stubborn to accept the usurper back into the fold. She could help him as far as information and driving goes, but when it came to fighting the wererats she was going to be useless.
The morning rush kept her busy until close to noon. Residents on their way to work in Lawton usually dropped by to get coffee, a newspaper or a breakfast burrito for the drive. Paige never understood how they could stand living so far from work. She’d claw her eyes out if she had to drive that far every day.
After the morning rush things came to a screeching halt and she found herself leaned over the front counter trying to stay awake.
Old Benjamin Watkins was there as usual, mean mugging any young person that walked in and drinking his coffee while reading the newspaper. It was his Monday ritual; he was waiting in the parking lot before she could even get the store open. He would walk in, grumbling that she didn’t have the coffee ready and then tap his fingers loudly waiting for his cup. He never said thank you and then he’d slowly read the newspaper the rest of the morning, glaring at anyone who dared to be under the age of sixty. Finally around noon he’d leave without so much as a nod on his way out the door.
“I don’t know why we let him hang around,” she said to herself as he walked through the front door. “It’s going to be a long day.”
The rest of the day dragged just as badly, until it was time for kids to get out of school. Usually things picked up with the stay-at-home moms dropping in for a caffeine buzz before getting their children, or they came in after school to load their kids up on candy. Either way the hour when she’d actually have something to do was drawing near.
Just before school let out Travis came sauntering through the door, fully dressed and stone faced.
“No luck?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Nothing,” he said. “It’s like there are no wererats. I didn’t imagine it all did I?”
“I think I’ve seen a movie like this,” she said. “Maybe you’re schizophrenic and you actually killed your whole pack.”
Travis glared at her, not enjoying the joke.
“Sorry,” she squeaked out.
“Do you have anything to eat?” he asked.
“I have some burritos,” she said, pointing to the case at the front of the store.
“I’ll have five,” he said, making himself comfortable at one of the tables.
“Right away sir!” she said, mock saluting him. In truth she enjoyed waiting on her man; it made her feel like she was actually in a real relationship for once. Randy did everything himself; he always told Paige she didn’t do it right when she tried to help him. It didn’t matter what it was, even a blowjob, she was told she was terrible at it. She smiled thinking again of Travis breaking his bones. Luckily she hadn’t heard anything else, maybe he had returned to Lawton without pressing charges.
She walked over and dropped the burritos in front of Travis. When she turned to head back to the counter he slapped her ass and laughed. She spun around, giving him her best angry look.
“Not at work,” she said, trying not to laugh.
His expression changed to one of anger as he stared at her. It took Paige a moment to realize he wasn’t staring at her; he was staring right past her. She turned to see Dario standing inside the store, a determined look on his face.
“I need to talk to you, alpha,” he said.
“I am not your alpha,” Travis said, sitting back and crossing his arms. “You have no pack.”
“Please talk to me,” he pleaded, not budging from his spot.
Paige spun around, whispering intensely to Travis. “I’m not going to have you getting killed going at it alone. This is a new pack, you can redeem this wolf. He can be an ally against the wererats.”
Travis looked at her, turning her words over in his head before softening his expression. “Very well, let’s talk.”
Paige smiled and went back to the counter as the two wolves began to hash out
The morning rush kept her busy until close to noon. Residents on their way to work in Lawton usually dropped by to get coffee, a newspaper or a breakfast burrito for the drive. Paige never understood how they could stand living so far from work. She’d claw her eyes out if she had to drive that far every day.
After the morning rush things came to a screeching halt and she found herself leaned over the front counter trying to stay awake.
Old Benjamin Watkins was there as usual, mean mugging any young person that walked in and drinking his coffee while reading the newspaper. It was his Monday ritual; he was waiting in the parking lot before she could even get the store open. He would walk in, grumbling that she didn’t have the coffee ready and then tap his fingers loudly waiting for his cup. He never said thank you and then he’d slowly read the newspaper the rest of the morning, glaring at anyone who dared to be under the age of sixty. Finally around noon he’d leave without so much as a nod on his way out the door.
“I don’t know why we let him hang around,” she said to herself as he walked through the front door. “It’s going to be a long day.”
The rest of the day dragged just as badly, until it was time for kids to get out of school. Usually things picked up with the stay-at-home moms dropping in for a caffeine buzz before getting their children, or they came in after school to load their kids up on candy. Either way the hour when she’d actually have something to do was drawing near.
Just before school let out Travis came sauntering through the door, fully dressed and stone faced.
“No luck?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Nothing,” he said. “It’s like there are no wererats. I didn’t imagine it all did I?”
“I think I’ve seen a movie like this,” she said. “Maybe you’re schizophrenic and you actually killed your whole pack.”
Travis glared at her, not enjoying the joke.
“Sorry,” she squeaked out.
“Do you have anything to eat?” he asked.
“I have some burritos,” she said, pointing to the case at the front of the store.
“I’ll have five,” he said, making himself comfortable at one of the tables.
“Right away sir!” she said, mock saluting him. In truth she enjoyed waiting on her man; it made her feel like she was actually in a real relationship for once. Randy did everything himself; he always told Paige she didn’t do it right when she tried to help him. It didn’t matter what it was, even a blowjob, she was told she was terrible at it. She smiled thinking again of Travis breaking his bones. Luckily she hadn’t heard anything else, maybe he had returned to Lawton without pressing charges.
She walked over and dropped the burritos in front of Travis. When she turned to head back to the counter he slapped her ass and laughed. She spun around, giving him her best angry look.
“Not at work,” she said, trying not to laugh.
His expression changed to one of anger as he stared at her. It took Paige a moment to realize he wasn’t staring at her; he was staring right past her. She turned to see Dario standing inside the store, a determined look on his face.
“I need to talk to you, alpha,” he said.
“I am not your alpha,” Travis said, sitting back and crossing his arms. “You have no pack.”
“Please talk to me,” he pleaded, not budging from his spot.
Paige spun around, whispering intensely to Travis. “I’m not going to have you getting killed going at it alone. This is a new pack, you can redeem this wolf. He can be an ally against the wererats.”
Travis looked at her, turning her words over in his head before softening his expression. “Very well, let’s talk.”
Paige smiled and went back to the counter as the two wolves began to hash out
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