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The rest of the week went by faster than I thought it would. After the fight with Vorn, everyone wanted to find out how I did it, and I kept that secret to myself, as did Sawyer. The girls didn’t care how I did it but were even more nagging about wanting to be with me. So there I was, holed up in my room, trying to keep away from the un-mated females.
I sat on my bed, waiting for Sawyer to finish getting ready so we could go. We had to let Sawyer’s dad know that we would be leaving the territory since I was not from the pack and just a guest. Beta Adam still didn’t grasp where our adventure happened to be taking us. Luckily, the wolf who would be doing the tats was from another pack. Leaning back on the bed, my hand clasped behind my head, I closed my eyes, about ready to say fuck it and not go.
That’s when my door burst open and slammed shut. I swiftly sat up, ready for anything that had come into my room. Amora stood there, her back to my door, laughing, as whoever was on the other side of it banged on the wooden structure. Tilting my head, I raised one of my eyebrows at her. “What did you do this time?”
She grinned at me as she approached, her eyes gleaming with playfulness. The only thing I could think she had done was piss another wolf off. “Well, I could’ve intentionally poured cold water over one of the younger warriors.”
I shook my head as the banging continued on my door; it seemed this wolf did not realize this happened to not be her room but mine. I got up, walked past her, and jerked the door open. He was about to swing his fist again when he realized the door was no longer closed, and I stood there in the doorway. When he saw me, he stumbled backward, stammering. “Sorry, Nolen, I thought this was Amora’s room. I didn’t know she ran into yours.”
“Get out of here; you’re getting the fucking floors wet. I’d hate for someone to actually do something to you other than pour water on you.” Sarge’s alpha voice seeping through into mine. I had never wanted to use this with any other wolf, but he had pissed me off by banging on my door. He had his wolf; he could have used his nose to realize that it wasn’t her room but mine.
The male ran off back down the stairs, slipping in a few of the wet spots. Amora laughed hysterically behind me, and as I turned saw she was doubled over on my bed. She continued to laugh as she gasped for breath. “Oh, My Goddess! That was hilarious! He was soo fucking scared!”
“Amora, these pranks are going to get you into trouble one day.” She splayed out on my bed, her arms above her head, grabbing hold of my pillow and laying her head on it. Amora grinned at me, a little of the skin on her stomach showing. I faintly heard a door shut, but her captivating eyes held mine at that moment, and I had completely forgotten I was waiting on Sawyer to come out of his room.
The footsteps in the hall brought me back to reality, especially when I got a whiff of Sawyer making his way to my room. My heart raced as I pulled my gaze from hers and glanced over my shoulder to see how far away he was. Turning my eye on her again, I motioned for her to sit up as I quietly shut the door. “You need to sit up. Your brother is almost to my room, and if he sees you like that on my bed, he will flip his shit.”
Amora seemed to have been in the same stupor as I was in moments before. She scampered to a sitting position as Sawyer made it to my room, and I figured he would still probably question why she was sitting on my bed. The knock on my door let me know he was there, my heart raced faster in my chest, and I figured he would be able to hear it even without his wolf.
“Hey, man, you ready to go? We have to be there in about an hour.”
I turned and walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to keep his eyes from his sister in my room. “Yep. I’ve been ready, prima donna.”
Amora got up, and that’s when he gave me one of those looks he gave the other unmated males in the pack before glancing back to his sister. Confusion sat on his face as he tried to put two and two together. “Why are you in Nolen’s room?”
“Because I pulled a prank on Frankie, and he chased me up here. Instead of going to my room, which was further down the hall, I ran in here because I knew brother Nolen would protect me.” Her head swung back and forth with one of her eyebrows cocked, her hands planted on her hips. I breathed an internal sigh of relief, even though nothing had been going on with us other than that moment our eyes had connected.
Sawyer rolled his eyes and walked away, I glanced back at her, and she gave me a wink. I chuckled and walked out of my room, following Sawyer down the stairs. Some of the pack were now up and going about their business. They all bowed their heads as we passed them; we walked out and got into one of the cars sitting in the front.
