Friday 25 December
~*Codyâs POV*~
âCody, can you please pass the gravy?â
âSure thing, Mum,â I answered, picking up the gravy boat and passing it to her. She was sitting diagonally opposite me at the dining table. Dad was directly opposite me, and Nat was seated to my left.
It was Christmas, and the camp had taken the day off to allow all the attendees to spend the day with their families. Much to Dadâs annoyance, Mum had invited Nat to join us for lunch: a lamb roast with all the usual trimmings.
We had been sitting at the dining table for about half an hour now and Dad had barely said two words the entire time. His reluctance to have Nat eat with us was quickly verging on pettiness, but Mum and I were trying our best to keep the mood upbeat.
I had my doubts that we were fooling anyone.
Nat was still getting used to talking to her wolf. Just like Dad, she had barely said two words since we had sat down to eat, but she was constantly tipping her head to the side or staring off into the middle distance, which let us know she was listening to or talking with her wolf. I remembered how much of an adjustment period it had been for me when I first started hearing Roux, so I thought Nat was doing remarkably well. Dad, however, scowled every time he saw Nat lose focus.
âMum, have you heard from Takeshi today?â I asked, noticing Dadâs knuckles whiten as he clenched his cutlery. âHe wasnât in my meeting with the camp leaders yesterday. Apparently, he took ill at lunch or something?â
Mum chewed and swallowed her mouthful before she answered. âI havenât seen him today, because I was getting lunch ready, but I saw him last night. Heâll be out of action for the next few days. Spence is taking over the reins until heâs feeling better.â She popped another forkful of food into her mouth.
âGood thing too, if you ask me,â Dad muttered under his breath. âMaybe now we can get some things done around here.â
Mum placed her hand over his in what looked like a calming gesture, but I knew from experience it was a warning. âThatâs why itâs a good thing no-one asked you, darling.â
I swallowed when I saw Dadâs hand tremble from rage underneath Mumâs. She glared at him, but it didnât do any good. I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.
âHa! Good quote, Mum,â I said nervously, trying to break the tension that had suddenly filled the room. âThe Dish, right? I havenât watched that movie in ages.â I stared at Mum, silently begging for her to pick up the lifeline I was throwing her.
She smiled a thanks at me. âRight! One of my favourites.â She lifted her hand from Dadâs when he settled down, and his skin colour started returning to normal. âMaybe we could watch it later?â
âAbsolutely.â I shoved a mouthful of food into my mouth to hide my sigh of relief. Crisis averted. For now, at least.
I glanced over at the head of the table where we had left an empty plate. Every Christmas lunch we honoured Daddy with an empty plate at the dining table before we went to visit him at the local cemetery. We werenât the only family that made the trek out on Christmas afternoon. Many families that lost loved ones on Black Saturday visited to remember them. Takeshi normally made the visit, both as a grieving husband and father, but also as the Alpha of the pack. With him out of action because of illness, it would be Spence to take on that role today.
Staring at the empty plate, I wondered if having a physical reminder of Daddyâs death while we ate was healthy for Mum and Dad after all this time. It had been over ten years, and their grief was still raw. Was this prolonging their grief? I didnât know, but I wasnât willing to ask to find out.
Once we had finished eating, Dad decided he would clear the table. I think he just wanted to get away from us, if only for a couple of minutes. Nat excused herself to go to the bathroom, which left me and Mum.
âCody?â
âMm?â I picked up the glass of water to take a sip, only half paying attention to what she was saying, as Roux had decided now was the perfect time to sing Christmas Carolâs. It was proving to be rather distracting.
âBells told me something alarming about Tatum.â
I froze with the glass at my lips.
âDanger! Danger, Will Robinson!â Roux projected rotating alarm lights into my mind.
âYou spend a lot of time with Tatum. Have you noticed anything different about him recently?â Mum watched me intently.
âAbort! Abort!â I didnât know if it was Roux or my own mind that started playing the sound of the Death Star alarm in my head, but suddenly it was all I could hear.
I swallowed and slowly returned my glass to the table. âUm⦠Not recentlyâ¦â I wasnât technically lying. Heâd been an arse for two years now, and an absolute turd for months now. Surely, I could make the argument that ârecentâ meant mere days, or at worst, a couple of weeks.
âCodyâ¦â Mum narrowed her eyes at me. âDonât lie to me.â
I sat back in my chair and tried to feign a nonchalant position. I didnât have a care in the world. Look at me, not caring. Totally at ease over here.
âIâm not lying.â Yeah, even I didnât believe that.
âSell it better.â
âYes, thank you, Roux.â I imagined rolling my eyes at Roux. She huffed at me in response.
âYou know you can tell us anything, right?â Mum started the tried-and-true method of guilt shaming. Great.
I flicked my eyes quickly towards Dad, who was still at the kitchen sink, then back at Mum. Even though he looked busy, I knew he could hear everything we were saying. âOf course, Mum. I havenât noticed anything. Sorry.â
Mum got the hint and gave the slightest of nods. âOkay. If you notice anything, youâll come and tell us, yeah?â
I recognised the out she was giving me, and I wholeheartedly took it with both hands. âTotally.â I may have nodded a little too enthusiastically, judging by the look on Mumâs face. Oh, well. She knows what Iâm like.
Thankfully, Nat came back to save me from any more embarrassment. I knew Mum would interrogate me later when she got me alone, but that gave me time to prepare myself better.
