“What do you need help with now?” I asked Kat.
I was wearing some black skinnies and a fitted blue shirt. I had straightened my hair and left it down. When I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, Kat had glared.
“Hey, I offered to help,” I said, raising my hands defensively.
“You look hot,” Kat whined.
“Oh, shut up. It’s your own fault. I told you I would help you.”
“I know, I know,” she complained.
“So what do you still need?”
“I think everything is ready… right?” Kat asked, looking around the kitchen like if that was going to answer her question.
“At this point, the only thing left is for you to get ready. It’s already six-fifty,” I told her.
Pointing out the time, I realized, was a horrible idea. Kat was freaking out. The food was ready, and now it was just waiting for the chicken that was in the oven to finish getting cooked, the pasta Kat had made was ready, and I was on dinner roll duty.
Kat had barely let me prepare anything. She needed the help but she had said, “I cannot start my relationship with him based on lies. When I tell him that I prepared it all, I want it to be real.”
I went along with it, although it was pure craziness. Kat usually kept cool. She was also a great cook. But today, there was the added pressure of wanting to impress the guy of her dreams, which just equaled to disaster.
She had just gone into the room when she ran back out. “I don’t want anything funky tonight, Sav,” she told me.
“Kat, you’re the queen of funky. Are you going to miss this dinner?” I asked.
I laughed and got another glare from Kat.
“I mean it. I know hottie is coming, and that’s good. It’ll balance things out. While I’m busy with my man, you and Liam could talk or whatever you two do. Also, no nicknames—you know he hates it.”
“Kat…” I whined.
“Savannah,” she whined back. “No nicknames. You call him his name or you don’t say it at all. I’m serious.”
“You call him Ricky too!”
“No I don’t. I just let you do it because I know there’s no getting to you. I’m serious, Sav. Use his name—it annoys him when you don’t.”
“Everything annoys him,” I said.
“I know, so you’re going to try hard.”
I had given in. Mainly, because despite all of her heartbreaks and how easy it was for Kat to move on, she had never given up on getting Ricky. I figured maybe she had something going on there and I shouldn’t have been judging too harshly.
Now I was standing in the kitchen, waiting for her to do a miracle by getting ready before Ricky arrived, and for the chicken to be done.
It smelled good in the apartment. I was definitely excited, mostly because I knew that Liam was going to be coming. I already wanted to see him.
Despite Kat’s irritable mood, I had been smiling and fading off into my thoughts most of the time. It annoyed her more.
Ricky arrived just after I finished getting the dinner rolls ready, and dumped them in the oven. He was looking good, of course. It wasn’t like he had tried, because he didn’t really have to.
“Hey,” I said, motioning for him to walk in. “Kat’s still getting ready, but she should be out soon.”
“Okay,” he nodded, following me into the living room, which was usually clean but now looked extra neat. Kat had cleaned the entire place.
I’d had a few conversations with him in the past. Most of them were spent with me trying to keep cool being with him, and not feeling intimidated. He did that to a person. I always wondered how Kat managed to handle his intensity. She just told me it was part of his charm.
“I had been meaning to talk to you,” he started.
His words definitely surprised me.
“You wanted to talk to me?” I asked, trying to keep cool.
Ricky was a lot like Liam in the sense that he was gorgeous in a dark and dangerous way—which was a total no-no in my book. It was more Kat’s thing, but she was usually quick to recover from all her heartbreaks, because Ricky was her main guy who was always there. She was encouraged by the fact that yes, he turned her down, but he also turned down every single girl that approached him. As long as others didn’t have him, she was all good.
Now I had Kat’s dark and dangerous looking at me with an interest I found suspicious, leaning into me a lot more than he ever did—because he usually kept a cool five feet distance between us—and telling me he wanted to talk to me.
“Yes,” he said, and that was all he said. He didn’t say what he wanted to talk about. He just continued to look at me with his beautiful damn eyes that I hated because they were too pretty and hypnotizing to look at.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked, looking away from him.
Right at that moment, I was starting to feel the feels and wanting for Kat to come out of her room or for Liam to arrive.
