erotoropia. ludus. pragma. - Caroline Black-Swan - 2

He is Hidden

Sorry for the late post, yearbook is life right now. Warning! This chapter is unedited and not proofread! Much love! :p

"It smells like crap in here!" Corvin yelled, pinching his nose. 

"That would be the mysterious letter that reeks of vamp," I replied dryly. "Anyway, you're all here -not about the weird letter Peter- but because I'm heading back to Forks in a couple of hours to be cleared by a doc for my arm," I told the boys, lifting my slinged arm slightly.

"Corvin is coming with me-"

"Cause I'm her Beta losers!" Corvin cheered before being silenced by a glare from me. "Er- right, sorry."

"Gabe, you're in charge of Peter and Charles while I'm gone." I said, "Don't kill anyone," I added offhandedly. My pack left -Gabe to tutor Peter, Charles heading home to catch up on sleep, he'd had a night shift, and Corvin to pack. As I stuffed my duffel bag to the seams with a single hand, I wondered if I could possibly sneak into Forks, Washington without being noticed. I didn't want to know Sam's reactions when he found me walking around with another wolf, he would probably think I had abandoned the pack. But, I mean, he wasn't exactly wrong and that was the terrifying part.

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"How long is this going to take?" Corvin whined. I now understood the tedious task of entertaining the sixteen-year-old boy as Bella and Edward had to do on the plane when we visited Florida. My heterochromia eyes stared at him, daring Corvin to make one more peep on this extremely long bus ride. The pope's ring from the Volturi -or more accurately Aro- rested on my right hand's index finger, the non-broken hand. 

I was terrified of going back to Forks although it had only been two weeks. I had called Gabe several times in the past seven hours, asking for updates anxiously. Speaking of- I rattled around in my duffle bag, searching for the bottle that contained my anxiety pills. It had been so long since I had last taken these that I was slightly concerned I would accidentally overdose myself. 

But along with the bad came the good news. With the position of Alpha, it turned out I could hide certain thoughts from the pack mind link, offering me more privacy than the boys which was wonderful. However, with my broken arm, I hadn't been able to shift for fear of accidentally rebreaking it. Maybe when Carlisle was checking out my arm Alice could give my hair a trim. The black, straight locks continued getting longer than I could handle and constantly left in painful snarls that had me cursing in three separate languages.

"We're here!" shouted Corvin, shooting up from his seat and smacking his head on the short ceiling of the bus. He groaned, clutching his head as we filed off, complaining and cursing the bus as it drove off. As we both spun around, preparing for the long march out of the Reservation and to Forks we came face to face with Sam. I shrieked, throwing my duffel bag over my head, lunging to punch him while somehow simultaneously leaning backward, leaving me to look like a deranged tyrannosaurus rex.

I cleared my throat, attempting to regain composure as I glanced back up at my once-alpha. "Hey Sam," I said awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck. "How've you been?" I asked in a high-pitched voice, trailing off weirdly.

"Who's this?" he demanded, nodding toward Corvin. Here comes the bad news, no time like the present.

"Well, er, you see, IkindabecamealphaofthemexicanpacksomehowIthinktheytotallyguilttrippedmeandsothisismybeta, Corvin." I finished with a beaming smile, internally screaming and sobbing at what a socially awkward human 'bean' I had become. Sam took a moment to decipher my lightspeed speaking before he blinked. Once. Twice.