A/N: I know I know I'm the worst updater to bounce through earth no need to remind me DX I have next chapter on the go though so just review? I mean is a given that my audience has probably gone MIA at this point XD but DONT GIVE UP ON ME YET! things are 'bout to get spicy ;)
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"Action cures fear, inaction creates terror."
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Befuddled Mess
Wolsey's POV
I stood rooted to my spot for the pulse of a baffled 'huh'as goosebumps assaulted my bared torso, the sudden chills claiming my anatomy anchored me somehow back to the present.
I blinked a couple of times to shake myself off my self-induced stupor, nevertheless, the piece of fabric by my feet remained exactly there, where it had been carelessly discarded hardly five minutes ago.
My hands reached out for the hoodie before my mind could fully catch up to the involuntary act, shimming it on rapidly to conceal my partial nudity whilst I trudged my path to the small, cramped room that seemed to be a bathroom and was scarcely away from reach, two steps away from the opening of the staircase.
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" Diesel's words orchestrated my ears without mercy, making the grip I had on the doors knob waiver momentarily before I sucked a big breath and shoved my way inside downplaying the clogged knot that took a liking in my throat, bringing moisture to my already puffy eyes. My mind was in shambles as I regarded my petty reflection on the small mirror by the sink.
"Find your bearings Wolsey Black, no one puts up with a crying baby anymore, it's the 21st century for goodness sake! Just suck it up before they lock you inside a wambulance and ship you off to Sooky la la land you big fat puddle faker."
Using the back of my hand to wipe away the residual trail of tears marring my cheek, I concentrated in evening out the pattern of my frantic breaths, trembling hands moving on their own accord to open the left faucet attached to the sink to splash some cold water on my flushed face.
I was a wreck.
Stalling five more minutes just glaring at my own reflection did little to help, though at least the redness surrounding my mud brown eyes had diminished to a soft rosy hue by now. A troubled sigh parted my lips as I finally decided to put an end to my cowardice. I had narrowly descended a portion of the stairs when my feet were swept off the oak flooring and I was suddenly airborne, squealing like a slaughtered pig, hanging in midair at arm's length by a sharp unyielding grip on my armpits.
My eyes came across an unmistakable pair of twin orbs staring profoundly at me, an idiotically happy smile dancing below them. The wicked familiarity with Wynter's features as ever present.
"WYAT!" my shrill of enthusiasm proved how much I had truly missed him as he didn't dawdle in yanking me to his scorching chest, keeping me as close as physically possible only pulling back to kiss the bridge of my nose which I wiggled in protest.
"You're prohibited from ever going back, you hear me?" His words were mashed together with so much pent up emotion that I found myself whimpering as a new wave of fresh tears assaulted me. You would have thought I'd have run dry by now, apparently not.
"Well, I'll be damned am I really seeing the vivid personification of Wolsey Calypso Black?" I peeked over Wy's shoulder to the girl who was addressing me so casually from the bottom of the stairs. Her hair cascaded in beautiful maroon waves to her navel, the tips were carelessly bleached, but they suited her perfectly seeing as they brought out the hidden specs of golden in her hazel warm eyes.
I shimmied out of Wyatt's toned arms once we reached her stance, though my back remained glued to my brothers heaving chest as I regarded her from up close.
"Um, not to be rude, but do I know you?" My flummoxed state didn't deter her enthusiasm in the slightest as she flashed me a charming, welcoming smile that had me blinking in retaliation once I caught my own reflection in the front row of her pearly white diamond teeth.
"You're about to," she stretches a right purple manicured hand that mismatches the colour of her left pink one, "I'm Bear Cameron," she snorts softly afore carrying on, "My da's naming skills are da' bomb if you can't already tell, apparently he's a massive fanboy of grisly mountain bears and there so happened to be a documental on cubs playing on the TV of ma's hospital room when I was abducted from the caverns of her dilated vagina," I have no time to cringe or fully process her voiced words as she so cheeringly continues, shaking the hand I stretched over to meet hers with gusto, "It was meant to be or more liked ma' conked out as soon as I was out and da' called dibs on naming me after a ferocious deadly animal just cause it was 'destined'," the way she air quotes that part elicits some snickers from me. "Anyhow, you, my friend, are allowed to use a shortage for it, Bee or Bea will do, 'course, it's your choice, freedom of expression and all that. So, carrying on with introductions here, you're Wolsey Calypso Black daughter of the Chief and descendant from the purest Alpha bloodline in our tribe, I've heard bunches about you, from your brother of course aka my very best beloved half or in Quileute terms, imprint."
