Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 120

Making my way through the people again, back the way I came, I find James and ask him if we can Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

talk. He gives me a worried look and excuses himself before following me back into the corner. "Is it

about my father?" He asks. "The guards reported back that they saw nothing."

"No, it's not. Ava told me about this King of Alphas thing. What is she talking about, James? How come

you never said anything?"

He lets out a breath and relaxes. "It's nothing. It's just some idea that a few people have been tossing

around."

"She told me that it was discussed at some Alpha meeting and that your name was brought up. If it's

being talked about at some all-important meeting then it sounds serious to me."

James grabs my hand, using the bond as some sort of assurance. "If I thought it was important, I would

have told you. It's been in discussion for a while, even before I met you, Rae. It's not likely. And the

meetings happen every two or three months. I didn't go to the last one because I was handling things

with you. They aren't as secretive or as interesting as they sound, I promise."

I sigh. "Okay. I just feel like I'm finally being let in on all the secrets, and I want you to tell me about

everything. I want to learn and grow, so if there's anything else that I don't know about, and that

involves you, I'd like you to tell me before anyone else. We're a team, right?"

"Of course," he murmurs. "And I will."

The night continues on, and after another hour I find myself nodding off. As we stand and talk, I lean

against James, depending on him to hold me up and not let me tumble to the ground. At one point my

eyes shut and stay shut, and James gently taps my back to wake me up. "The party is almost over,

why don't you head back and sleep," he says softly into my ear while the two men across from us

babble on.

"No, no, I can't go. It's my party," I mumble, forcing myself to lean off of him, showing him that I'm not

tired. "I can wait."

"I promise everyone is leaving in a few minutes. I'll meet you back at the house after I thank everyone

for coming."

"No," I protest, "I need to thank them, too."

I stand for five more minutes before I feel James move. Assuming he's walking to more people to start

the 'Thank You's,' I mindlessly trail along. "Can you take her home, Theodore? She's falling asleep."

Awake again, I quickly mutter, "I'm not. I'm going to say goodbye."

"Let's go," Theodore says and grabs my arm, leading me out like a grandmother. I give James a glare

and he smiles and I can't help but not glare because he's so charming.

"I'll be there in half an hour, okay?" James calls as we exit the building.

I obediently walk with Theodore, but I can't help but say, "I could have stayed. I'm fine. I didn't get much

sleep last night, but I can handle it for a few more minutes."

"We're already on the way," he says and I listen, beginning to look forward to my bed.

It's dark now, the sky blends with the tops of the trees, and I can hardly tell the two apart. My eyes don't

really watch the ground as I walk, but I don't stumble, and I'm sure it's because I'm busy dreaming of

sleep, and Theodore is doing all the work. He pulls me out of the way when something comes up on

the path, a tree root or stone that I'd be sure to trip over.

Thinking of myself laying in bed is easy when I've only slept for four hours in nearly two days. I was

nervous for the party before I had my battle with myself in the mirror, and the anxious thoughts came at

night. I laid beside James and enjoyed the feeling of it for the majority, finding a simple distraction in

him.