The Double Moon, Amber Riel [books for new readers .TXT] 📗

No one answered him. They just stared at him like he was a crazy person.
“Anyone?”
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Millie sat on a stair case, holding a styrofoam cup of hot chocolate in her hands. She looked at it. She needed to calm down. She had to relax, but she was just so ticked off.
“Millie,” a rough, but stern voice said.
She didn't bother to look up. She knew who was behind her. “Hi, Demon.”
“Can I sit next to you, kid?”
“Go ahead.”
A muscular, African-American man about in his early 50's sat down next to the young wolf. His head was completely bald. “You're still mad at James for not showing up to your father's funeral?”
Millie kind of glanced up at Demon. “Yea,” she whispered. “He was the only wolf, who didn't show up.” She sighed. “What kind of person doesn't show up to their own brother's funeral?”
Demon couldn't answer Millie's question even though he knew why James wasn't there that day.
“You know, Demon, I wish that you could have been mine and Shawn's uncle instead of James.”
Demon laughed. “You two are white kids, that would be crazy.”
“Was that a races joke?” Millie asked. She knew that he didn't mean anything by it and so she was laughing as well.
“You two are good kids.”
Someone walked outside. “Millie,” Mark said, “James wants to see you in his office.”
Millie rolled her eyes. James was the last person who she wanted to see. “Now what?” She stood up and walked inside. Family Fued

Shawn ran into the house and over to Lacy and Stina. He stopped to catch his breath. He felt as if someone had knocked the wind out of him.
“What's wrong?” Lacy asked.
“We have a problem....” He took a deep breath.
“Don't tell me that you put peanut butter in a CD player again.”
“Okay, in my defense, I was told,” he said as he looked at Stina, “by a certain someone, that peanut butter fixes CD players, and I don't know why I listened to her.”
“Okay.... What's going on?”
“Well, see.... Chr.... Chr.... Christina's back.”
“WHAT?!”
“Yea, she's back....”
“The dog lady?” Stina jumped in.
“Something like that.”
“We have to tell Champ, Millie, and Kyle,” Lacy said as she stood up.
“No, not Millie....”
“She has to know. She's the leader of the pack.”
“Yea, but think about it. She's already ticked off about being in the same house as our uncle.... She finds out that Christina's back, she's going to explode.”
Lacy thought about what Shawn said and had to agree with him. “Good point.”

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Millie walked into James's office. A 20-year-old, cute, spiky, dark brown hair guy was standing on the right by James's desk. James was sitting behind his desk. A 40-year-old, pitch black haired woman was standing on the left by the desk.
“What do you want now?” Millie asked.
“We all agreed that you need to be watched.”
“Watched? Look, if you want to remove me from being the leader of my pack, then go ahead. I don't care. I really don't care. As long as it's not you, then I don't care.”
“You can't leave the mansion until you go home,” James told her. He was just as apathetic as she was.
“Then I mise as well stay in the room, because then that'll stop me from killing you.”
James didn't reply. He just let her talk.
“ISABEL, MIKEY, LEAVE!” Millie ordered.
“Sorry,” Isabel said, “we don't take orders from 17-year-olds.”
“Sorry, Millie,” Mikey told her.
James thought that it would be a good idea for Isabel and Mikey to go somewhere else. “Isabel, Mikey, it might be a good idea if the both of you left.”
Isabel looked at James, shocked. She couldn't believe what he was telling them. “But sir?”
“I need to talk to my niece alone.”
“We understand,” Mike said.
“But, sir?” Isabel was still shocked.
Mikey walked over to Isabel and grabbed her left arm with his left hand. He placed his arm on her back. “Come on, ma.” He led her out of the door.
“I'll call if there's trouble,” James told them as Mikey closed the door. He took a deep breath. “Sit down.”
“No.”
“Okay, then stand. Why can't you leave me alone about not showing up to your dad's funeral?”
“Because he was your only brother.” Millie shook her head. “You let him die, because you were too in love with that human. She was part of my father and mother's death.... Ever since my parents were killed, you never even cared enough to visit me and Shawn.... Your niece and nephew.” She closed her eyes for a minute. “You turned your back on us.... So, I'm going to turn my back on you.”
James didn't reply. He couldn't. He didn't want to tell Millie the reason that he wasn't at the funeral. He knew that she wouldn't believe him anyways. He decided to just let her talk.
“You know,” Millie paused, “you're the only wolf that I don't have respect for.”
James looked down at his desk. In away, Millie was right to be angry with him. “It was almost eleven years ago, Millie. I didn't know that Vickey was going to do that. I was in love with her, and I thought that she was in love with me.... But she wasn't....”
“I don't want to hear it.” Millie left the room, mad.
James looked up as the door slammed shut. He shouldn't of had said anything. He knew that Millie wouldn't believe him.


