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"No Sam! That movie sucked, you don't know what you're talking about." Sam laughed at the sight of Carla's face, she almost seemed serious but he knew she was joking. Sam had asked her to watch a movie with him a few nights ago and she had agreed in a heartbeat.
He would never of imagined that one day he would become good friends with a Werewolf. She pushed the remainder of her peas around on the plate in front of her. She hated peas, but today she was hungry enough to eat them regardless. Sam could tell something was eating away at her, she didn't seem to be completely and totally there with him.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, when Carla sighed and pushed her plate across the table, her fork clattering loudly as it hit the ceramic plate. Sam could feel his heart jump to his chest. He was waiting for Carla to say something horrid about him, something about how they couldn't be friends. It was after all expected, supes didn't get along and it was ridiculous to believe that they would.
"Do you remember that guy JD I was telling you about?" She asked, she reached across the table and stole some fries off his plate. A sense of relief washed over Sam and he silently cursed at himself for thinking too much. Carla chewed on her stolen fry silently, her eye brows etched together.
"The pack master of Shreveport?" he asked confused as to why she would bring him up. She had mentioned weeks ago that JD had shown up at her home with a group of men. They had tried to convince her to join their pack and had done a poor job at it. She slammed the door in their face after they had accused her of sleeping with Alcide.
"Yeah, he showed up again last night." Sam shifted in his seat uncomfortably, he had heard rumors of the new Shreveport pack master and if he was harassing Carla she could be in danger. This was after all the pack that had killed his brother, if he could help it Carla wouldn't have anything to do with them.
"He wanted you to join? What did you do?" Sam tried to ignore the bubbling rage in his stomach; if Alcide had taken the pack when he should have they wouldn't have to deal with this. It was bad enough that the vampires were up to something. They were always up to something.
"I told him if he didn't get off my property I'd shoot him." She plucked another fry off his plate and slowly chewed on it. Her answer wasn't good enough for him and he leaned forward a bit so prying ears couldn't hear him.
"What are you going to do if he keeps bothering you? You can't honestly expect a person like that to just leave you alone?" Carla chewed the remainder of her fry carefully before swallowing.
"I'll have him arrested and charged with trespassing, then get a restraining order." She said firmly, the seriousness that crossed her blue eyes was enough for him but somehow the idea didn't make him feel like she would be safe. The very idea of JD coming to her home in the form of a wolf popped in his head, then how would she keep him away?
"Sam, don't worry about me. I'm a big girl; I can take care of myself." She smiled at him softly, it was impossible not to see the worry that crossed his face. She wanted to yell at him, tell him to stop worrying so much, but didn't want to draw any more attention to herself. People were already staring that they were eating together.
"So have you talked to Alcide?" He asked, he didn't know what was going on between the two. But he assumed they were friends, very strange friends. Sam had told her more than once that if she wasn't going to join a pack that she should at least befriend Alcide.
He had told her about how great of a guy he was, and how he helped him not too long ago. He wouldn't tell her that he helped him kill the man that killed his brother. In fact he couldn't tell her, she was bound by law to report it, but when she never asked what Alcide had helped him with he knew that he was safe to keep his secret.
"Ah, I asked him if he was willing to let Lucy out during his lunch breaks. That's about it." She said, the conversation never really happened, so when Sam gave her a questioning look she broke.
"Okay I wrote a note, and left it on his door. But Lucy hasn't peed in the house." Carla scrunched her face up irritated that Sam had broken her so easily. She knew Sam was going to scold her because he had done so every time they brought up Alcide.
"Carla, you really need to talk with him! It's not normal for a werewolf to be on their own! I'm surprised that you've made it this far! But you're going to go crazy with him living across the street and having no contact at all!" Carla rolled her eyes as Sam nagged her, she knew he was right but she still didn't like being mothered.
At first she had brushed him off, but when she realised that her body was starting to change she became worried. She had this urge to walk across the street sometimes and see Alcide, and although she had repressed the urge so far, she wasn't sure it would last much longer. She couldn't fathom how stupid she would seem just knocking on his door for no reason.
"Look I promise I'll talk to him, but you have to leave me alone about it. You're stressing me out!" she groaned leaning back in the booth. She used a hand to cover her face and the other arm rested under her breasts.
"You and I both know if I don't keep bothering you, you won't talk to him." Sam chuckled, Carla groaned in response pulling her hand away from her throbbing head.
"It's a full moon tonight." He said softly, Carla hadn't realised that her attention had drifted. She was watching Sookie serve a large man on the other side of the room before walking off to grab more plates. Carla had only talked to the woman once, and it wasn't even a real conversation because she ran off to congratulate Alcide on their imaginary relationship.
"Yeah, I would say I forgot but it is gnawing at me like crazy." Carla ripped her eyes away from Sookie.
"You should ask Alcide to join you." Sam smirked; she needed to have this run tonight, if she ignored it she would have to replace her house. She had learned her lesson the first time and didn't want it to ever happen again. But that didn't mean she wanted to run with Alcide.
"You're not playing fair, I'm going home!" Sam laughed loudly as Carla slipped out of the booth; she snatched her jacket and eyed him spitefully. Sam continued to laugh loving every moment of it. She quickly flipped him the middle finger before leaving the diner.