“Liam,” he said, calmly and firmly.
“Liam?” I repeated, suddenly feeling more interested and less nervous. “You want to talk about Liam?”
He nodded. Again, he didn’t continue talking. He just looked at me with a blank expression, not aggressive but also not welcoming.
“What about Liam? I didn’t know you knew him.”
“I’ve never met him,” he said.
“Okay,” I nodded, and waited for him to continue.
Whenever I was with him, I also remembered why I got annoyed despite how attractive I found him. Ricky had a way to hurt a girl’s ego.
He was handsome—he was so handsome, it was impossible to think he hadn’t realized it. Every single time I had been in his presence, and it hadn’t been many times—he always kept his distance, gave short answers, and hardly acknowledged anybody.
Ricky put a new meaning to indifferent and reserved—he brought it to a whole other level. Kat did not seem to mind. She pushed and pushed. I had actually heard him have several conversations with her—conversations where he said more than two or three words at a time. He wasn’t as cold with her as he was with other people, but sometimes I felt like he did it because he felt bad.
“Why do you want to talk with me about Liam?”
“I want him to stay out of my business,” he stated bluntly.
“When I settled in Leland, I did not realize it was taken territory,” he said.
His explanation only confused me. I saw that irritated look cross his eyes—another one of his ego hurting looks.
“What exactly do you want me to do? You don’t even know Liam.”
“I know what he is,” Ricky stated, giving me a flat look.
His eyes—they were changing, turning dark, like Liam’s eyes did. “You’re…”
He didn’t speak, but he nodded his head.
“Oh my God,” I mumbled, covering my mouth and feeling a panic attack coming on any second.
“Liam exposed himself in front of some of the hired help—the only one who made it out of the woods alive. I am aware that you know Liam is a Wolf.”
“You’re a Werewolf too,” I said, feeling stupid for not noticing before. But then I felt stupid for feeling stupid because it was normal not to assume that every damn guy was going to turn out to be a Werewolf.
“I am also in a relationship,” he added out of nowhere, except his words still shocked me.
“You’re not single…”
“It isn’t something I share. I have enemies, plenty of them. My girlfriend is a human. I try to keep her away from—the lifestyle. I am telling you because Kat’s advances will not get her anywhere and I am tired of repeating the same thing. My girlfriend lives in Leland. She was born and raised here, and it holds sentimental value for her. I cannot afford to have Kat running around, stalking me, with my girlfriend living in the same town. It was not amusing a year ago, it is not amusing now.”
“You’re dating someone…” I whispered, although I should’ve freaked out more about him being a Wolf. I just could not believe that he was attached to someone. My mind quickly jumped into wanting to meet that someone because damn, how had they done it.
I was also still stuck staring at him. In just minutes, he had spoken more than I had ever heard him speak since the day I met him. He also looked kind of ticked off.
“About Liam—I am approaching you to send a message,” he said.
“Send a message? What message?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous.
“You can tell him what we talked about, that will be message enough.”
“I am here, in your apartment, invited to have dinner with you and Kat. How easy would it be to come in here, and hurt you or take you away?”
It was a threat, and oh boy did I get the message. Liam would get it too and I knew that he would be pissed. All the while, Ricky kept his voice cool and collected, not even sounding bothered.
“Liam isn’t going to let you threaten him.”
“We don’t know each other personally. The Wolf has made a name for himself. I know who he is. But he also knows who I am.”
“He doesn’t know who you are. He’s been looking for the person that’s trying to take over Leland. I had no idea it was you.”
Kat chose that moment to step out of her room. She was smiling big, her eyes quickly settling on Ricky. Kat had really outdone herself—killer make-up, killer hair, and killer shoes. She looked great.
“I’m assuming you haven’t talked to him about me. Just my name would have warned Liam that I am not messing around, and I am not going to leave Leland,” he said, before his eyes moved towards Kat. “I only dropped by to talk with Savannah. I should get going. It was nice seeing you, Kat.”
With that, he walked towards the door and out of the apartment.
