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zooming passed me and jumped out of the car. “What are you doing out here?” he asked me.

“I couldn’t stay at the house.” I shrugged.

“You have dirt on your face and arms.” He said suspiciously.

“My wolf wanted to run…and I kind of got attacked by a vampire-“

“What?” he yelled.

“I’ll tell you later, can we just go home?” I asked him pleadingly.

His lips pressed into a thin line, but he nodded. “Fine.”

He walked me to the car and opened the door for me. I thanked him and jumped in. Riley was walking around the car when his phone rang. He gave me the one minute sign when he answered. I sighed and opened the sun shade, planning to check my face in the mirror. I grimaced; it looked like someone threw mud in my face. I couldn’t imagine what my legs looked like.

My hair was tangled and messy. I sighed, searching through Riley’s glove compartment for the brush I knew he had. The boy cared more for his hair than he did his own life.

“Ah-ha!” I exclaimed when I found it, buried at the back.

I looked back up at the mirror and yelped as a face came into view behind me. “Hello dear. I just had to see for myself. My son was so excited that he had to be telling the truth. It seems he was.” The vampire was hiding it’s scent. How it got into the car without me hearing it was beyond me.

“So you’re going to leave my pack alone?” I asked him, my voice and eyes guarded.

“Ah, yes, you see it’s more complicated than that, dear Goddess. They killed my daughter. She was the only female I had left in the coven, and now, I’m afraid, I must get my revenge.”

I spun around in my seat to look at him, but he was nowhere to be seen. The driver’s side door slamming shut startled me and I looked at Riley. He cocked his head to the side at my expression.

“What’s wrong, sis?” he asked me.

“I-I…nothing.” I mumbled.

I looked in the mirror, just to make sure, but he wasn’t there either. I ran the brush through my hair, staring at the mirror in thoughtful silence as I did.


I got home and practically fell on the couch, groaning in relief at the beautiful, comfortable leather. Mom and dad were gone, and Riley told me he had to so see Lily, so I was home alone, and I couldn’t be happier. I haven’t been alone in a long time, and sometimes, both Lorry and I craved alone time.

I closed my eyes and started humming a song that my mom used to sing to me when I was little. These Little Dreams is what she called it. She played the piano for a while and loved to compose her own songs. I’d sit beside her while she composed them, and she’d teach me how to play them…


I was dragged awake by my alarm clock, and I groaned. I threw my pillow over my head to drown out the sound, and sighed when it didn’t work. I slammed my hand down on the snooze button and smiled slightly at the silence that emanated through the room. A knock sounded at my door. “Sweetheart, it’s about time for school.” Mom said.

I groaned and started beating myself in the face with my pillow. “No! school can die a horrible death for all I care!” I exclaimed.

I heard her soft laugh as it faded down the hall. I sat up and immediately pulled my hair back, tying it up with the hair band around my wrist. I jumped from the bed and walked into my closet, humming happily to myself as I unconsciously went for my tom boy clothes. A hand caught my wrist just before I touched the shirt.

“What did I say about that?” Damian’s voice was dark and playfully threatening in my ear.

I turned and glared at him. “I’m not your slave, and I can wear what I want.” I insisted, trying to remove my hand from his grasp, it only tightened.

“As I recall, that was an order.” He smirked.

I growled and ripped my wrist from his grasp. “Fine. Get out so I can change.” I ordered.

He smiled, touched his hand to his forehead and brought it down in two swirls, bowing slightly from the waist. “As you wish, my love.”

I waited until I was sure he left before smiling an evil smile. He wants me to dress like a girl? Fine then, I'll dress like a girl.

I grabbed a short black skirt from the shelf above the hanging rod, it reached about mid-thigh and it was something I wouldn’t have touched with a ten foot pole…until now, that is. I put on a low cut, white shirt that was so see-through it needed an undershirt, and to top it all off, a pair of black, leather, knee high boots.

I poked my head out of the closet door, making sure Damian wasn’t in the room, before flouncing out. I sat down at my vanity and picked up my eye shadow, brushing on a smoky eye look with perfect precision. I put on some black eyeliner and mascara, shouldered my bag, and sashayed out of the room. The blinds were open all over the house, bright, golden light filtering in. Mom had a duster in her hand, humming beautifully to herself as she swept gracefully by.

