The Promise Chapter 14

Confessions

The next morning I wake up to the sound of Ginger chowing down on the cold pizza. "Feeling better I see."

B runs to her side practically tackling her to the ground. "You're ok. I was so worried about you Ginge." She went on as she turned to me, who was now rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "We would have been cooked if it weren't for Devyon saving us." To Ginger that must have felt like nails down a chalkboard but she knew it was the truth before she returned her gaze to her sister, she said, "Yeah, that was pretty close wasn't it?" Ginge tucked a strain of B's hair behind her ear. "You should really let me see that beautiful face more often B."

By B's reaction I could tell the words meant more to them than a simple compliment. It felt like a verbal reminder of how much Ginger loved her sister. Ginger stared at her sister who began to tear up. She pulled her younger sister into a tight embrace. I was about to leave the room to give them some privacy when Ginger called out to me. "Devyn" She choked on her words as her emotions swallowed her, "Please stay."

As shocked as I was at her words, I was doubly shocked to see an outstretched hand to me – being hers. I took Ginger's offering as her other hand never left her sister. B's swallowed Ginger in her arms and I held onto Ginger. For the first time I felt something stir within me. With each ragged breath, I looked at them and at that very moment, I knew the loss B felt every time she was separated from her sister. I never wanted to far from them ever again and I would do everything in my powers to make it so.

There was peace in the house for the first time since the girls arrived. In fact, so much so that the girls were actually horsing around with each other. Walking past the couch, Ginger shoved her sister down onto the cushions. Momentarily taking my eyes from the laptop, I chastised like a mother hen. "Ginger, don't push your sister." The two girls giggled at my remark as I glared at them with a smirk. Stifling their laughs they smiled very mischievously at each other and then back to me sitting on the adjacent couch. The look caused the hair on the back of my neck to prickle. I cocked my head to the side and in a suspicions tone I asked, "What are you two up too?"

Without haste the girls came rushing at me as I sprung from my seat. Playfully chasing me around the house, I yelped and squealed like a little girl. Ginger purred, "B and I were just curious if the big bad wolf was…." B instantly picked up her sister's sentence, "…ticklish!" Again a strange fear overcame me. Cornering me around the dining table with each sister coming at me from a different direction, I pleaded, "No fair, there are two of you and only one of me." But inside I was extremely proud of them at how well they worked together as a team. They would make formable huntresses.

The girls taunted me further seeing I was pinned, "So B, you wanna go first or shall I?" Brigitte seductively licked her lip as she spoke, "I don't know Ginge, there might not be anything left when I'm done with her." This provocative comment even caused Ginger to raise an eye brown. 'This certainly didn't sound like the little girl I marked yesterday.'

As they pounced all I remember was being dragged to the floor. They both held me down. With the two girls weighing heavy on my body, I screamed and tried to grab hands from tickling. Ginger said, "Say mercy. Say mercy or we won't stop." Brigitte wanted the game to last as she evilly added, "Maybe." Playful terror blanketed my face. "Mercy, mercy, mercy." I must have said it ten times but they didn't stop.

Without warning, Ginger grabbed both my hands and held them in the air. The frisky mood suddenly took a serious tone as she stared deep into my eyes. I felt like she was reaching into my soul. She commanded, almost begging, "Teach us. Teach us to be good fighters, like you." I was struck by her sincere request. I'm not sure what she thought I would say. I quickly answered returning her serious tone, "Ginge, I will teach you to be even better than me." Including Brigitte I looked at her as well and said, "Both of you. You have my word on it."

But taking advantage of the situation before the girls got up I announced, "I'll teach you on one condition." Helping me to my feet they answered, "Sure, what is it?" Keeping the mood serious I asked, "What happened last night? How did you get so badly out numbered?"

Both sets of eyes rushed to the floor. It was B's eyes that lifted first. Maybe we should sit down first. She grabbed Ginger's hand like a pouting child and dragged her over to the couch. Under her breath she tugged at her older sister. "She's going to find out sooner or later. I'd like it to be the sooner." The three of us slowly entered the living room as the girls sunk into one couch while I sat in the other across from them. B being temporarily the braver of the two started. I had a feeling that by B telling the story instead of Ginger only made her feel worse about it, but as B said, "It was best to clean the air."

"Ginger took it upon herself to re-mark me with her scent." B looked at her sister and her expression didn't falter. She wasn't ashamed about it at all. "The unclaimed scent times two must have attracted those lycans like bees to honey especially since we were all over the place today trying to kill time. We went to the dinner, the soda shop and the mall." Ginger interrupted her. "I think she gets the idea. Yeah we didn't do a very job at hiding, like you said we should."

Brigitte released a heavy sigh before she continued, feeling every ounce of shame. "They jumped us behind some buildings. Ginger was trying to hold them off until four others showed up. When that happened we knew it was only a matter of time until…." Her words died off. "But then you showed up. How did you know we were in trouble?" With a strong but calm voice I answered her, "Because an alpha knows these things." Ginger looked up at me for the first time since we sat on the couches under her brow and gritted her teeth. She didn't like having someone above her; even if it was an alpha.

I adjusted in my seat shaking Ginger's resentful stare. "But why did Ginger re-mark you?" B's head immediately slumped down in shame retitled with guilt. It took a moment for her to answer as I patiently waited. Ginger had even shot me a thankful glance appreciative of letting B speak again when she was ready. Brigitte's heaved as she wiped tears from her eyes as Ginger began to rub her back lovingly wiping away a single tear as she watched her distressed sister. Drawing in a shuttered breath B continued, "That night you two were fighting, I thought you were going to kill each other. I did the only thing I could think of. I told Ginger that if she stopped right now, I'd let her re-mark me with her scent. Claim me as hers and hers alone."

Shocked I sat back in my seat and sarcastically said, "I guess that makes a lot of sense. Ha ha Sense." I looked over to Ginger, trying to image what she felt the second B had tempted her. 'What was her motivation? Was it protection, possessiveness or something entirely different?' I didn't know and I might not ever. What I was sure of was, they were both home safe and sound.