VIOLETS POV Mom stared at me, possibly too angry to speak. Her aura was growing by the second; I was surprised I hadnât felt it coming in. I decided to break the silence. I opened my mouth to speak, but she held up her hand. I closed it and waited. Finally, she spoke, her voice like ice.
âWhere. Have. You. Been?â She said each word distinctly, gritting them out between her teeth.
âUhm⦠out.â I muttered. She raised her eyebrows. âOut with some friends.â I clarified.
âDo you have any idea what time it is?â
âUh⦠midnight?â I guessed. It had been close to then when I checked last.
âMidnight. And you were out. With friends.â She blinked for the first time. âAnd drinking?â
There was no point in lying. âA little.â
âAnd?â
âAnd what?â
âAnd what else?â
âAnd nothing else.â I c****d an eyebrow at her.
âViolet.â She looked away, her eyes scanning over the walls of my room. âDonât lie to me.â
âIâm not. What else do you think I was doing Mom?â
âYou were out with Dylan?â
âYes.â I admitted.
She gave me that look, the same look she gave me everytime Dylan was around. I caught on to what she was implying and cringed.
âGoddess Mom, I didnât do anything with Dylan! I didnât do anything with anybody!â
âYou snuck out, again, you were drinking, and you were with a boy. What am I supposed to think?â
âI was with friends, not just Dylan. You have to stop assuming him and I are a thing!â
âWhere were you, exactly?â She asked.
âI was⦠out.â Smooth.
âYes, but where?â
I sighed. âI went to a party, okay?â I crossed the room and flopped onto my beanie bag chair.
She stared at me. âWhoâs party?â
âSomeone from school Mom.â
âDrop the attitude Violet.â She stood up, pacing in front of me. âDo you have any idea how worried I was? Youâre lucky I didnât wake your Dad. He would have sent people out to find you!â
I shuddered, because I knew she was right.
âThis has to stop.â She continued. âWe canât keep doing this! We set certain rules for you to follow, and you just canât seem to follow them! Why? Why is it so important to disobey us? To make us worry about you?â
âI wasnât trying to worry you. I just wanted to have some fun.â I said.
âYouâll be eighteen in two weeks. Itâs time to start acting like an adult Violet.â
My anger was burning. I threw her an icy glare. âMaybe if you didnât keep me locked up in here, I wouldnât feel the need to sneak out.â
She met my tone. âI donât keep you locked up. You can go anywhere you want.â
I scoffed loudly. âRight! As long as I tell you three days in advance, give you everyones contact information, a GPS location, and take one of Aunt Clara stupid locater pendants! You want me to act like an adult, yet you treat me like a child!â I practically yelled.
âThere are things out there that are worse than rogues Violet! I make you carry those pendants so we can always find you!â
âWhy not just lock me in the dungeon Mom? At least I canât climb out the window there!â
âUgh!â She sat heavily on the bed, her head in her hands. A wave of guilt washed threw me. I knew I wasnât an easy child; I never had been. At the same time, I felt like I had a valid point. Growing up, Mom and Dad would occasionally leave the pack for business, leaving us in the care of our grandparents. My friends talked endlessly about trips theyâd taken, places theyâd been. Me? To this day, Iâd never been outside the pack. Not even to Uncle Killians pack, which was practically merged with ours. What stung more was Garrett had. Because he was taking over as Alpha someday, he had top learn the ins and outs of the job and title. But I couldnât go to one freaking party? How was that fair?
As if heâd heard y thoughts, my door opened and my brother poked his head in, looking between Mom and myself.
âWhatâs going on?â He asked.
âNone of your business.â I snapped. His mouth pressed into a thin line at my tone. He took in my clothes and my shoes and our mother still on my bed.
âYou snuck out again, didnât you?â
âAgain, not your business.â
âWhy do you have to be such a b***h?â
âWhy do you have to be so nosey?â I threw back.
âEnough!â Moms aura washed over us, effectively shutting us up. âGarrett, donât call your sister names. Violet-â She raised her head to look at me, â- Is there even a point in grounding you?â
I shrugged, not answering. Mom sighed.
