Disclaimer: HEY EVERYONE! thank you all for your continued support! I looked over this chapter and fixed a few things. Hope it's a better read. See ya!
Chapter One
Elizabeth's POV
It was a hot, sunny afternoon in Chesterfield. The sky was a bright blue and the sun was beating down, making the locals take cover near the nearest tree for shade. It was a day no one would spend indoors, a thought that ran through a certain young female k9 officers head.
"Yes! I can finally have my well deserved vacation." I thought, as I walked out the doors of the Police Department with my four legged partner hot on my heels.
Luka has been my partner for three years now. We've been through alot him and I, whether it be the occasional drug bust or the always enjoyable criminal sniff-out, we've been through enough to become as close as two peas in a pod.
Oh, before I forget! My name is Elizabeth Braswell, Braswell from my mothers side. Nice to meet ya!
I was just outside the door when my Lieutenant called out to me, stopping me in my tracks.
"Elizabeth! Enjoy your vacation!" He said with a wide toothy grin.
"Thanks Lieutenant, I will. By the way, thank you for letting me leave early today. I don't think Luka would want to pass a day like this up." I say appreciatively.
I couldn't help but wonder how a fifty-year old man could look the way he does.
He stood around 6 feet tall, with breathtaking abs that confidently outlined his uniform. His hair was peppered gray in a buzz cut that made him look intimidating. His Blue Sheriff uniform clung to his body, but had enough room to make it comfortable.
"Don't mention it... I keep telling you that we've known each other long enough now, call me Jeff. Besides, I know how hard you've been working and I know you want to spend some time with your sister. You twins spend to much damn time working. You being a k9 officer and her being a doctor and all. Young 23 year olds like yourselves should be enjoying life to the fullest, not working until you can't think straight." He spoke in that fatherly tone of his. I always appreciated it once in a while.
"Haha, I know, but we got to make a living somehow right?"
"Well enjoy yourself, maybe find someone else to enjoy your free time with. You two need to expand your field, find a couple of men to show you that some people can be worth trusting." He said in a sympathizing tone.
"Yeah, yeah. You tell me the same thing every day, and I keep telling you that Isabella and I are happy the way things are right now, with just the two of us. We don't need some guy in our lives to make us feel complete!" I stated in an irked manner.
"Well, you know I want the best for you two, you two deserve to be taken care of. Anyway, I don't want to keep you away from what ever you 23 year olds do now adays. Have a good time." He gave me one of his famous bear hugs that seemed to always cause my 5 foot frame to cringe. Being hugged by a person other than my sister ...let alone a man, always makes me feel weired.
We said our goodbyes and I hopped in my car, my black German Sheppard in the seat next to me. I drove to me and my sisters apartment while thinking about how our problem of trusting men began...
It was eighteen years ago when our father gave us up for adoption. We had just turned 6 years old during that time. Our mother had died giving birth to us; our father always blamed us for that. He refused to love us like a father should.
While some children went fishing or played games with their fathers ours would refuse to even speak to us, when he wasn't hitting us. He would go after Isabella especially. My sister thought there was never a need to hit family, so when ever he would try to hit her I would swear at him or hit him distracting him from beating her and I would take the hit. I love my sister too much to have anyone cause her any harm, and if that meant taking the fall or defending her till my last breath, that was a decision I was willing to make.
He got remarried to a young bimbo, who was twenty years old and thought the idea of kids was unbearable. With the fact that we weren't sons, he gave no second thought to dumping us off at the most hell ridden orphanage there was, and practically throwing us out of the car before driving away and never coming back to get us....
I couldn't help but picture the movie "ANNIE" while thinking of the past. Luka started licking my neck, one of the most ticklish part of my body, breaking me out of my train of thought. I could tell by the look on his face he sensed my uneasiness.
Being a k9 officer is awesome. Having a furry companion as a partner instead of a human is just so much more reassuring. With humans they would easily trade your life over theirs, with dogs they would protect you with their life and you care for each others well being. Dogs are just so much more loyal.
I arrive to my apartment building and walk with Luka to my apartment, door two hundred and one, which just happened to be on the top floor. I open the door enthusiastically and we walk in ...
Damien's POV
"YOU'RE SUCH A HIGH STRUNG ASSHOLE! WHY SHOULDN'T WE GO TO THE IRON HORSE?!" I growled to my twin brother Ben with anger dripping from each word, as we argued about going to one of the Pack bars.
"Because Damien! Being the alphas of the Cross Pack, the strongest, biggest and oldest pack known in the werewolf community, we have the obligation as the leaders to stay on the Pack grounds in case of emergency! We don't have time to waste on petty affairs, like goofing off and getting drunk while being surrounded by money hungry sluts! THATS WHY YOU SELF PROCLAIMED PIECE OF SHIT!" Ben retorted in his little know-it- all way of his.
He sat on his chair in our office, while I stood hovering over his desk.
Don't get me wrong, I have high respect and love towards my brother. Being twins, we have a special bond, combined with our wolf bond, we are unseparable. In fact that's how we both got to be alphas of our pack.
After our fathers death instead of fighting to the death, we did the unthinkable. We made it clear that we were to both split the role of alpha. Ben, with his well rounded view of finances and politics, would handle the Packs financial and political parts that come with being the alpha.
I, on the other hand, being more aggressive, chose to focus my attention on the Packs strength and structure. This means I carry out the punishments to those who break pack law. I also train those of the pack to fight and defend when needed. Being the strongest and most respected members of the Pack, no one dared to question our authority.
But even being as close as we are, we still tend to argue over some matters as most siblings do.
