Page 11 of Truth or Pack

Bea

WHAT?!?!?

Taryn

It was a long night, girl. Can I call you?

Bea

Yeah, I'm on a break.

I tapped the phone icon without hesitation, Bea answering on the first ring. My bestie was always down for gossip.

"Spill it," she demanded instead of offering a greeting.

I sighed before I started, "So, the pack my mother sent showed up last night. All three of them. And I recognized them.”

"No," she gasped. “Who were they? Another fancy pack to win her over instead of you?”

"They were the assholes that made my life hell in college," I said to her. “Well, them and their girlfriends at the time. I’m shocked they didn’t marry those witches.”

"What did you do?" she questioned.

I side stepped a hole in the wet grass before I answered.

"Slammed the door in their faces." A grin took over at the memory. Their shock was priceless, even if I was too angry to appreciate it then.

"Shut up, you did not," she gasped, barking out a laugh at their expense. “That’s my girl.”

"I did, but I caved and let them in when a tree took out our cars," I admitted. “The storm was terrible and I’m not a monster.”

"Your car is trashed on top of it all? Wait, where did they sleep?" she asked. The gasp was begging for more details. My friend was a shameless gossip.

"Not with me. I gave them the first floor and I took the second.”

"And they stayed there?" Bea asked.

"Yes. Now I'm walking to town for coffee, books, and groceries," I said. Really, we both knew it was pure avoidance.

"None of them came with you?" Bea scoffed. “What dicks.”

As I stepped off the path and onto the sidewalk, the sound of the town came rushing in. Tires on wet streets because, apparently, the town had better drainage than the lakeside roads. People were chatting on the sidewalks and the bell over the coffee shop dinged, reminding me of my first mission.

I could practically taste the coffee already.

“Taryn?” Bea asked, impatient to get answers while I was distracted.

"Holt tried to follow, but he was an ass and I put him in his place and walked alone to town.” I purposefully left out the part where I angry cried and ran like a coward.

"Are you in the town now? I can hear people in the background," Bea said.

"Yes, made it and only checked the map on my phone once. Score one for Tayrn," I joked.

Bea laughed at that. "Get some pictures of the assholes. I want to see what your mother sent you."

"I'll try to get some. If they are even still there when I get back. I'm going to try and stay in town for a few hours. Just the sight of them makes my blood boil," I said with a huff. All those old feelings I thought I suppressed were coming back. Maybe it was because my body recognized them as scent matches and my mind revolted, so I was literally at war with myself.

If we are matches now, we were back then as well, meaning even if we didn’t know it, their opinion still mattered to my omega on some level.

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