About a week had passed since we dealt with Chad and his thugs, we heard nothing from them since.Things calmed down sort of⦠Phoenix, Jules, Ellis and Kai started to open up to me very slowly. My heart ached as I watched them tiptoe around me, they clearly expected some form of punishment. I knew it would take time, but it sucked to see them in so much pain. Quinn helped me with them, watched over them, laughed and interacted with them. The way she treated them made me think of the way I wish my mum had treated me.
Everything was nice and peaceful, except Sloan. He was his hyper outgoing, excitable, frenzy of personality. He was overjoyed to learn more about wolves from an actual pack. He hung on Caseyâs every word like his life depended on it. The other wolves didnât understand how someone could be so interested in something so horrible and permanent. It was classic Sloan, just how he was. I knew Casey would never, but I made sure to tell them to not turn Sloan. I also told Sloan that no one was permitted to turn him so donât ask people. I knew my new wolves wouldnât turn him, they firmly believed only the Alpha should turn humans into werewolves.
In fact I overheard Casey explain to Sloan the odds of transformation from a bite were extremely low, death was more probable. This was not true of course but the lie seemed to cool Sloan off. Sloan made friends quickly among my wolves. â
â, it still felt weird and uncomfortable. River was polite yet very vocal about her concerns for his safety. He blew off her concerns, but I appreciated her and made sure to let her know. Sloan greatly enjoyed the pack on social outings.
Each day that passed my small pack grew closer and closer together and soon we felt more like a family. I was the Alpha, Quinn was the matriarch, Casey and River were like the fun aunt and uncle, Sloan was the goofball, and the rest were content to be with us. It finally felt like a family, like the way I always dreamed family should feel. It was remarkable how so many different people with such different backgrounds could become such a warm and affectionate group. I felt happy, content, like life had gotten better. I was determined to enjoy it.
Things were even slow at school, classes kept on and nothing noteworthy happened. Seemingly overnight, posters, banners, and flying were everywhere, which promoted a four week long break. The little town had several extra days of traditional festivities which accompanied the typical winter holidays. Lucky for us, winter here was just rainy and somewhat chilly. Snow was mostly unheard of. It suited me just fine, I hated snow and extreme cold. Sloan was over the moon with these traditional festivities, he bounced off the walls and excitedly chatted about how much fun and spectacular these events were expected to be. The whole town was involved in holiday preparations. Some of these activities were to be scavenger hunt, an ice water dunk tank, even rumors of a performance by a local garage band. It felt more like a carnival to me, I didnât care. I wasnât interested.
Quinn was excited too, although for a different reason. She got to travel to see her family for two weeks during the Winter Break, and she wanted me to join her. The chance her family was sweet and romantic, yet at the same time, it induced anxiety . âIf you want, you can come. If you donât, I understand. Itâs a big step. Itâs been a weird few weeks for you.â She was so kind and considerate. In the end, the thought of isolation from her for two weeks measured up to be worse than anything her family could do to me. So I told her I would go with her. Her smile lit up the room and she hugged me, topped with a passionate kiss. She always made my head swim in a good way.
I was concerned that my pack would be without me for two whole weeks. Casey calmed my fears, âRiver and I can look out for them, no problem.â River chimed in, âYou should go Reese, you need a chance to decompress, itâs been a hectic few weeks for us all.â Both of them were so warm and thoughtful, I was glad they were part of my little family. Sloan was kinda bummed that we would be gone but he had the whole town to keep him entertained on this winter break carnival thing. He would be fine, wouldnât even miss me. Jules and Phoenix were a little worried about me leaving until I told them that Casey and River would be close by. I told them that Casey and River wouldâve been my pick to be the Alphas instead of me. This helped Jules and Phoenix settle down.
Pretty soon, it was time to leave for vacation with Quinnâs relatives. I was nervous and excited, it would be a two hour drive to the airport, a three hour flight, and then a forty minute drive to her familyâs âsummer homeâ as they called it. Campus security was kind and bored enough to give us a ride to the airport. It seemed their presence was more of a formality, but I figured with the increased werewolf population, they would be needed sooner than later. Once we arrived at the airport, Quinn navigated the labyrinth of terminals and people with ease. I hung onto her hand for dear life, so many people, so many noises. I was quite overwhelmed.