He wasn't disappointed that he wouldn't run with Carla that night, because he already had plans with Luna. Luna harbored a strong dislike for Carla, even though she had never met her. Luna firmly believed no single woman had business with a taken man. Sam had tried to tell Luna that they were simply just friends, but for some reason Luna didn't want to believe it.
Carla had been left as a dangerous topic in their relationship, so they avoided it at all cost. So when Sam showed up with the scent of Carla clinging to his clothing she frowned, but dared not speak about it. She simply stripped down and shifted into a small black dog, Sam silently following behind.
Sam never missed a run on a full moon, it was impossible; he needed it like he needed air. All supers that shifted into animals were like that, so they all had to be extremely careful when they were out in the woods. It wasn't uncommon to run into someone else, and it was even more common to get into some kind of brawl.
But the worst to run into was the wears. They ran in packs, and they were all strangely connected. If one wolf got heated up, the others would too. So it was always maximum priority to stay away from them, because there would be no escaping from a pack.
Sam skittered to a stop when he saw Luna had stopped; he could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest. It was at this moment he heard the soft whimpers of a woman, and his eyes drifted towards the source.
He had never in his life seen what he was looking at and for a brief moment he didn't know what he should do. He involuntarily shifted, he was just about to step forward when Luna stopped him, grabbing his arm with such force that he could feel it start to bruise.
"Don't, if you go in there he will rip you apart." Luna tugged on him again, Sam was distressed and she understood that because no shifter could understand what they were watching. It did look as horrible as it sounded. The only thing he could think about was that it was Carla pinned under Alcide whimpering.
"But he's hurting her, I have to help her." He tried to pull away from Luna but she held on tight.
"Sam, their mating and if you go in there it will be worse for her then it already looks. If you want to help her then don't get involved, because he will take care of her when their done." Her words didn't seem to be fitting into his head it was like she was speaking another language.
Running his hands through his hair, he tried to process what she was saying. But he wanted more than anything to save Carla.
"Look, in order for this to have happened she had to have been willing. It's no different than wolfs picking mates in the wild. I know it looks brutal, but when it's over she will be okay. I've seen if before, trust me. But if you walk in there now, he will protect her, and he will try to kill you." Sam finally turned to look at Luna, her grip was still tight on his arm and just by the look on her face alone he trusted what she was saying, because if he were to walk away from this and it wasn't what she was telling him it was he would never forgive her, or himself.
Nodding his head, he shifted into the small collie and trotted off silently behind Luna who kept a close eye on him. The last thing she wanted was for him to go running out towards the couple and get them both killed. She had to be careful around such things because she had someone counting on her at home.
When Carla didn't show up at Merlotte's for her routine bagel and coffee, the following morning, Sam begun to worry. It was unlike her to not show up; in fact he couldn't remember a time where she hadn't popped in at some point during the day.
He silently waited for his shift to be over because the last thing he wanted to do was storm out of work and people to talk. Then his little slip would have gotten around to Luna, and he didn't want another fight like the one that had occurred last night.
Luna had told Sam that he was to stay away from Carla. She didn't want him anywhere near the woman. Sam didn't want to stop being friends with Carla and he figured that as soon as Luna met her she would understand what their relationship was like. There was nothing about them that attracted them to each other. They were more like brother and sister.
When his shift was over he slipped away and made a long journey to Carla's house. He had only been there on a few occasions, and they were always before they went on a run. The house was oddly silent even though he could see other people in their front lawns.
Making his way up the front porch he noticed a few things. The first was the screen door was slightly open, someone hadn't closed it all the way and it was stuck on the small spring loaded latch that held it closed. The second thing he noticed was the muddy floor and small splatters of blood. He wanted to call out to Carla but he wasn't sure if it was a smart idea.
Instead he peeled the door open and slipped in, and started to study his surroundings. A few things in the living room were toppled over and in the corner of the room sat two dogs who curiously looked up at him. He pressed a finger to his lips and shushed the dogs, to anyone else it would have been pointless but the dogs seemed to understand.
Pressing on through the house he followed the trail until he reached the master bedroom upstairs. The door was only slightly ajar and fear coursed through his veins. He softly called out to Carla and with two fingers carefully pushed it open. He only pushed it open enough to see what was going on inside.
On the bed was two wolfs, the first was completely white, larger and obviously Alcide. The second wolf (which was Carla) was mostly grey with white accents. Carla was lying on her stomach, Alcide beside her licking her face. Carla's bed sheets were swirling around the couple, the once white sheets dirty. When the sound of the creaking door disrupted the two, they both looked up. Carla remained unmoving where Alcide started to snarl his eyes glowing brightly.
Alcide launched himself off the bed and towards the door that Sam slammed shut just seconds before Alcide reached it. The loud bangs, growls and snapping of jowls could be heard clearly from the other side as he tried to reach Sam. The door was starting to crack under the pressure before Sam decided it was time to get out of the house.
Luna had been right, Alcide had been taking care of her and now that he had seen she was okay wasn't going to step back into her home until he was sure both she and Alcide were both in their right minds.
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