Wait did she say imprint as in everlasting soulmate? The heck!
"Ughh, not all good I supposed?" I scratched the nape of my neck, fuming gaze wandering momentarily to Wyatt, silently wondering which kind of words he had put in for me to get in the good graces of his imprint.
"Well, when you put it like that..." my eyes widened in flabbergasted shock at her blunt statement already picturing the worst case scenario where Wyatt ratted out some of my most embarrassing stories this, of course, earned a cackled from Bear, herself.
"Kidding! Jeez, you should have seen your face, epic! Gosh, you're a cutie patootie Wyatt failed to mention that fact, man, you and I are going to be the very best of friends just you wait and see."
"Bebz let her breathe, breathing is good." My brother squeezes my shoulders with affection tugging playfully at some tendrils of my unruly hair before he abandons my side to reach Bea in one long-legged step, hunching over to place his chin on the crook of her neck.
"But I thought you said she was born without a heart?" She turns her head to place a loitering kiss on Wy's cheek not even granting him the chance to formulate a reply as she returns to face me with a somewhat sheepish expression, "Whoopsies, I mean I find that totally cool I just do you even need to breathe?"
I fail to silence the chuckles that her words elicit from me," It's a bit complex to understand, but I do, despite my inner temperature being chillier than average rate, I can blush, bleed, weep, sleep and breathe, I just lack the main organ that should pump within my chest but leaving that tiny fact aside I do function on ordinary anatomy known levels."
"I-N-M-O-R-T-A-L treats added?" she spells out the word in a such a dramatic manner that has me in a fit of laughter and I try to calm down enough to answer, "Sure, though decapitation and fire can always game me over the platform."
"Awesome! Also, you're a freshman, right? Have you heard about the recruiting cheerleader program? I'm heading for tryouts on Friday you should totally come with!"
"Um... I'm not really the sporty kind let's say coordination and equilibrium are not my friends on any field."
"No worries hon, I have clubbed toes and clumsy bambi limbs, I still think it should be fun, so give it a thought, kay?"
"Bear, darl, you're overwhelming her." Wyatt chastises lightly, the fondness in his timber of voice making the statement lose credibility.
"Shuddup, your sister lovessss meeeh," she chants, scurrying out of his grip to link her arm with mine.
"You know I haven't seen her in forever and you're already hoarding her like that decrepit Smeagol dude from lord of the rings does to the gold, I mean, next thing you know you'll be petting her and calling her precious and shit."
"Watch it Black, Gollum is my muse plus what's yours is mine and what's mine yeah well it's still mine!" she pokes her tongue out at him as she hauls me past the foyer and into a petite hallway, the image of an entertained Wyatt shaking his head soon disappearing from sight.
"So lemme give you a short summary on pack members, we'll go through the ones that are a'ready here and then you can meet the rest of them in the bonfire sounds good?" She waits for me to nod along before hauling me behind a column in between an intersection that gives us a perfect view to a small studio office where two unknown figures seemed to be hunched over a mahogany desk, books and sheets scattered all around them.
"You see the sugar bun with glasses and the older jackass who's head is swarmed by drunk dancing hearts as he daydreams about the girl beside him, instead of focusing on the x equation he's supposed to solve? Well, that's Naomi Uley and her alumni is Hunter Cameron, yep that's right, imbecile over there is my blood, big brother if you will."
"Imprints?" I suddenly wonder only to be met by silence. I caught a not too subtle grimace from the corner of my eye, so I tilt my head and regard Bear curiously, waiting for her to further elaborate.
Bear worries her lower lip with her upper denture,sighing softly, "Yeah, though the age difference and the fact that both Corbin and DJ watch over them like a twin pair of hawks put quite the strain on their blossoming relationship. You see Nao is barely 15 while Hunter is 20 like DJ…"
"Corbin seemed nice…" I find myself cutting in wanting at all costs to divert the spotlight from his frightening douche bag of a sibling.
