KYLE

#Chapter10 KYLE Well, I wouldn’t begrudge him that. Not that I could. “And you’ll start school tomorrow.” I open my mouth to argue but she glares at me. I know when to pick my battles and this is definitely one, I would lose now if I were to start it now. “Even you two, Ariel and Ben will start school here from tomorrow. For now, we can unload our bags and drag them up to our rooms.” The twins don’t protest even though I know that they want to. We have all become severely attuned to Mom’s emotions after Dad died. The packed house has five floors, the top floor being for the alpha and beta living quarters while the rest of the floors are for housing the teenagers and adults. The ground floor has a common sitting area, dining hall, kitchens, meeting room, gaming zone, etc. It is a bit different from the pack house back home but not very complicated. The layout of the pack house is very easy to figure out and it takes me no time to figure out the way to the kitchen. While all the members went downstairs to have dinner, an old lady delivered my plate of food to my bedroom door. I grudgingly accepted it but it was a clear message that I was not invited to go downstairs for dinner. I was not allowed to mingle with the pack members and as much as it rankled me, I had to remind myself that I didn’t care. I had no desire to mingle with the pack members or dine with them. It would be useless, honestly, because I’m pretty sure we aren’t going to last for more than a month here. It would have all worked out wonderfully too because I had no plans to walk out of the room assigned to me if it hadn’t been for my fast metabolism. The alpha mustn’t have considered my fast werewolf metabolism because I was hungry again by the time the clock struck twelve. This is why I’m not standing in the empty and dimly lit kitchen, intending to search for any leftovers. I’m not so surprised to find another wolf my age prowling through the food reserves at this time of the night. He turns around, not at all surprised to find me there because he must have heard me come down the stairs and smelt me minutes before I stepped into the kitchen. He closes the cabinet he was searching in and turns to give me his full attention. “Hi, I’m Noah Strong, the future Beta of this pack.” “Hey, I’m Kyle Paxton. I’m a warrior back home.” I move to the other side of the kitchen from him and rummage through the refrigerator to look for something. “The beta, huh? I met your father this morning.” I take a loaf of bread and he nods appreciatively at it. “What did you think about him?” He opens another door and takes out a jar of mayonnaise and chili pepper. “Well, he pretty much ignored me, which is all I want here. To be ignored.” I watch as he takes out some vegetables from the pantry and I watch as he lines up the cutting board. “That’s what you want? To be ignored here?” Noah asks me and I nod. He deftly dices the onions and I watch in awe as he cuts up tomatoes and cucumbers. “More than that, I want not to be here. The next best option is being ignored for as long as I’m here.” I watch him sprinkle salt and pepper into the vegetable mixture and I feel my stomach growling at the thought of a sandwich. “Well, then you must hate me right now because I’m not ignoring you right now,” Noah says pointedly and I laugh. “I don’t mind. You’re making me food.” I grin and he laughs too. He spreads the vegetable mixture between the loaves of bread and hands one over to me. “Thanks.” I take a big bite of the bread and give him a thumbs up. The sandwich is amazing and so much more than what I would have been able to make. He takes his sandwich and clears up the kitchen island. I finish the sandwich and take another one. He puts both of his sandwiches on a plate and turns to go upstairs to his room. “Good night, Noah.” “Good night, Kyle.” He nods at me. “Oh, and here you’re not a warrior, Kyle. You’re the eldest surviving son of the current alpha. You’re the next best thing to our present alpha and I’m sure everyone will know this by tomorrow morning.” With that, he turns around and I hear him climbing up the stairs. I clench and unclench my fists, the sandwich-like cardboard in my mouth.   #