âFine. Iâll talk to your Dad in the morning about this.â
âGreat.â I replied sarcastically. Shaking her head, she ushered my brother out the door and left. I kicked off my shoes and checked my phone. Three missed calls from Dylan, and eight texts. I scrolled through them quickly, not really reading them before shutting it off. I wasnât in the mood to talk to anyone now. I stood up and stripped out of my clothes before going to my bathroom and turning on the shower. I washed quickly, removing what little make-up I had on and trying to release some of the tension in my body.
After stepping out and drying, I threw on whatever pajamas my hands touched in my dresser and crawled into bed, turning off the light.
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I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I rolled over lazily, calling that it was open. When my Dad walked in, I simply lay in bed and stared at him.
âHave you come to haul me away for my punishment?â I asked.
âBreakfast in ready.â And he shut the door. I got up and made my way to the bathroom. Apparently, this morning wasnât going to be any better than last night.
After I was presentable, I joined my family in the dining room. The room was converted from a bedroom on our floor, because Mom wanted a place to have family dinners other than in the cafeteria. I took my seat at the table and started to fill my plate with bacon, eggs, pancakes and hashbrowns. Garrett eyed me over the table, but I ignored him. Mom was sitting in her chair, sipping her morning coffee while Dad turned off the stove. I forked a piece of pancake into my mouth as he sat down; Mom put down her cup and Garrett leaned back in his chair. Everyone stared at me.
âJust get it over with.â I said around another bite.
âYou know youâre in trouble.â Dad said.
âObviously.â I retorted.
âBut weâre not grounding you.â
My fork stopped halfway to my mouth. I looked between the three of them.
âLast night I asked you why you refuse to follow the rules weâve set down for you. I want an answer.â Mom said.
I looked at her, and told her the truth. âBecause itâs not fair.â
âWhat isnât fair?â Dad asked.
I set down my fork. âYou guys donât let me have a life. Garrett can do anything he wants, and you never say anything. I canât even hang out with my friends without a list of requirements beforehand. You let him leave the pack, but somehow itâs too dangerous for me. I feel like you guys donât trust me. You want me to be an adult, but you donât let me experience what adulthood is like.â I shrugged. âItâs just easier to do things my way, and faces the consequences later.â
Mom and Dad looked at each other, their eyes glazing over as they mind-linked. Garrett was looking at his plate, his brow furrowed. His red hair was messy from sleep. Even though we were twins, we honestly werenât that much alike. Our looks, obviously, but our attitudes as well. Garrett was adamant on following the rules. He always had been. He avoided trouble where he could, rarely ever getting into fights, and he studied hard at school. He was also introverted, preferring to keep to himself. I had no doubt he would make a great Alpha someday.
Not that I didnât try. I did well in school. I enjoyed a good book too. But unlike Garrett, who was content to stay in B***d Moon, I wanted to see everything I could. I had a wild side, an adventurous side. I was opinionated, probably a little too much at times. I didnât mind trouble, and didnât go out of my way to find it, but Iâd been suspended from school a few times for starting fights. For good reasons, I thought; Like when Sarah was bullying a girl in my math class. Mom had laid into me, but I wasnât sorry.
Still, it seemed I just didnât match up to my families expectations. Eventually, I stopped trying.
Dad cleared his throat, bringing me back to the conversation.
âWe think you make a valid point Violet.â He said. I raised my eyebrows. âSo hereâs whatâs going to happen.â
âWeâre not grounding you.â Mom said. âWeâre going to try a compromise.â
âWhat kind of compromise?â I asked.
âYou donât need to tell us where youâre going, or who your with, as long as itâs within pack borders. Also, you still need to take Aunt Claras pendant with you where ever you go. And you need to be home by eleven if you go out.â
âWhat if I want to leave the pack?â
âThen you need to take two warriors with you, and we will need to know where youâre going and who youâre with.â Dad said.
âI think⦠thatâs fair.â I agreed. Mom exhaled and Dad gave me a small smile.
âAnd.â Mom said. I looked at her nervously. âWeâre sorry youâve been feeling this way. From now on, letâs just talk okay?â
âOkay.â
I gave her a hesitant smile, which she returned.