"Oh, so you've met him! Yeah, he's quite the goofball, but he's a riot to hang out with and the most loyal dog you'll ever find, pun superintended, DJ is not all that welcoming am afraid, unless you work for his trust and you grow a patience forged in steel you better stay away from his path, he can be really cruel if he wants to."
Shocking. Not.
Bear manhandles me with ease into the kitchen easily downplaying my complaints about her brusque force with a good-naturedly laugh, "So, moving swiftly on, the guy on the counter with the faux hawk resembling a toilet brush is Tycen, Tycen Cooley, Leah's Clearwater now Cooley's son. Ty is always a good carefree laugh, though don't let his goofiness fool yah he is quite the brainy type, 4th year consecutive winner of the science fair and Cambridge's youngest prodigy who got an early acceptance letter plus a teen physics nominated award for refuting Stephen Hawking's theory regarding space and tridimensional masses of exploding black holes by demonstrating the novas livable cycle and their nebula formations all centered round the Big Bang implosion," she grins waving a dismissive hand at the ball of information she so casually poured out on me, acutely aware that by my befuddled reaction I was partially keeping up, "Anyhow, he opens up quite easily and he's a strongly recommendable listener, just you know for future reference," Bear tilts her head to silently signal at the girl perched on Tycen's lap, "The brunette lass with pink strands is Brook, Brooklyn Littlesea, Collin's daughter and Ty's imprint. Think you're keeping up so far?" Bear nudges my shoulder playfully and I smile and nod along as we near every single member of the pack for a short greeting, though I force Bear to skip Nina as the tension oozing from her pores and the way she regards me is scarily enough.
"Then you have your uncanny similar looking pair of cousins which I'm sure you have already heard of by your dad since they are Rebecca Call, priorly know as Black, offspring's, we have Camden and Charlotte, Denny and Charly to you." Much to my chagrin, Bea's path swerves to the left, returning to Nina and the foreign male comfortably claiming the chair beside her.
"Look, over there we have the Clearwater clan the blonde with double DD boobage and shortish pixie hair is-"
"Nina," I mumbled, already acquainted with the aforementioned spawn of Satan.
"Correct! And the guy vacuuming the pile of muffins beside her, is her brother Moose, meaningful guy, doesn't talk all that much, but he's cool, plays harmonica and has a mean uppercut, so always stay on his good side no matter what."
Bear then excuses herself and leaves me for a moment to answer a call from his father, Jared Cameron, and I immersed myself in some banal small talk with my cousins, Camden and Charly.
Wynter soon joins in, kicking a chair of the main table to slump his anatomy on it only to stretch forwards, snake his arms around my middle and haul me a bit messily onto his lap. Moose, who I had yet to say hi to seeming as he was glued to Nina-I'll-rip-you-to-shreds-Clearwater had been watching me for a quite a while now as if trying to mentally solve the key of a puzzle when his maroon orbs met mine he bellowed,
"Think fast Black!" The last blueberry muffin on his grip landed in my hands in the blink of an eye. It took me a couple seconds to fully process the action and mumble a soft 'Thank you' in return to which he curtly nodded to.
I sunk my mouth into the top of the sugary treat, the rich flavour of the dough exploiting in my taste buds brought an unconscious beam to my lips and I swear I saw from the corner of my eyes Moose own lips twitching a bit upwards in reply. My stiff muscles eventually relaxed and I slumped against Wynnie's chest basking in his radiating warmth as I lazily put my input in one or two of the different ongoing conversations surrounding me, Nina's glaring contest already forgotten.
I had just shoved the remaining crumbs of sugary heaven into my mouth when Wynnie's breath fanned the shell of my ear,
"Mind explaining your little mishappen today in school, baby sis?" residual crumbs of Emily's blueberry muffin flew from my mouth, soaring in every possible direction to shower every single one of the pack members neighbouring the table as I burst into an uncontrollable coughing fit, thus gaining everyone's attention, but most of all, Nina's, since a noticeable bubble of spit was now swaying from the tips of her fringe drooling downwards onto her nose.
Hello drama, my old friend.
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