Kat was staring at the door—looking hurt, and probably wondering if what had just happened had really happened. When her eyes landed on me, I knew I’d be taking the fall for it.
“What did you do?” she asked me, her voice accusing.
“I didn’t do anything. I talked to him. He has a girlfriend, Kat,” I told her, focusing on the part that I could actually share with her.
“No he doesn’t,” she said, defensively.
“He just told me he did, and it’s serious. He moved into town for her.”
“He doesn’t have a girlfriend, Sav. I know you’re just saying that to distract me because of whatever you told him. Why did he go away?”
It was quiet in our apartment that night. After my fight with Kat, which was the biggest fight we had ever had, she locked herself in her room and was officially not talking to me.
Liam had called—he had a lead on something and couldn’t make it to dinner. He promised to call as soon as he was done so that we could meet up.
It was nearly ten at night and there was still no call. It was fine. I was not looking forward to seeing him—only because I didn’t know where to start.
Kat was mad at me.
Ricky was scary—no surprise there, except now I could officially say that I had something to be scared about.
Ricky also had a girlfriend.
He always seemed so untouchable and unattainable—I was seriously having a difficult time wondering if I was more shocked that he was also a Wolf like Liam or if I was more shocked that a girl had actually gotten him to give her the time of day.
I was sitting in the dark, staring off into the distance, lost in my thoughts, when my phone rang. Liam was calling.
“Can I come get you?” he asked, casually.
“Sure, I feel wired and the guys are going to make burgers.”
The guys are going to make burgers. He made it sound so casual, like if I just went over for burgers with him every night. Despite that, I kept those thoughts to myself. I wanted to be a part of his life, he was letting me in, the guys were apparently making burgers, and I had not eaten dinner because of Ricky.
“I could eat,” I told him.
Before walking down to meet Liam, I checked on Kat. Her door had been closed but not locked. She was awake, her lights were out, and she had music on.
She didn’t even turn to look at me. I told her I was going out, apologized for our argument, and closed the door.
Liam was out in the hallway, waiting for me when I walked out of my apartment. As soon as I saw him, I walked into his arms. I caught him off guard, I could tell. He felt tense for just a few moments before he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me.
“Fine,” I said, nestling my head in his neck. I only wanted him to hold me.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to dinner,” he said.
“You should feel lucky you didn’t make it. It was a disaster,” I told him.
“What happened?” Liam asked, pulling me away so that he could look at me.
“Ricky was here. He’s the guy you’ve been looking for. He told me that he knows about you.” Liam’s eyes grew serious with every word I said. “He is also a Wolf…” I whispered.
That last part definitely made him frown.
“He threatened you?” he asked, his words low and strangely enough, sounding threatening.
I shook my head. “Well, not exactly. He wants you to back off. He said that when he moved into Leland he didn’t know you had already claimed it.”
“Sure,” Liam said, sarcastically. “Come on, we have to get going. I have to talk with the boys about this.”
Liam was quiet and serious the entire ride to his place. I had told him everything that had happened—from Kat not being ready, talking with Ricky, what he had said to me, how Kat had reacted, and I finished with the huge fight Kat and I had.
He had remained quiet the entire time, listening, nodding, squeezing my hand when he felt I was about to burst out crying.
It was raining out, which didn’t exactly help the dark vibes coming from all over the place. Whenever it rained, Leland looked creepier at night.
“What do we have?” Liam asked. I was sitting on a barstool in the kitchen island, looking at Adam and one of Liam’s guys named Ren.
Ren was scary. He was a lot scarier than Ricky, and that was saying something. I had already heard his name—Liam had said he was going to tell Ren to keep an eye on Maya. I had assumed Ren was one of the guys who had been at his apartment the day I found out about Wolves. He wasn’t. One of those guys was Adam—the other three were Chase, Sal, and Zach. One of the two girls had been Maya—who had thrown a jealousy fit when she saw me—the other had been Sal’s girlfriend, Trina.
Now that Liam wasn’t getting after them, Adam and Sal were making burgers, and Maya was not present, the mood was chill.
