took in the large open space below ground. The furnishings were modern that consisted of white leather, chestnut woods and brushed nickel accents. I answered, "What you think we are supposed to live like dogs?" I stood back watching the girls meander through the house like two kids in a candy store. Not even the fine art on the walls escaped their inspection.

They passed through the living room into a back hallway that led to the master suit. I gulped hard as I slowly followed them as they both entered the suite. My nerves racked at the thought of another living being entering my private chambers even if they were young girls; one being a lycan herself and the other being human. I desperately tried to suppress the deep growl scratching its way free of my throat. Even my thoughts had a cenacle tone to them, 'Do they not know what a great honor it is to enter these chambers?' Sensing my nervousness Ginger glanced wearily at me before touching anything. Brigitte's hand was about to graze a fur blanket that stretched out over the largest piece of furniture in the room when Ginger stopped her with a look.

Cautiously B asked, "Why don't you have a normal bed?" Centering my thoughts on the simple question, I answered, "I like to sleep here." I pointed to a large rectangular bed that resembled more like an oversized opium drug bed than anything else. Ginger laughed, "You're fucking kidding right?" B swiftly answered, "I don't think she is. Look at that thing. I bet it's super comfy." Delighted by B's curiosity I moved closer to my place of rest and asked, "You wanna try it out?" Brigitte's eyes twinkled wildly. Ginger yelled at her, "B! No!" Brigitte standing her ground only delighted me further and announced, "Come on, I'm just sitting in it. It's not like it's gonna turn me."

Sudden fear shot through her as she looked back at me, "Oh God will it?" I let out a hearty laugh which felt really good considering the stress I had felt since they walked into my den. I smiled still trying to stifle my amusement, "No, sweetie it won't, I promise. It will however," I warned, "have an extremely calming affect on you. That bed right there, will bring you the best night sleep you've ever had, that I can promise." Charming thoughts raced through my head, 'You're not telling them everything.'

It was a few minutes later when we returned to the living room. Walking into the adjacent kitchen I asked my guest, "You want anything to snack on?" The second I finished my sentence I knew Ginger would jump all over it. Ginger taking full advantage of the open comment spouted, "Got any fresh road kill?" Ignoring her comment I pulled down a large circular plastic tub of juicy red treats. Proudly I announced, "How about some Twizzlers?" B bolted from her seat on the couch. "Oh my God, my favorite!" Opening the container so the younger sister could take the first handful, I smiled affectionately at her. "Mine too." Looking back at Ginger regretfully she proclaimed, "They're Ginge's favorite too." Taking a quick glance at the red head attempting to be stubborn I encouraged the younger sister, "Better take some for her too then. There will always be plenty to go around."

Munching on their snack I tried to answer every question they had about being a Lycan. Brigitte asked, as she flopped back down into the white oval leather couch, "That asshole from last night said there weren't any alphas in the Northwest." The large couch seemed to envelop her. I never realized how big it was until I saw the frail girl sitting in it all alone. Ginger piped in, "Yeah what gives?" I informed them, "I just moved up here remembered?" Their questions continued into the early evening until it started pouring rain outside. I moved to the dinning room and took a position next to the windows watching the large droplets of rain cascade down a large window. They talked amongst themselves for a while before I interrupted their casual conversation.

Nervously staring between the floor and the window I announced, "There's one more thing I need to tell you guys. You're not going to like this either." I paused waiting to catch my next breath or courage. "But I need to mark you." Ginger shot up ripping the piece of Twizzler out of her mouth. "The fuck you are going to piss on me or my sister!" Rolling my eyes I explained, "That's not what I mean." With Brigitte standing behind her, Ginger continues her forceful questioning, "What the hell do you mean then?"

Nearly flustered, I uttered, "We'll it's complicated. Well not really. God – look it's just a way for me to locate you faster, no matter where you are." I returned my languidly gaze back outside the bay window, "It will also let other lycans know you are … well.. spoken for." Ginger again snaps at her Twizzler. "So what! Now we're your fucking piece of property?" She demanded. I insisted, "No NO! It's just to keep you safe, I promise."

With a steady voice I continued, "I should do B first.. She has no smell, except yours all over her and we don't want anymore uglies crawling out of the woods." Ginger again tried to instigate with me, "Crawling being the optima word right Devyn?" I snapped back unexpectedly, "Hey you're a fucking lycan too now, so stop giving me shit!" Only backing away slightly she quipped, "Yeah well I didn't exactly have a choice in the matter." As soon as she spoke it had too occurred to her. "I didn't either Ginge, I was born this way. Look, just let me do this. It's for your own protection. I promise it won't hurt at all."

B nervously gripped at the dinning room chair. "What exactly does marking entail?" Ginger swung around wildly at me, in my face. "You're not branding her right? Cuz I'll cut you up mother fucker if you try to mark her with some fucking brand or some shit. You hear me mother fucker?" Knowing this outburst was coming I said, "Ginger just calm down." Looking at the more reasonable sister I explained, "I just have to transfer my scent onto you. That's all". Ginger growled, "B never believe them when they say, 'That's all'." Not shocked at all, I remarked, "Oh great, you're really going to make this a lot harder than it has too." Fearing an exchange of blood or something she had seen on TV. The frosty blue eyed girl asked timidly, "So Devyn, how does that work, exactly?"

"Well it is usually done alone, one on one. It's kind of … well…" Ginger blasted, "Are you gonna fuck her?" Finally loosing my patience, I spat, "For fuck sakes Ginger! Calm the fuck down!" My voice filled the large room. I regretted raising my voice but it had shut Ginger up, for once. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you; either of you and I meant it" Brigitte's face appeared to be accepting of the idea and softly asked, "So it's not going to hurt?" "No sweetie." Touching her cheek, "It's just going to feel a little weird to a mortal. Ginge over there, who is scowling at me, as time passes it will be easier for her too. She's still pretty new to the whole lycan thing and her instincts haven't fully developed yet." Ginger finally spoke again but with a more monotone voice, "What does that mean?" I explained, "Well it means, you'll start acting more like a lycan than a human for one; which hopefully comes with better manners." She back talked, "Ha! Ha! Fuck face."

Trying to be sympathetic I explained to Brigitte, "Look B, It's just going to feel a little weird to you that's all. I need to… well…. It will feel like a cat rubbing against, you." Ginger sneered, "You mean a big fucking hairy ass cat." I conceded to her insults, "Fine yes! Whatever, a big fucking cat. But I promise it won't hurt. If you let it, it can actually be enjoyable over time." Ginger again spat at me, "What the fuck? You have to do it more than once? This is bullshit!" I calmly informed them, "Look, you guys take showers right?" Dumbfounded by the question Ginger shouted back, "Yeah, we're not dirt bags." Furthering my explanation, "Well after a couple of days, my scent will rub off and you'll become free agents again. Ginger hastily declared, "Fine by me!" Shooting a weary glance in B's direction, I told her, "B it means you could be attacked, or killed." B added her own scenario, "– or worse raped." Brigitte shot Ginger a look pleading with her to stop giving me such a hard time.

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A few hours later in the kitchen…

Opening the fully stocked refrigerator the pale skinned girl asked, "You mean you don't eat dog food?" Without holding back I retaliated, "You know Ginge, you can really be an ass sometimes." Mocking my previous statement she announced, "It's ok, over time you might come to enjoy it." I walked out and under my breath I muttered, "Bitch!" Half way across the other room Ginger belted, "I could hear that you know!" I yelled back unapologetic, "I know!"