"No, one fucking clan wanted to overthrow the Blood Moon Clan and they tried to make a mess out of the alliance the King and Nora offered."
"What happened to them?" I ask.
Ben hesitates, but eventually, he grabs his beer and shrugs.
"They were killed."
He gulps down his beer.
What the hell...? Did they kill one whole pack that didn't agree with them? I shudder. Is that how things are done in the werewolf world? If you don't agree with them, you're killed? And he said that Luna was possibly the nicest one...? Or is it because they like her so much, their judgment is clouded? It sounds like she came out of nowhere, became the King's lover, and suddenly everyone loved her. I don't really get it. I thought they liked her because she was a mother figure to their pack, but now, I wonder if werewolves don't value strength and their Royal Blood more. I'm a bit confused...
Selena had that strange blood too. The Royals...
I keep thinking about it while we watch some dark fantasy show about a mutant guy who fights monsters. I don't really grasp the story, but I think Ben just enjoys the action scenes, and Kelsi is into the magic stuff that happens to the lead female character. I'm half asleep in my seat, and petting my cat doesn't help me fight the drowsiness. Spark is already sleeping like a regular, content cat.
"Oh, shit, Ben!"
I open my eyes, a bit surprised as I was almost asleep. I missed the action, but Kelsi's pajamas are covered in beer, and Ben's sorry expression pretty much sums it up.
"Seriously, can't you just enjoy it quietly!" she yells while walking to the bathroom.
"Sorry... Wait, I'll grab a towel!"
While Ben runs to the kitchen, I sigh and wonder if I should get up to help. Still, Spark is happily sleeping and I don't feel like waking him up, he's had some action today.
In any case, I think they are pretty fine with yelling at each other and arguing from both sides of the apartment while I pretend I'm still dozing off. They really fight like cats and dogs... I wait until they are done. I've given up on understanding the show, dead people are back in the next scene and I'm completely lost with their crazy timeline. I sigh and caress Spark again, who immediately purrs loudly.
"Mara, can you pause it, I'm coming! Damn it, Ben, that's my favorite one!"
"Sorry... Do you want a T-shirt?"
"No, I–hey, stay out of my bedroom! Pervert!"
"Ow! Don't throw your stupid plushies at me, you crazy woman!"
"You're the stupid one! Go and fetch, you better bring them back!"
"I am not a freaking dog!"
I chuckle and lean over to grab the remote. Crap, they had to put it just far enough away that I have to contort myself to grab it! Just as I'm leaning over, I feel Kelsi's phone vibrate with a notification. I frown, and after a hesitation, I look over. It vibrates a second time, keeping the screen on for a couple more seconds. Three texts from... Amy Garnett?
I glance back, but they are still arguing. I grab Kelsi's phone to try and read it. Crap, it's still locked. I slide down to at least see the latest text, even if it's just a bit of it...
"I talked to Selena. Just let me know what time she goes. I want Clarissa to..."
...What the hell? I put it back down. Why the hell is Kelsi texting my sister? I don’t even get to talk to her! Plus, Kelsi? Why Kelsi? Is she working for my sister? I thought she was my friend, but... what if she isn't, what if she's just working for Amy and keeping an eye on me?
I hear them coming back, and drop the phone on the table, standing up to grab my bottle of beer and drink it down. Ben and Kelsi return and both stand there. They watch me empty my beer in one go with wide-open eyes. When I'm done and I put it back on the table, Ben chuckles nervously.
"Wha-... You were thirsty. You want a second one...?"
"I'm good," I say, getting up. "I think I'm going to go to bed, actually. Kelsi..."
"Yes?"
I stare at her, a bit lost. Crap, I feel like I'm not seeing the same person as I was before. It's still the same Kelsi, but now, I wonder if she's really my friend, or if she is just another spy sent to watch me.
Is any of this even real? Is this really my flat? Has anything I've been told until now been the truth in any way?