Things got better when Liam came to stand behind me, his arms encasing me in my seat, not that I had plans to move anywhere else. His hands were on either side of my body, and his chest was pressed against my back. The feels.
“I haven’t heard of him,” Ren said.
From the way everyone around looked after Ren spoke, I felt like Ren hearing about him or not was a pretty big deal.
“Ricky’s just a nickname,” I said.
Liam cocked an eyebrow.
“Kat hates it too,” I shrugged, and Liam just shook his head.
“What can you dig?” Liam asked Ren.
“I can get my crew but I’m not sure how far we’ll get. All we have to go on is what Savannah said, and that isn’t much. All these things you say he owns—that includes Savannah’s place, is under the name of a girl.”
“A girl owns it?” Liam asked.
“Ricky said he had a girlfriend,” I shared.
Ren nodded at me.
“Do you know her name?” Liam asked, leaning down to mostly whisper the question against my ear.
The feels only got stronger after that. I tried to shake off the tingly sensations Liam was creating with his proximity and focused on his question.
“I didn’t ask. I was too shocked to get a word out. He also proceeded to tell me that he wanted you to back off, so that wasn’t really helpful in pushing my speech.”
“We can get a scent from your place,” Adam suggested. “Scope it out, see what we find,” he finished and everyone started nodding in agreement.
“What about going to his home? I already told you where he lives,” I asked, looking up at Liam.
I was supposed to focus on the problem at hand, but I couldn’t stop admiring him. I felt like Liam knew just what I was doing, because when he spoke, there was a teasing smile on his lips even though our conversation was not even humorous.
“No one lives in the house. We already checked it out. It’s also being rebuilt. It’s under construction, but no one has been there in a while,” he answered.
“The house is also under a girl’s name. She went to Leland High. She’s around your age,” Ren said.
“Maybe you know her?” Liam asked, looking down at me again with that teasing smile.
“What’s her name?”
“India Foster,” Ren replied.
“Um… crap,” was all I could say.
India Foster and Ricky—I could not keep all the ‘what the hells’ from crossing my mind.
While Ren had looked more bored than anything before, my expression or my words—one of the two—suddenly had him looking interested.
“What?” he asked.
Liam pulled up a stool and sat right next to me, wrapping his arm around me. When I didn’t say anything else, he squeezed my waist. “What is it?”
“India Foster isn’t in Leland,” I told them.
“Well maybe she isn’t here but all the places I suspected were owned by this guy are under her name,” Liam told me.
When all eyes shifted to me, I shook my head. “What?” I asked, feeling defensive.
“Who is this girl?” Ren asked me, his blue eyes focusing on me, clearly wanting more. “I looked up her file. There’s nothing out of the ordinary except that a little over a year ago she started buying a lot of real-estate.”
“India?” I asked.
Liam looked at me. “It’s clearly being funded by her boyfriend. I just don’t get why,” he said.
“It’s just…” I started to say. As soon as the words left my lips, I again had everybody staring at me.
“You’re surprised by this,” Liam said, cocking an eyebrow.
I could feel his hand on my waist, gentle, supportive. Even that could not stop my thoughts from going back to India.
“I can’t believe India Foster is with Ricky, if that’s what you mean. By the time I met India Foster, things were already how they were. She was who she was, and I was just, you know, me.”
“Okay…” Adam said, sounding as confused as everyone in the room looked.
“Why is she so weird? You’re freaked out by it,” Liam told me.
I didn’t want to talk about India Foster. No one really did. There was a reason for that.
“I thought you said Leland was your home. How did you not hear about what happened?” I asked, Liam.
“What happened and when exactly did it happen?” Liam asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Right after I graduated… well, that same night, actually,” I replied.
“What are you talking about?”
“I did my junior and senior year in Leland. By the time I got here, the rumor mill was already going.”
“Always the rumors,” Trina, Sal’s girlfriend, muttered. She and Sal had been hanging out in front of the TV until story time—which I wasn’t happy to be a part of—started.