It felt like forever, we finally found our way to the right terminal. I breathed a sigh of relief as we plopped into our seats. Something was wrong, it was eerily quiet. âQuinn, whatâs going on? Where are all the people? Why is it so quiet?â She looked at me quizzically. âArenât flights usually loud and messy with crying babies, farting old men, and nosey old women?â Quinn smiled apologetically, âSorry, I forgot to tell you. This is my familyâs private plane, just you and me and the flight crew, a few stewardesses.â My jaw dropped. âAre you rich,â I whispered. Quinn laughed, âWell kinda, I guess. I donât like to talk about it. I want people to like me for my awesome personality, not my familyâs bank account.â I just stared at her, she was incredible. She was physically stunning, extraordinarily intelligent, kind hearted, gentleâ¦. I pinched my arm hard to make sure I was dreaming. Suddenly I felt terrible, inadequate, insufficient, meaningless. Quinn must have sensed the shift in my emotional state. She picked up my hand and squeezed it twice. âTalk to me, Baby. Tell me whatâs going on in that cute head of yours.â
âQuinn, Iâ¦.,â I struggled to find the right words. âQuinn you could have anyone, movie stars, famous people, rich people. Someone amazing⦠and you pickedâ¦me?â My voice caught in my throat. âSweetie, she answered, her voice gentle and soft. âI chose you because you are special. You care deeply, you are passionate and real. Most of those movie stars and famous people⦠they are fake and self centered. Trust me, my sister and brother continuously date those kinds of people and itâs awful. I would rather have something special with a real person, not some online media presence.â
I didnât know what to say. She had the uncanny ability to pick the right things to say to make me feel better. I snuggled up to her and put my head on her shoulder. âTell me about your family?â She sighed, âWhere to start? My parents are typically too busy with their own lives to bother with us kids. He runs the family business, she spends the money that he makes. My older brother is alright, can be a little creepy. My sister is a little of an air head. Very sweet, kinda dumb. The physical embodiment of a blonde joke.â
âThey are good people and they are trying to be better. Just weird⦠I think youâll get along with them. Thatâs one of the reasons Iâm bringing you to meet them. Mom is trying to be inclusive and dad just doesnât care. As long as I donât cost him tons of money, he doesnât care.â She fell silent. I got the impression she wasnât telling me something. I raised my eyebrow at her, âFine fine. I kinda want you all to myself for two weeks. My family wonât bother us and we can spend some quality time together doing whatever we want. Would you have come if you knew I was being selfish?â I squeezed her hand twice. âYeah I probably wouldâve. Next time just be upfront with me. Itâll save us trouble down the road.â She squeezed my hand twice in return, âYouâre right. Iâm sorryâ. I kissed her slowly. âHey now,â she moaned. âYouâre gonna get me all excitedâ¦â
âMaybe thatâs what I was trying to do,â I smiled provocatively. âOh really? Is that how we are going to do it?â she tickled me and I squealed. âGood luck, Iâm not ticklish,â she goaded, seeing me trying to pull free from her grasp. âWeâll see,â I gasped. We settled down in a comfortable silence. I felt happy and content. I was glad she brought me along on this trip. I needed it more than I realized. Quinn squeezed my hand twice, I squeezed twice in return. I couldnât stop smiling. She kissed the top of my head. No one had ever done that before, I felt safe.
The rest of the flight was uneventful, I think I actually fell asleep in Quinnâs arms. The plane bumped a little as it touched the ground. Quinn took my hand, I followed her off the plane and into a limousine that awaited us. I felt kind of nervous inside the limo, like I couldnât touch anything. Everything looked so expensive. Quinn gently took my chin in her hand, âBreathe. Youâre okay. Breathe.â I tried to inhale, but she was so prettyâ¦.I forced myself to shakily inhale. âJust breathe, youâre okay.â I squeezed her hand twice, she responded likewise. Quinn told me about the things we could do while we were there, a large shopping mall, an amusement park about an hour away, her parents had a pool in the backyard so we could sunbathe or swim. Honestly, I didnât care about all that stuff, as long as I was doing it with Quinn. She was the special part. Sheâs all I cared about.
Pretty soon, the limo pulled up to the biggest house I had ever seen. I could fit maybe 3 of my parentsâ houses inside this one. The driver opened the car door for us, Quinn got out and offered me her hand. âCome on, Reese. Donât be shy.â I stared at this massive structureâ¦âQuinn,â I whispered. âIâm going to get lost in there. Please stay close to me.â Quinn giggled, âSure thing. No problem.â I grasped her arm tightly, I was beyond nervous. âBreathe, baby, breatheâ. I tried to follow her instructions. My lungs didnât seem to want to work.
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