âLunch has been fantastic, Auden.â Nat looked at Mum, then Dad. âJackie.â Mum smiled at her; Dad grunted noncommittally. âCody told me earlier that youâre all going to the cemetery this afternoon.â She paused when Mum nodded. âI donât want to intrude, so Iâll take my leave now, if thatâs okay?â
No! Donât leave me alone with these two! I mentally pleaded with Nat to stay with me. This was the first Christmas where I could have support from someone my age! Couldnât she see my eyes? How much more saucer-like do they need to be for her to get the message?
âOf course, Nat.â Mum grasped her hand warmly. âThank you for considering us that way.â
Nat nodded, grabbed her phone from the table, and turned to me. âIâll see you back at the apartment later, yeah, Cody?â
I huffed. She was leaving me. Fine. âYeah, Nat. Iâll see you in time for dinner.â Getting up, I hugged her, but refrained from whisper-begging her to stay. I was eighteen. An adult. I could totally do this.
âCody, you can do anything you set your mind to. Donât let anyone, including yourself, tell you anything different.â
I still had my arms around Nat when Roux said that. I blinked, my eyes suddenly brimming with tears at Rouxâs kindness. âRoux? Youâre being nice to me? Itâs a Christmas miracle!â
âOh, fuck off, Cody. If this is what I get for being nice, Iâll never do it again.â
Nat let out a quiet giggle. âRouxâs right, Cody. The world is your oyster. Let no-one tell you differently,â she whispered into my ear, before letting me go.
I froze in place. What? I frowned at Nat. She had heard Roux?
Waitâ¦
What?
âIâll tell you later,â Nat said quietly to me, before turning back to Mum. âIâll catch you tomorrow for our meeting, Auden, yeah?â
âIndeed you will, Nat.â Mum rose from her chair. âLet me walk you out.â
I collapsed back into my chair while Mum walked Nat to the front door.
âRoux?â
âIâm just as shocked as you are, Cody. She shouldnât be able to do that.â
I suddenly felt like everything they had taught me about werewolves was a lie. âHuh.â
âPrecisely my thoughts on the matter.â
I was broken out of my shell-shock when Mum came back. âCody? I feel like some hazelnut coffee from downstairs. Care to join me before we head to the cemetery?â
âSure, Mum.â I grabbed my phone and within minutes we were standing in front of the fancy coffee machine in the cafeteria that cost money, rather than the regular percolator everyone used for free, waiting for it to dispense our coffees.
âTalk to me, Cody.â Mum said, as she faced the machine. âWhatâs Tatum been up to?â
I looked at the machine and sighed. I could play the âletâs not look at each other while we talkâ game just as well as she could. âHeâs been goading Bells into beating him.â
Mum stiffened next to me. âBells said that, but I didnât want to believe it.â
âItâs been going on ever since they turned eighteen.â I leaned forward to grab my coffee from the machine. âTatum started getting unpleasant after he turned sixteen, but he became brutal when they started shifting.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â Mum crossed her arms in annoyance, presumably at the machine for taking so long.
âHonestly?â I turned around and leaned my back against the wall next to the machine to face Mum. âI didnât know until we were halfway through our exam period.â
âBut that was weeks ago, Cody. Why did you stay quiet?â She turned her annoyed eyes on me. Okay, maybe she was pissed at me and not at the coffee machine.
âBells said he had everything under control.â I watched as Mum ground her teeth. âBut itâs gotten much worse since Natâs been here.â
âHow so?â
âThe happier Bells is, the angrier Tatum is. The happier Tatum is, the more upset Bells is.â I took a sip of my coffee. âNat makes Bells extraordinarily happy. You do the math.â
âAh.â Mum leaned down to finally snag her coffee from the machine. âTatum wants to keep Bells miserable, so he makes Bells beat him, knowing that it would upset him.â
âRight.â
âBut he never fights back?â Mum frowned as she took a sip from her cup and led me to a corner table in the empty cafeteria.
âThatâs what Bells has told me.â
âI wonder why?â
I took another sip before I responded. âI think itâs because Tatum gets off on the control he has over Bells. Itâs the ultimate âfuck youâ to his brother. Like, see what I can make you do? See how you canât stop yourself even when I donât fight back? Itâs all a game to him. And to do it to his twin brother? Itâs the ultimate control.â
Mum sat there, sipping her coffee as she took it all in. âI guess the one saving grace in all of this is heâs only exerting control over his brother.â
The colour drained from my face, and I looked away. âMmâ¦â It didnât go unnoticed.
âCodyâ¦?â Mum put her hand over mine. âWhat are you not telling me?â
âItâs not only Bells anymore,â I whispered, still looking at everything except Mum.
âWhat do you mean, Cody?â Her hold on my hand tightened.
Slowly, I brought my eyes back to Mumâs. âHeâs been playing âdrinking gamesâ with me.â
Mum narrowed her eyes but said nothing.
âFor every full glass of alcohol I drink, Bells gets one free day from Tatumâs taunting. I won Bells a free week last Saturday, but I told Bells I couldnât keep doing it.â I tried to lighten the mood. âThe hangover on Sunday was a bitch.â I grinned at her.
âOh, Codyâ¦â Mum closed her eyes, sounding bereft.
âItâs okay, Mum.â I placed my hand over hers to placate her. âI wonât do it again. Itâs not like I can afford to do it every weekend, you know?â
âIt wonât matter. He knows he can do it to you now. Heâll find another way.â She raised her fingers to her temple and started massaging. âIf itâs not you or Bells, Tatum will find someone else to torment.â
I drained my cup. âWhat do we do? There must be something, right?â
âI donât know, Cody.â She leaned back in her seat. âI really donât know.â