“Kat was here when it happened. I know what she told me and what everyone else said about India at the time.”
“Which is?” Ren asked, looking a little exasperated that I was taking my sweet time. In reality, I just didn’t want to talk about India Foster. Even thinking her name gave me shivers.
“Savannah, you gotta help us out. I’m following all my leads, but it hasn’t been simple. This guy is hiding behind this India girl. She’s also been MIA so I don’t really have much going for us here.”
I sighed. “No one knows exactly what happened, but when India turned thirteen, her mother died. Everyone said that India’s dad did not take the death well. India started showing up at school with bruises, and well, people started assuming things. I know Kat is kind of dramatic but even she freaks out about India. Kat said India used to be kind of a huge deal at school. After the accident—it all changed. She became a recluse, she didn’t talk to anybody.”
I had everybody’s attention, and I especially noticed they all flinched when I mentioned the whole India probably got abused at home part.
“By the time I got here, things were kind of bad. With kind of bad—I mean they were extremely bad. Kat said that people left India alone for a while. Once high school came around, cliques started changing, and you know how it goes.”
“Not really,” Liam said.
“Nope,” Adam added.
“I never finished high school,” Ren stated.
Most of them nodded in agreement with Ren.
“I went to high school with Wolves—we dominated the school,” Chase said, grinning.
I raised an eyebrow, and his grin grew wider. “I used to be part of a pack, and I’m not from the States,” was his explanation. That kind of explained the accent, which I couldn’t really place.
“What happened with India?” Adam asked, and they all looked at me to continue.
“She got bullied in the most stupid way. India is beautiful.”
Liam smiled at me.
I shook my head at him. “I’m not saying that for comradery. India is freaken pretty, enough that girls got jealous and guys looked—all the time. There’s no way you can try to be a hermit in high school if you’re getting all that attention. And she couldn’t. She got the attention of the wrong guy—Deacon. He was like the popular dude, everyone wanted to date him, be him, you know the story.”
Again I got a lot of confused looks and comments telling me—no, they did not know what I was talking about or how the story of cliques went. I got another comment from Chase telling me that Wolves at his school dominated.
“Deacon had a girlfriend—Meagan. Meagan made India’s life a living hell at school. India got pissed but she tried to let it go. The thing is, Deacon was really into India. I mean, all the guys were, but Deacon was the only one cocky enough to feel like India was stupid for not wanting him back. So Deacon, Meagan, and a few of their friends got together and… India lost it after what they did. I don’t even know how to explain what happened without all of you thinking I’m crazy. I wasn’t there to see it, but I heard people talking about it. It’s… crazy.”
“What happened?” Liam asked.
“Stuff that now that I know Wolves exist, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was actually true.”
“What happened?” Adam repeated the question, looking curious.
“Stuff,” I said, not knowing where to start. “Anyways, after that, India just disappeared. No one has seen her around in Leland since then. It’s a small town. Word would get around.”
“Why are you surprised I hadn’t heard about this?” Liam asked, looking confused. “I feel bad for this girl, but that’s just human high school drama.”
“Deacon sounds like an asshole, and Meagan sounds like a bitch,” Adam added, and the rest of the guys nodded in agreement, even Ren, who had kept quiet for most of story-time.
“Well, I thought you had at least heard about what happened after. This whole thing with India was in March, senior year. She disappeared, sure. When we graduated in May, Deacon, Meagan, and most of their little clique were brutally murdered. India had been long gone by then, but seriously, who else could it have been. It freaked everyone out, the cops couldn’t trace India, and they were seriously not interested in pissing her off—that’s how bad it got. After that, India Foster was someone no one talked about.”
It didn’t mean people didn’t think about her. They sure did. They were just smart enough not to talk.
“How the hell was that not on her file?” Adam asked, narrowing his eyes at Ren.
“I don’t know,” Ren commented, frowning. “She wasn’t a minor—it should not have been sealed.”
After the burgers were done, they all broke into little groups and scattered around the place.
Ren and Zach were sitting in the large dining table, eating burgers, drinking beers, and talking quietly. Ren had gotten even more serious after I finished talking about India.
