* FAMILY FIRST !

❝ is that the last cookie?! ❞

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. he’s exchanged a few words with her before, a little chit chat here and there, but had never fully committed to the conversation due to always being pulled away for pack business. however, it’s been quiet. fingers crossed it remains that way. slowing his car to a crawl, he leans out of the window and calls out, ❝ hey! need a ride? ❞

❝ i curse you with dishonour upon your burning bacon cow. ❞

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑. for a while, she understood that he needed his space. they all did. she could accept that, but hearing that he’s talking to scott and not her? it kind of hurts. with his father’s permission to enter, she ends up pushing his bedroom door open, a look of concern twisting her features as eyes fall on his frame. ❝ --- are you honestly never going to talk to me again? ❞

i love two (2) siblings

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. turns out, she’s right. being a werewolf may have given him great strength and stamina, but it unfortunately doesn’t come with elegance or grace. he’s still the clumsy awkward guy he was before he got turned, and he doubts that’s ever going to change. at least he can find the humour in it. ❝ should’ve read the instruction manual, ❞ he attempts to joke as lips slowly scrunch together. ❝ thanks for the help -- i’m never going to live this down, am i? ❞