Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 15

"So, where do you guys usually start?" Wolfie asked me.

Happy is to my right, also waiting for my response.

"We usually call everyone to the courtyard and set up stations for the blood types for everyone to get their portion," I tell them.

Wolfie turns away from me to look out at the territory. "Yeah, that's not happening."

I glare at him, "and why not? Afraid you wouldn't be able to control everybody?" I challenged.

"Well, your house clearly isn't very good at following orders," he glares back at me, "so I don't see the need to take the risk. We'll go house to house again, like we did for the introductions."

"That'll take all day," I protested. "Their feeding has already been delayed and they won't even be getting a full portion as it is. There's no reason to delay even more just because you're not confident in you and your warriors' abilities," I glare again.

He looked back at me, "We're either doing it my way or no way. Take your pick," he stood there with a hard look and arms crossed.

I sighed and shook my head, not wanting to make the wait any longer, "whatever, let's just get going."

He nodded in satisfaction and followed me to the truck.

  On a different note, I don't look like I just crawled out of bed today.

I'm no longer in the sweats and T-shirt I was wearing yesterday, but jeans and yet another T-shirt. Though, this one has "come to the dark side, we have cookies" written on it in white font.

I wonder if they look at these before they pull them out of my closet.

  I have my hair up in a ponytail because, it's in desperate need of a wash. I'll have to annoy Wolfie about that later. He hasn't even thought to let me shower.

Anyway, it's a sunnier day today and I can already feel myself getting a bit of a sun burn, so maybe it's not so bad we don't have to get everyone outside.

Though, they could just throw on some sunscreen and be fine. I don't have access to my room, so I'm kinda stuck.

"We're visiting the jails today, right?" I asked over my shoulder, once I finished my train of thought.

Yesterday when I was introducing everyone, we didn't go to the jails, for obvious reasons.

"Didn't you say something about a shortage?" He asked me, coming to my side.

I nodded in reply.

"Then if we don't have enough, they'll be the ones not getting anything," Wolfie explained, looking back forward.

  I frowned, "c'mon, that's not necessary. I'm sure it'll work out so that won't have to happen."

  "I don't know, the more I think about it, the more I lean towards not doing it at all," he informed.

  "Well then stop thinking about it!" I scolded him.

  I heard happy let out a small breath of laughter.

   Wolfie just looked at me, unamused. "They need to learn fighting us has consequences," he replied, ignoring my protests.

  "Oh c'mon, haven't you ever heard of second chances? And it's not like you can blame them. What would you have done in their position?" I looked at him with a brow raised and arms crossed.

  He stayed quiet.

  "Whatever, if we run out, we run out. It's too bad for them," he said with finality.

I sighed, yet again.

  Ugh.

  I go through all this trouble to make sure everyone gets a share, and he comes in and stomps all over it.

  How rude.

  Yes, I thought that in Machelle Tanner's voice. How could I not?

  We got to the truck.

  "So, how do you plan on making this work? Do we just go around the neighborhood like the freaking ice cream man?" I crossed my arms.

  He turned his head to me. "That's not a half bad idea," he stated with a thoughtful expression.

  I rolled my eyes.

  "After you," he gave me a fake smile and opened the back doors, since the front is going to be occupied by the two dumb dumbs.

  I climbed in, somewhat begrudgingly, annoyed with everything he does. Especially when he puts his hand on my back to help me up the big step(not that I can't do it myself). I hate myself so much for enjoying the warmth that radiates through me from that spot.

Something I could definitely get used to, h3ll, addicted to, given enough time.

  Once I'm in the van, the doors are slammed shut behind me — something he seems to have gotten very good at — and the warmth slips away.

I sigh and prepare to take the lead in this whole thing. Usually, I have people helping me and keeping track of proportions and blood types and countless other things that come with doing this. But now it's just me.

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  Finally!

  We are FINALLY done distributing blood from house to house. The sun is already setting and we still have to go to the jails. My brain is fried.

We have some blood remaining for the people there, not nearly enough, but it's something.

  The guards standing by the door stood aside when they saw their alpha and beta heading for the entrance of our lockup building. They eyed me suspiciously but turned their attention back the the front when we were fully passed them and inside, not giving us any trouble.

Obviously.

Because they're their leaders.

Stupid.

  I walked behind Wolfie and ahead of Happy, smelling around for anyone inside. It was kind of hard because, every sent had a hint of dog mixed in.

  But the familiar smell of my house was particularly strong down one hallway, and a second after I picked it up, they started ushering me down it.

We walked down the long corridor, the familiar scents practically engulfing me by the end of it.