In all the years I had been here, I had never been off the pack grounds. We pulled through the modest little town beside the territory. The trees that lined the one-lane street were giant compared to the newer cities that we had passed. The buildings appeared as if they had been here for centuries. Sawyer pulled up to a small, newer building, neon signs in the window. He killed the engine, and we got out of the car. As we walked up to the front door, I spotted a few older guys sitting on a patio playing chess. Sarge paced in my mind, and I couldn’t figure out why.
We walked in, and a petite she-wolf behind the counter glanced up. Her face brightened when she spotted us; Sawyer walked up with a smile and gave her a wink. The smell inside the establishment floated over to me; leather and rain evaporated from a diffuser somewhere.
She blushed as she stood up to walk out from behind her workspace, her chocolate brown eyes roaming Sawyer and then myself. “So, you two must be the ones wanting a tattoo. Brandon is in the back. I’ll go find him for you.”
We both nodded to her, and she strolled to the back of the building. Sawyer and I started to look around at all the artwork on the walls. I was looking at one that showed a moon and two wolves howling at it when they came back through the door. He cleared his throat, bringing my full attention to him. “So, what are you thinking on getting and where?”
I turned to him; his dark brown eyes never wavered from mine. The she-wolf who had gone to find him sat back down behind the counter, working on something in front of her. He was my height, if not a little taller; I pulled off my shirt to show him where I wanted the tattoo. “I want something that can cover this and another one to cover this one on my forearm.”
He examined both spots before he motioned for Sawyer and me to follow him. We all walked to the back to where a chair and a stool sat. He had all types of inks lining his shelves and ink guns on the counter. Brandon opened drawers pulling out unopened needles; he glanced over his shoulder, nodding his head to the chair.
I walked over to the chair as Sawyer stood behind me. Brandon sat down on the stool, pulled a metal tray over to us, and placed inks and the unopened packages on the metal surface. “So, I was working on this idea for a big piece, but no one needed something like it. Would you be interested? It has a couple of wolves in front of a new moon with a compass in the moon; what do you think?”
I thought it over a moment before Sarge pushed an image into my mind. I liked his idea and decided to see what Brandon thought. “What about the new moon and compass but with a head of a wolf shaded like a yin and yang symbol.”
“I like your imagination.” Nodding, he got to work. I had shaved whatever hair that grew on my chest the night before so he wouldn’t have to dry shave me. I laid my head back and felt the needle pierce my skin; it didn’t hurt as bad as I had thought it would. He drew the image freehand with the tattoo gun.
A few hours later, Brandon had the image permanently on my chest; the scar beneath it was hardly visible. I could not have been happier with the portrait he had etched into my skin. I peeked down at the wings running up my forearm; the blue eyes of a wolf were the first thing I saw. I was proud of both tattoos that Brandon had placed on me. Especially the one drawn for Archer.
Sawyer sat in the chair now, getting Goddess knows what. I continued to gaze at the perfect artwork on my body, and I wondered what Amora would think about them. I chuckled; she always seemed to come into my mind at the most random times.
“What are you over there laughing about?” Sawyer walked up behind me; his new tattoo ran across his chest. The wolf’s entire body stretched across his pecks as a ghost of a human ran with him. The ever-changing moon curved above them.
Turning to him, I shook my head. I didn’t want him to know that his sister had been on my mind since that morning. He would probably kill me, best friend or not; she was still his little sister. Brandon was cleaning up his workstation, the smell of ink and blood in the room was quickly being removed with disinfectant.
Brandon wrapped the new ink with plastic wrap, and we both walked back upfront with him. Sawyer pulled out his credit card and paid for the work, and I pulled my shirt back on as we got back into the car. The old men were gone from the other patio when we left, which was not abnormal since we had been in the building for quite some time.
Sawyer will be hurting come training day, Sarge told me with a laugh, his tail beating against the ground. If he was ever in a room, that tail would definitely cause some damage.
