And Then There Were Four

Pollux.

After the fallout with Cassie the day before, I made sure to steer clear of my parent's watchful eyes. From what I heard, Cassie had been grounded to the pack house, and not allowed to attend school and that was the last thing I wanted to happen to me. I had an image to uphold as the future Alpha of this pack.

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Heading downstairs, I made my way towards the kitchen just in time to spot my mother taking muffins from the pan and placing them on a plate. Her blue eyes met mine, and as they did, she smiled at me. "Good morning, my sweet boy." "Morning, Mom. Where's Hale at? I was supposed to see him before I left this morning."

"Oh, he actually left fifteen minutes ago." She frowned as she wiped off her hands and set the towel on the counter. The house smelt of freshly baked bread, and I knew something was up because the only time mom baked was when she was stressed out. "He left? That's weird," I muttered as I shrugged my shoulders. "No worries, just tell him I'll talk to him after school. I don't want to be late."

Kissing her cheek, I stuffed a muffin into my mouth and grabbed my truck keys. With only a few days left in the school year, I was looking forward to spending the last few days with the boys on the football team, even if I couldn't play anymore.

The moment I walked outside, the cool air from spring hit my face, causing me to smile, my feet crunching across the gravel as I walked towards my truck. Only a few more days were left and though I was looking to the quickly ending year so I could begin my training, the last thing I expected when I turned the corner towards the garage was to see three flat tires on my truck.

"What the fuck!" I screamed loudly as I quickly ran towards my truck, running around admiring only three of the tires had actually been slashed and one had been left untouched.

The scream that left my throat

caused my brother Dillon to come

running from out the front door. He usually caught the bus to school, but he hadn't been feeling well the last few days and so mom had let him skip. More than likely trying to play hooky because he didn't want to take his final exams.

"What's wrong? Why are you screaming?" he said with a panic expression that turned to shock as his eyes laid upon the completely flat tires of my truck. "Who the fuck did this?" I roared in anger. "Who in the hell slashed my tires?"

With all the commotion and yelling I was doing, it attracted the attention of my mother and even my father Talon, who came running from the woods. As his eyes landed upon what had seen, his expression turned to one of anger.

"What in the hell happened to your truck? Did you run over something?"

I stared at him in disbelief, in shock. Did he honestly think I ran over something and it only popped three of the tires? "Seriously. Only crazy bitches slash three tires."

My mother, who stood next to me with her arms crossed over her chest, furrowed her brows in confusion at my comment. "What are you talking about? Why would a girl only slash three in all four?" "Because the insurance won't cover it if only three of the tires have been slashed."

It was Cassie's voice which triggered me, and instantly I realized she must have had something to do with what happened. Turning around to face her, I watched as she stood leaning against the side of the house with her arms crossed over her chest in nothing but a tank top and shorts, with her hair a complete disarray.

Of course, she would have been the one to do it.