Chapter 3: BACKLASH FROM THE DINNER
I walked back to the living room to clear the table, picked up the whiskey bottle and put it back in the cabinet. The glassed that we used, I dumped them in the kitchen sink as I picked up the coat and tie, heading to my room.
After a shower and a change of clothes, I slipped under the covers and I struggled to sleep. My wolf was restless, and I went for a run in the backwoods that surrounded the Freki mansion.
It was quite a beautiful, starry night. The skies were clear as the cold picked in and the light from the Mansion disappeared as I ran deeper into the woods. An hour into the woods, I came up to the end of the lake and breathed in the mountain air. My wolf sighed, and I felt the calm return in my mind.
No one in the Golden pack had seen my wolf except for Zeeb.
"The strong Alpha scent makes me happy, "My wolf whined.
"You are being naughty Freki," I laughed through our mind link.
Freki was the name of my white wolf. Large than most wolves, he stood taller than a horse and his naughty nature saved my ass a lot of times.
"Lucian, we need him. Don’t delay it," He commanded.
I ran until I came to the secluded area, hidden by the caves, and lay down. I decided to rest for a while in my wolf form and I closed my eyes as fatigue took over. Hours later, I returned to the mansion, at dawn and the noise I made while closing the pation door must have disturbed Zeeb. He walked out of the room and then gasped, "Jesus, Lucian, put some clothes on."
"This is my home Zeeb," I stated as my feet padded on the wooden floor as I made my way to the bedroom.
"Arrogant asshole," Zeeb yelled, and I heard in the kitchen opening cabinets and I knew he was rampaging the place to find food. I stood in the shower for ten minutes, dressed, and rushed to the kitchen before Zeeb made a mess out of it. "Move away from the cooker Zeeb before you burn the house down," I yelled from the door and his hearty laughter was so loud it echoed in the kitchen.