Jean knocked on the door. She held a pan in her hands. The pan had ten foil over it so that the food wouldn't get cold. The pack had invited her to eat with them for dinner because she lived alone and she didn't have any family who lived close to her.
Lacy opened the door. She smiled. “Oh. You can come in, Jean.”
Jean stepped into the house.
“Here I'll take that for you.” Lacy took the pan from Jean. “I'll bring this to the kitchen. You can go into the living room and sit down. The living room is in there.” She tilted her head to let Jean know which way to go.
“Okay, but can I take off my jacket first?”
“Oh. Of course, you can place it on the coat rack to your left or to your right. It don't matter where. Tom had set the two coat racks, one on each side, so that way if more wolves came in, because you know the seven of us and then the other wolves.”
“Oh.” Jean took off her jacket and placed it on the coat rack to her left. She walked toward the living room, looking around, as Lacy walked toward the kitchen.


Lee had dragged Champ and Shawn into a candy shop because he didn't know if they could eat chocolates or not and he needed to know because he wanted to surprise Lacy with a box of chocolates.
“So, why are we here?” Shawn asked.
“Well, can you wolves eat chocolate?”
Shawn and Champ looked at each other. They decided to play a little trick on Lee.
“Well,” Champ lied, “ we can't eat chocolate.”
“Yea, because it upsets our stomachs,” Shawn agreed.
“Oh.”
“See if we have chocolate, they have to be small pieces,” Champ told him.
“Yea,” Shawn agreed, holding up a hand and pinching his fingers together, “they have to be that big or we'll die just like dogs.”
“Yea, so if you want to get Lacy chocolate, you have to think about the risk.”
Lee didn't want to worry if Lacy was going to die. He didn't want to do that to her. “I'll get her flowers instead.” He turned around and started to leave.
Shawn and Champ started laughing. They walked over to him. “We're joking, dude,” Champ told him. “Nothing's going to happen.”
Lee stopped. “Really?”
“Yea,” Shawn answered. “Chocolate does to us, what it does to you that's all. Just because we're also wolves doesn't mean that we can't eat chocolate.”
Champ nodded his head. “Yep. Nothing's going to happen to Lacy, so don't worry.”
“Okay.” Lee was relaxed, knowing that they were just joking.

Awkward Moment

Kyle was shuffling a card deck because he was board. He was sitting back on a couch, listening to the Patriots' game on the radio. Demon and Ash were cheering for the Patriots to win.
Colla had walked into the room and over to Kyle. “Kyle,” she said, gently.
“Yea,” he replied. He stopped shuffling the deck and looked up at her.
“Shawn's on the phone. He says it's important and that he doesn't want Millie to know.”
“Okay.” He stood up and followed Colla into another room.


Jean, Champ, and Lacy were sitting at the kitchen table. They were playing a game of scrabble. “So, where's Millie and Kyle?” Jean asked.
“Oh, they're at a council meeting,” Lacy answered. “Millie had to meet with the wolf council. They're not going to be back for a couple more days.”
“Oh.... There's a wolf council?”
“Yea.”
“Ah.... I didn't know that.”


“Yea, man,” Shawn whispered over the phone. “She's back.... You and Millie need to come home fast, but don't tell Millie why.”


“Okay. Talk to ya later.” Kyle hung up the phone. They were in trouble. He had to let Millie know that they had to get back, but how without letting her know that Christina was back, looking for revenge.


James sat behind his desk. He picked up a picture of himself, when he was in his late thirties, early forties. His hair was dark, brown and he looked more skinnier then. A cute, dirty blonde, thirty-four-year-old woman was standing next to him. He was in love with that woman at one time. She had broken his heart and now he could careless for her. He had lost faith in the humans like Millie had after his brother was killed, but he didn't want to harm them because that was something he was against. He set the picture down. Why couldn't he had seen what the woman really was? “I'm sorry, brother,” he said as if he were talking to his