I give a so-so wave.
He thinks for a moment. "Things are quite literally going to crap and we need to focus on making sure the town doesn't fall apart."
"But more importantly," Axel says. "We don't want to school you."
"School me?" I ask.
Aiden nods. "If we show you around town and tell you what to think of it, that doesn't give you the opportunity to see it for yourself and form your own interpretation. We're not your teachers and were not your parents."
Axel cuts in quickly. "We're your mates," he smiles.
Aiden opens his mouth.
Axel cuts him off. "All of us." He looks at both of his brothers. He waits for a response.
Carson nods after a while. "All of us."
They both look at Aiden. He says nothing.
"Aiden?"
He sighs, he looks at all of us with a dry expression. "...All of us."
Axel sighs, relieved. I double take at him. Did he not believe he'd say that?
Axel smiles at me and says, "I'll--"
Carson and Aiden snap their heads in his direction. Carson growls, "What happened to we?"
Axel says something under his breath, trying to keep his smile. "We'll be here if you need help, but this part should be on your own."
"We can't spoon feed you is what he's trying to say," Aiden adds.
"Alright," I cut off before this turns into another dying speech. "So if you guys aren't showing me around, who is?"
"Our betas."
My eyes widen. I imagine Onai showing me around town. Wrong, wrong. No response for hours. Harsh glare in my direction.
Oh god no.
I look at Axel apprehensively, then shift my eyes to Aiden. Ethel is cool but, it's not like I exactly know him like that. I'm kind of surprised they're willing to just let me run around town with another man.
"What's wrong?"
Krys keeps going. "Lord knows we need these people lookin' fine. If nothing else, we'll die in style."
Brittany smacks her forehead. "I don't think that's what the expression means."
I try to tune them out to respond to all of Michael's texts about my whereabouts. I already text Mom and Dad that I'll be out, but it doesn't really count as a warning because I know they're not by their phones right now (I'll get it when I get home).
Michael on the other hand is, and boy is he using it.
It took over 30 minutes to convince him the leave the school without me and now he's trying to come back before, and I quote, our parents quite literally kill him.
We make it to the gym and Brittany was right, it's even livelier after hours than during school. It's packed, and the sports equipment is gone. It's straight boot camp style in here.
A group of people hurtling down the track come our way. I try to bolt, but Brittany holds me still. They turn seamlessly around us and back in line on the other side.
I watch them like a crashing wave around a rock. I'm reminded of World War Z and the zombies running around the infected. I'm almost tempted to go try that out again, but I decide against it.
Brittany doesn't give me an option. "This way."
I follow her through the gym.
She points to people doing all manners of physical activity. Jumps. Crawls. Runs, and some things I can't even describe. "We train our human forms as intensely as our wolf ones. Every member of the pack is expected to have a certain level of capability, but to be in the labor and defense division," she looks at me with crazy eyes. "You have to be the best of the best, and these are just the first years."
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