Adam and Chase had put a movie in the large flat screen. They were ten minutes into the movie and I had already heard them make countless comments about how it wasn’t really scary. They were funny about it, though.
Sal and Trina were sitting in one of the couches, talking, eating, and kissing. They were cute—although I didn’t think either of them would have appreciated if I called them that.
Liam and I had stayed in the kitchen island. We had moved our chairs to the opposite side—I had told Liam I wanted to watch the movie too.
Mainly, I wanted to observe his friends, who were as different as they came. I liked them, though. They were nice to me, they acted like if I’d been part of the crew for ages, and Adam and Sal made kick ass burgers.
I was still sitting next to Liam on the stool, and his arm was still around me. I was facing forward, which meant I had a clear view of the entire room. Liam was angling himself towards me, and I again felt like he was encasing me in with his arm. I loved it.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, taking a drink from his coke. I was surprised he hadn’t grabbed a beer like the rest of the guys—Adam excluded, who claimed beer tasted nasty. He had scrunched up his nose and I had totally found that cute.
Everyone else, including Trina, had grabbed a beer.
“I’m thinking about India, Ricky, Kat, your crew… and us.” I said that last part in a quiet voice.
“I don’t know India, I’ll deal with the asshole, Kat and you are going to patch things up, the gang is cool, so I want to focus on us,” he said, grinning. “What about us?”
“Nothing,” I shrugged.
“Nothing, nothing?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow, looking amused.
“I like being here. I mean, I have class in the morning and waking up is going to suck, but I’m happy you called me over,” I told him.
Liam’s expression softened, but he was still smiling. “Glad you said yes,” he said, squeezing my waist and leaning in to kiss me.
His lips had just touched mine. His other hand was on my arm, pulling me towards him, when my cellphone rang.
I groaned against his lips, and that made him chuckle. “Mad that we have to stop?”
“Yes,” I admitted, not even caring. I wanted to kiss him. I liked when his hand was on my waist, and I liked being encased in his arms. Yes, I was definitely mad that we had to stop.
The screen was displaying Kat’s name and picture, and I automatically felt bad for feeling mad. She was calling, which probably meant she was ready to break down crying with me and I’d go home so that we could talk about Ricky, how horrible he was, and wonder how the hell India had come back into our lives and ended hooking up with Ricky.
I probably focused too much of my energy on him because when I answered the phone, it was not Kat who spoke to me but Ricky.
“Come home. Kat found me. I was with my girlfriend. She made a scene and I had to knock her out.”
“What?” I cried, and Liam was already getting up and getting his guys together.
“I don’t have all night, Savannah. Fifteen minutes. I’m leaving whether you get here or not,” he said, and before I got to ask him any questions, he hung up on me.
“That was him?” Liam asked, although he already knew.
“He knocked Kat out!” I snapped.
“He’s going to be at your place?” Ren asked, all seriousness and business in his voice.
“Yes, he is. He’s going to give me fifteen minutes to get there.”
“Why doesn’t he just leave?” Trina asked, walking over with Sal. They already looked ready to kick ass.
I finally found out what that room that Liam kept locked up was for—weapons, a lot of them and all of them scary.
“What are you going to do?”
“Capture him, question him, and that’s as far as I have planned,” Liam shrugged, casually.
“I like you, a lot. I don’t mean this to sound harsh, but it’s something you are going to have to get used to,” Liam said, walking over to me.
I didn’t miss that they all suddenly got busy and started looking away from Liam and me.
“And if I don’t?” I asked, fearing myself, the answer to the question. But seriously, they looked like they were about to go do a whole lot of damage.
Liam closed the distance between us, his hands on either side of my neck. He wasn’t hurting me, there was just pressure. He wanted me to look at him. His hazel eyes had grown serious. “I’m not going to let you go. Like I said, you will have to get used to it.”
He brushed his lips against mine, and moved away to start giving orders to his crew.
Five minutes later, I was in the passenger seat of Liam’s car, feeling nervous, and with him telling me it was going to be okay.
