Disclaimer: I made this fanfic for my own pleasure, my characters belong to me and my story idea but other characters belong to Patricia Briggs as well as most of the world my characters are in. And because I'm not Patricia Briggs her characters will not be so accurate, sorry but only she can perfect her characters.
After making a few calls, Bran watched Samuel's red Mercedes disappear into the distance before he turned to Libby. She was sitting on the steps, she had Bran's coat around her shoulders. She looked so frail, so small…
"Do you need to get anything before we go?"
Libby shook her head, "I don't have anything…" Bran nodded his head, understanding in a way he thought he wouldn't ever be able to.
Distance is best, for now… He reminded himself before walking towards his own car.
Bran held the passenger door open for her; he had done it without thought, not realizing it until he was closing the door for Libby. She was still fumbling with the seat buckle when Bran was sitting down in the driver's seat. By the time he started the car she finally managed to get the satisfying click of the seatbelt locking in place.
The drive wasn't that long, however this time Bran wasn't speeding so it would take a few hours longer. It was a good thing that he had broken the law to get to Twin Falls Idaho, if Bran had taken any longer… who knows if Libby would've stopped with her attack on werewolves.
She turned to look out the door window, pulling her legs up to her chest. She pulled the coat tighter around herself.
Bran drove in silence, thinking everything over carefully, while Libby mostly dosed in her seat. Occasionally she woke startled, looking around with wild eyes before settling back down.
"We'll be there in about twenty minutes," Bran informed when she once again woke fully alert. She eased back in her seat, a light blush coloring her cheeks. Bran was welcomed by the familiar road, making it easier for himself to relax as he drove on.
Libby twisted in her seat to get a good luck of the land they had already passed. Bran glanced in the rearview mirror. Bran glanced at her once she settled back, she was scowling.
"Maybe I should've stayed…" She mumbled with her own glance in Bran's direction.
"What's wrong?" Bran asked, before she had seemed so happy to leave.
Libby shook her head, unwilling to answer or at least tell force out a lie.
Several minutes passed as did the road, taking most of Libby's attention with the change in scenery as they entered Aspen Creek.
Bran settled the cat in the garage, "This is my home," He informed, taking note that Leah was also home. It was about three PM, just in time for a late lunch. Libby's stomach was making it's protests at the lack of food they had on the road. If Bran had thought that she would be so hungry he would've stopped and gotten something to eat…
Libby eased out the car, her eyes taking in the simple garage, she used her nose. Bran smiled, leading the way up, and out of the basement to the first floor.
Leah occupied the living room; she acted as if she were absorbed in the book on her lap. Libby looked around, taking in the dining room, than the living room till her eyes stopped on Leah. Libby took in Leah's long dark blond hair, almost fingering her short black hair.
Leah glanced over her shoulder at them, her stare sharp and directed at Libby. Their eyes didn't lock, there was no need for an unnecessary challenge. Leah's eyes went to Bran, seeming to say 'you brought back a child…' Libby took a step closer to Bran.
She doesn't like me… Bran almost laughed.
Libby wanted to run far away. This woman was obviously Bran's mate; they shared some bond that was easy to smell. She wasn't the least bit pleased with Libby's presence. Libby glanced several times at Bran, he seemed amused by something.
"I'm going out." The woman said, giving off a thick scent of displeasure as she grabbed her coat and left through the front door. Libby flinched as the door slammed shut.
"Don't worry, she's almost always like that." Bran said, was he trying to reassure her with that? Libby sighed. "I'll make something to eat." He said probably hearing her stomach growl for the thousandth time.
She crossed the living room, peeking out the window. Bran's mate was pulling out the garage, in the gray Lexus that had been in the garage. Libby was about to peek inside her mind, before she left the road, however the sudden invasion in her mind sent her backwards to the floor.
You are mine.
Libby was overcome with rage, fear, and the strongest urge to flee.
Soooo the plot thickens? lol Well happy father's day! um yeah, so the past like four-five days my allergies got real bad (i get spring time allergies and well everyone was mowing their law these past four-five days) and well today i am finally able to breath from my nose, and not have the dying urge to gorge out my eyes. All the more to celebrate haha i hope you enjoyed this chapter (more towards the end with the pathetic cliffhanger) but don't worry i will update it soon since i am somewhat on a roll (and Wednesday the 20th is my birthday so you can expect a chapter by then most definitely!)