“Going on a cleaning spree, mom?” I asked her as I grabbed an apple.

“The house is a mess! And it’s almost spring, spring cleaning is very important.” She said.

I smiled and rolled my eyes. The house wasn’t at all dirty, every nook and cranny was spotless. Mom actually looked at me for the first time. “Goodness me! You look like those girls you always talk about…what do you call them?” she asked me.

“A slut?” I asked hopefully.

“No…a tramp, that was what you called them.” She said.

Damn. Tramps weren’t as bad as sluts, I was planning on making Damian angry, I guess this would have to suffice. I shot mom a salute and headed out the door, Riley must have stayed over at the pack house; I didn’t see his car. I did see a sleek, black, sexy-looking motorcycle sitting in front of the house, Damian leaned on my car.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he asked incredulously as I approached.

I gave him a fake pout. “You wanted me to dress like a girl, remember?” I asked him, running the tips of my fingers across his chest as I passed.

He growled and his eyes flashed black for a split second before he gained control again. “I didn’t mean dress like that!” he growled.

I batted my eyelashes at him and blew him a kiss as I got in the car. “See you at school, my love.” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

I slammed my door closed, slid the key in the engine and smiled as it roared at me. I sped away from the curb, leaving Damian standing there.

I laughed maniacally and turned the radio on. Best. Day. Ever.
Part Eleven: Who?


I pulled into the school parking lot, expecting to have a lot of stares today with what my outfit looked like. I suddenly felt a little regretful about what I was wearing. I’d meant to make Damian mad, I didn’t want men groping me every chance they got, and they probably would.

I took a deep breath and got out of the car, opening the back door so I could get my bag. A few jocks walking by whistled, some did this weird man bark. I ignored them all and walked up to the school. “Cat I needed- what the hell are you wearing?” Trevor half yelled, stopping me as I reached my locker.

“I’m trying to make Damian mad. It’s a long story and I’d rather not repeat it.” I muttered.

“You look like a slut!” he was whispering loudly now.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s the point dumbass.”

“Fine. Anyway I need to talk to you.” He said.

“I don’t want to talk.” I said, grabbing my books from my locker and slamming it shut.

“Well I do.” He grabbed me by the arm as I turned to leave. “Would you please just listen?”

I crossed my arms and leaned against one of the lockers, waiting impatiently. “I’m sorry, alright? I felt betrayed, but I was stupid about it, I was angry at you.” He sighed. “You remember when we went to the beach that time, we threw each other in the water, and we were so tired afterwards that we just laid in the sand staring up at the sky for a while?” he asked me.

This brought a small smile to my lips. “You told me to promise you that we would be best friends forever, that we would tell each other everything, and that nothing could break us apart.” I murmured.

“I partially broke that promise, I let something break us apart.” He said softly.

“And I kind of broke that promise before I even agreed. I’m sorry Trevor, I couldn’t tell you.” I mumbled.

The bell rang before he could answer and I sighed. “See you in History.” I said.

Damian caught up with me just as I was grabbing the door handle to science class. He grabbed me by the arm, his eyes were dark and his muscles were tense under his black, tight shirt.

“You’re either going to change willingly, or I’m going to make you.” he growled.

I smiled sweetly. “Whatever do you mean, Damian? I’m just dressing the way you asked me to dress.” I said innocently.

I pushed the door to my class open and heard a lot of whistling, and Damian growl. I ignored them all and sashayed over to my desk, sitting down and crossing my legs. Damian sat gracefully down beside me, still angry.

“When I asked you to dress like a girl I didn’t mean like a slut girl!” he whispered to me.

“Oh so you asked me now? I could have sworn you ordered me!” I snapped in a whisper.

“I’m not kidding, Cat, I want you to change.” He growled.

“Sorry, can’t do that.” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back in my chair.

His fists clenched and he growled low in his throat. “Why. Not?” he asked me slowly.

“I don’t have anything to change into.” I said simply.

Before he could answer, Mrs. Laurence came in and she smiled at the class. “Hello class.” She looked at Damian. “Damian.” She said by way of

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