Big Bad Wolfie

"So, where do you guys usually start?" Wolfie asked me.

Happy is to my right, also waiting for my response.

"We usually call everyone to the courtyard and set up stations for the blood types for everyone to get their portion," I tell them.

Wolfie turns away from me to look out at the territory. "Yeah, that's not happening."

I glare at him, "and why not? Afraid you wouldn't be able to control everybody?" I challenged.

"Well, your house clearly isn't very good at following orders," he glares back at me, "so I don't see the need to take the risk. We'll go house to house again, like we did for the introductions."

"That'll take all day," I protested. "Their feeding has already been delayed and they won't even be getting a full portion as it is. There's no reason to delay even more just because you're not confident in you and your warriors' abilities," I glare again.

He looked back at me, "We're either doing it my way or no way. Take your pick," he stood there with a hard look and arms crossed.

I sighed and shook my head, not wanting to make the wait any longer, "whatever, let's just get going."

He nodded in satisfaction and followed me to the truck.

On a different note, I don't look like I just crawled out of bed today.

I'm no longer in the sweats and T-shirt I was wearing yesterday, but jeans and yet another T-shirt. Though, this one has "come to the dark side, we have cookies" written on it in white font.

I wonder if they look at these before they pull them out of my closet.

I have my hair up in a ponytail because, it's in desperate need of a wash. I'll have to annoy Wolfie about that later. He hasn't even thought to let me shower.

Anyway, it's a sunnier day today and I can already feel myself getting a bit of a sun burn, so maybe it's not so bad we don't have to get everyone outside.

Though, they could just throw on some sunscreen and be fine. I don't have access to my room, so I'm kinda stuck.

"We're visiting the jails today, right?" I asked over my shoulder, once I finished my train of thought.

Yesterday when I was introducing everyone, we didn't go to the jails, for obvious reasons.

"Didn't you say something about a shortage?" He asked me, coming to my side.

I nodded in reply.

"Then if we don't have enough, they'll be the ones not getting anything," Wolfie explained, looking back forward.

I frowned, "c'mon, that's not necessary. I'm sure it'll work out so that won't have to happen."

"I don't know, the more I think about it, the more I lean towards not doing it at all," he informed.

"Well then stop thinking about it!" I scolded him.

I heard happy let out a small breath of laughter.

Wolfie just looked at me, unamused. "They need to learn fighting us has consequences," he replied, ignoring my protests.

"Oh c'mon, haven't you ever heard of second chances? And it's not like you can blame them. What would you have done in their position?" I looked at him with a brow raised and arms crossed.

He stayed

"Whatever, if we run out, we run out.

I sighed, yet again.

Ugh.

through all this trouble to make sure everyone gets a share, and he comes in and stomps all

How rude.

Yes, I thought that in Machelle Tanner's voice. How could

got to

Do we just

not a half bad idea," he stated with

I rolled

opened the back doors, since the

he puts his hand on my back to help me up the big step(not that I can't do it myself).

get used to, h3ll, addicted to,

I'm in the van, the doors are slammed shut behind me — something he seems to have gotten very good

helping me and keeping track of proportions and blood types and countless other things that come with

~*~*~*~

Finally!

to house. The sun is already setting and we still have to go

remaining for the people there, not nearly enough, but

of our lockup building. They eyed me suspiciously but

Obviously.

Because they're their leaders.

Stupid.

I walked behind Wolfie and ahead of Happy, smelling around for anyone inside.

smell of my house was particularly strong down one hallway, and a second after I

down the long corridor, the familiar scents practically engulfing me by the end

how many people they've been freaking keeping here. Enough to be swallowed

feel. Their sense

a very

the bars, "Rose! Brandon! Is everything okay down here?" I ask

the bigger cells and is holding around 20 people by the looks of it, but I can hear

little heated,"

brows furrowed. "What do you

out of the way. Earning a glare from him, me and Rose. "It means we know what you've been

raise my brow,

what, exactly, would that

taking his side," he spat like the words are the most disgusting thing he's ever tasted, "and all we can do is watch our way of life fall apart through this d@mn window that's not even big enough to fit and arm

these are all the assumptions he's been sitting on for the duration of his stay

mean,

Mostly.

will to be civil with this jerk. This isn't

helping him in his dealings around the house! I can't believe you would just hand everything over

Being civil is overrated.

wasn't finished but

spat, glaring at him for implying I'd be

sign of invasion! You act like you belong on

earned your doubt in