So I sat in this new house of mine, clueless as to what I should do about the new progression in my life. I sighed and slumped in the couch.
"I hate you." I grumbled at the wall. There was a knock at my door and I got up. "If you can hear me, say hello."
I spoke quietly from the room to the right of the hallway.
"Hello."
"Okay, you're not allowed in." I turned the stereo on, blasting it.
"Smart girl." A second wolf chuckled.
"Listen, if you don't open this-"
"If you knock the door down, the Moor will kill you for me." I warned.
"You're close to the Moor?"
"Father of sorts." i turned the music higher, trying to block them out.
"Listen, sweetie. I don't care who you have connections with, open the door." There was a whole pack outside. I panicked, I never was crazy about the thought of being surrounded by an unfamiliar pack in a new place. I gritted my teeth.
"I'm not your sweetie." I shot.
"You can be mine if you open the door." That voice had a British accent.
"Back away from my door or I really will call Asil." I warned.
"Alexandria Lynn Harpford." A voice spoke cooly.
"Eh, doesn't work, sorry Hauptman." I flopped back onto my couch.
"Would you at least turn the music down?" The voice was in my ear. I jumped up. I was really out of it if I made the same mistake twice.
"HOLY SHIT!" I was just stupid enough to dash for the door when the wolf's arms wrapped around my middle and pulled me back. I struggled. "LET ME GO!"
"Nope." He chuckled and I realized it was the British guy.
"Hauptman, call your creepy wolves off!" I yelled, kicking and squirming. Finally, I found enough room to change and did so, biting his shoulder as hard as I could without killing the guy. If I killed him, I would be in deep shit so that's why I didn't go for his throat.
"Damnit." He growled, "Fucking bitch."
He finally let go and I ran out the front door-there was a doggy flap-and into the good pack themselves. I squeaked in surprise as another one picked me up.
No, no, no! This can't be happening! I squirmed, they had surrounded me. I was doomed.
"Adam, let her go. She's scared." Mercy said softly.
I whimpered and gave him the best "I'll listen" puppy dog eyes I could. He sighed and let me down. Conveniently, I still had my clothes on because I could fit believe it or not.
I changed back.
"Damn it, you had to send one in after me?" I growled.
"We needed to speak to you and you were being blatantly rude."
"Right, okay." I snorted, "Why don't you come and invade my home, all of you, and speak with me?" I paused a moment. "Actually, no, I like talking out here."
"Scared?" That one looked the youngest, going by the eyes I mean.
"Of you guys? No. Of my house? No." I shook my head.
"Of what?"
"None of your business. pup." I rolled my eyes and turned myself so I could keep an eye on the others, but speak to Mercy and Adam as well. "Which one is in my house?"
"Ben." Adam said calmly.
"Ben, get your ass out here, I didn't bite you that hard." I yelled through the door which had been unlocked.
"Not that hard? You-" He looked at his alpha and back at me, "-bit me enough to tear a decent chunk of my shoulder out."
I grinned.
"What can I say? I'm a biter." I looked him over. Average werewolf, nothing special, but I flirt with them all really. Unless they're mated...that'd be trouble and I don't do trouble. I mean...on purpose?
"Har, har." He grumbled.
"Are you done?" Adam sounded amused. I blinked.
"Yup! So, you probably know what I am considering you've got that little coyote right there." I heard "Dynamite" by Taio Cruz start playing and I made a face, I loved this song and I was talking to these fools. "I'm a-"
I said "shapeshifter" at the same time she said "walker."
We looked at each other.
~I told you once, yeah I told you twice.~
"A what?" Mercy looked surprised.
"Shapeshifter, of course, I only have one form. I'm supposed to be whatever I want to, but I never did figure that out, plus dingoes are pretty awesome. Picture your mom screaming 'a dingo ate my baby' when she finds one in your crib when you're three months old."
There was this really epic silence and finally Adam nodded slowly.
"Okay. It's late, I want to see you tomorrow at around...6:30. Until then, someone is going to make sure you don't run."
I groaned and nodded as most of them left, but he had left the Ben one behind. It seemed accidental to be honest, like he wasn't paying enough attention to know he was missing one.
"Coincidentally, how did you get in my house?" I looked into his eyes.
"Your bedroom window was open." He laughed, he had me cornered up against the house, an arm on either side of my head. I made a face.
"What?" He looked amused.
"You're not my type."
"Ah, I see." He may have seen, but he didn't care. "What is your type?"
I motioned for him to bring his head closer and whispered in his ear.
"Clowns." I moved quickly and bit his nose, running into the house and locking it, escaping upstairs to lock my bedroom window from which I heard Adam yelling at Ben. I smiled in satisfaction.
I had made it known that Alex Harpford was not a sweet, innocent, little dingo by a long shot.