Ren, Adam, Zach, and Chase had taken one car. Sal and Trina had taken the other.
“What if he tries something?” I asked.
“What will he try? He’ll be alone and outnumbered,” Liam calmly replied, smiling at me.
“Why are you going to capture him, though? I know I told you he looked scary, but he’s actually not that bad.”
“He threatened you,” Liam stated, flatly.
“He warned me.”
“He doesn’t have that right. Besides, I’m not going to make a move unless he wants to get hostile. I can keep cool,” Liam said, but he was grinning so I didn’t believe him.
“What if he hurts Kat?”
“She threw a tantrum and he dropped her off at your apartment. I doubt he’s going to hurt her.”
“What if he’s already hurt her?” I asked, truly feeling worried about that.
“Then it’s good we’re going in.”
The guys at least tried to be discreet with the weapons. They left the bigger things in the car—Zach and Trina stayed behind.
Liam and I had an argument about me staying behind. I said I wasn’t going to do it, he said I was going to do it or he was going to force me to stay. I told him I would like to see him try. He told me he was going to show me. I added that if he tried, he could forget about me. Liam had glared.
Now we were all walking up the stairs. I had won the argument.
Ren was ahead of all of us. On the drive to the apartment, Liam had shared that Ren didn’t usually run with him. He was only intervening because apparently some war was brewing somewhere with some Wolves, Ren and Liam were old friends, and Ren had his back.
Liam also warned me that Ren had no rules and he was exactly the type of Wolf I was supposed to stay away from. I had nodded in agreement. I really did agree. Ren was scary. He was attractive, but his scariness surpassed his hotness by a hundred, so it was an easy choice. Liam had started to tell me why Ren was how he was when we arrived at the apartment building.
Now we were all following after him. He was walking ahead, Adam and Chase were behind him, Liam and I followed, and Sal was at the very end. Sal was the only one who was caring a gun in view, which was also scary but Liam had just shrugged about it like it was an everyday occurrence.
“I should go in first,” I told Liam when we stood outside of my apartment.
“I’m sure he can hear us. If he’s a Wolf, he would’ve felt us coming,” Ren said, knowing there was a possibility Ricky was listening in.
“I should still go in first. I’m the one that knows him and I don’t want to freak Kat out in case she woke up.”
An argument broke out between Liam and me about who was going in first—Ren or me. We were in the middle of that when the door opened.
We all shut up and froze, looking at the person who had opened the door. I thought it was going to be Ricky. I really did. The last person I expected to see opening the door to my apartment was India Foster.
“Savannah,” she said, her eyes focusing on me.
“Fuck,” Liam cursed, slowly and loudly, when his eyes landed on India.
India’s eyes cut to him, and she was frowning.
India hadn’t changed. Her dark hair was still long, shiny, and straight. She had gotten a tan, and it suited her. Her green eyes were shining bright, unlike the last time I had seen her looking miserable. She looked just as beautiful as the last time I had seen her, except now there weren’t bruises on her arms or face, she didn’t have a haunted look, and she actually looked like she was doing well.
“Kat’s still out,” India said to me, ignoring Liam who was full on glaring at her.
“What’s going on, Liam?” Adam asked.
“Nothing,” Liam snapped, but he really sounded pissed. His eyes had not moved from India and I did not miss the hostile look in them.
The plans had apparently changed now that they all realized India was actually there. We had all just walked into the living room when Ricky joined us. He didn’t look surprised.
Every Wolf in the room, however, froze when their eyes landed on him.
“Holy,” Adam started.
“Shit,” Chase finished for him.
I was starting to see that those two really got along. I was also starting to see that things were seriously wrong.
“Ricky?” Liam asked, his eyes moving to me. He was shaking his head.
“What?” I asked.
“Ricky?” Liam asked again, motioning to Ricky.
I narrowed my eyes. “Yes, I know. What?”
“You know I hate that nickname, Savannah” Ricky said, sighing loudly. “Liam, I’ve heard a lot of things.”
“Roderick,” Liam growled loudly.