Trash Treasure
Walfies ved milkshakes start our day
This isn’t your greasy breakfast joint. It’s hipster chic.waiters with wiry beards and soft firman has serve. Wearing their beanies, tattoos that travel the length of their arms, plugs in ears. Pants that sag slightly in the ass. The background music is indie, playing songs I have never heard of, but the hipsters, they are all forming along to the times.
My fork crunches through the top cost of the golden waffle, digging into the soft fleshy middle, Tondered a vanilla fried waffle, with cinnamon and maple poached apples, topped with coffee whipped cream. Eclose my eyes slightly with every bite
The recent vanilla chal milkshake is so thick I feel like I should use a spoon to eat it instead of trying to suck it through the straw. My cheeks pull in with the effort. Dallas is wide–eyed watching me, a flush creeping on his face, his hands going underneath the table.
Rya, can I ask you a quesnon? Sure.” Isip my shake again.
“Have you dated many wolves or humans?” I choke on the thick lipid in my mouth.
, Dallas, this is actually my first date. Does this count as a date?” He smiles at me. “You haven’t been on a dare before?”
“No.” I shake my head, not meeting his eyes. “Really?” He’s surprised.
“Dallas, you were the first male that I have ever kissed.” My confession makes me tum that shade of red I was drinking lest night. He stills in his seat, be breath in, and a big breath ed.
Kimberly and a few other juvenile fernalesIdon’t knowsit down just a few tables away. Ismile toward them; they are the only other wolves in this human place. Out of the comer al my eye, I notice their heads tilted up, scenting the air. They all look at each other, leaning in, soft whispers. Phones come out, fast fingers spreading the news like wildfire through a forest deep in a drought. They remind me so much of my youth, the cool girls the untouchables… the ones who could make your highschool years miserable or bearable. They have no power over me anymore. I’m a full–grown female, not an impressible juvenile that just wanted to fit in
Kimberly holds my eyes, a judgment behind them, as if I am in the wrong, as if they just caught me cheating on my
mymate. She must feel all puffed up by her friends, who surround her with confidence. I hold those eyes of hers until her confidence fails her, and she looks away with her tail curled under.
Dallas takes my milkshake away, sucking it back using the same straw I just had my lips on He smiles with his teeth, showcasing them to the females. They get all big eyed, shoulders huiching forward. It’s not a threat, it’s just meant to say, “I see what you’redoing, and don’t like it.”
Curiously enough, some more pack members start to arme, gawking at the sight in front of them until more wolves than humans populate the place.
The alpha sounters in with his two betas in tow…big males with scowls on their faces Esee Dallas prickle up–slightly. Tense muscles twitch in his jaw, and he leans back in the booth, legs spread wide, with a wickedly sexy smile on his face.
The males approach our tables, mouths open with the breaths they are taking. Quiet settles in, the hushed voices only creating a deeper quiet. Eke it’s waiting for something to break it
The three are standing shoulder to shoulder, almost touching One is Kennedy’s father, the Alpha’s best friend, raised together like brothers. Dallas looks up to all three of them, meeting each of their eyes. I’m holding my breath, waiting for that silence to break
The Alpha’s fingers tap on the table before he leans in close to Dallas’s ear. “Do you understand what you’redoing?”
“Perfectly “It’s Dallas’s turn to lean into the Alpha. “Rya” His focus is on me now,
“Why don’t we set up a meeting think we should have a sit–down and discuss some things that are important to the pock’s future.” His head is turned to the rest of the wolves in the room. It’s as if I have already decided I would meet with him.
“You’re right. Ido need to discuss some stuff with you. I applied for a transfer our of this pack, but the Lana won’t allow it. I expect that you can have a talk with her, let her know that it’s my choice that I choose to leave. She might not like my choice, but it’s mine to make.” His hands are off the table
“We don’t have a replacement for you” He just walks away from me. The conversation is shutdown. Taking a seat close to the door, they order bovaldast while the wolves look on
“You want a transder out?” “Idid.” He saniles.
“You did?” His eyebrows shoot up in quas
estion. Cutting into his waffle, he takes a bite, leaving a little on the fork before putting it up to my lips to finish
“I have ran years left on this contract. After that, I got to go wherever I want. Maybe I could go home” He’s looking as if big decisions are resting on his shoulders. “Maybe you could come with me it things work our?” I take the bite from his fork, the food he’s offering me in front of the watching erpes of pack members. I hear some mumbling growls from the wolves eating breakfast around us. Not very food, it’s on the lower level of the hearing spectrum, but loudmough for them to sound their displeasure.
