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Chapter 9 - There's never a dull moment when he's around...

Chapter 9 - There's never a dull moment when he's around...

Lucy's POV

Half an hour after we set out in search for Beck, we finally reach the outskirts of his usual territory, and I quickly come to a stop.
My heart's hammering with excitement as I quickly motion for Devon to hand out our clothes; I have a feeling that this entire plan will go a lot smoother if we're in human form when we actually find him.

Altogether, there are only the six of us on this little trip: Justin, David, Dean, Wayne, Devon and me. I know that everyone was probably shocked as hell when I brought up Beck back at Justin's house, and I know that everyone here right now is curious as to how I know someone like Beck, but the story's way too long to explain properly.

The truth is he saved me.

Three years ago, a few days after my thirteenth birthday, I took a run out into the forest as usual. My mind wasn't exactly clear at that point, it never is around that time of year, as exactly eight years before I'd just found out that my parents had died.
So, there I was, running as fast as I could to try and take my mind off of everything, when I came across a patch of hunter's turf. At that point in time I'd never come across human hunters before, so I had no idea what sort of danger I was in, and I just kept on running. I remember something suddenly crashing into my right side, sending me flying and effectively stopping me in my tracks. At the time I had started to panic, thinking it was one of my Pack members who'd followed me, but I didn't recognise the scent, or the giant brown wolf with sky blue eyes. And when I say giant, I mean giant; he had to be at least twice the size of my thirteen year old Omega self. I was small and scared, waiting for him to attack, but he never did. He just continued to study me, his eyes more concerned than anything, and I stared right back, slowly becoming less and less afraid of him and more curious.
After a few minutes of continuous studying, he trotted off, finding a fairly sturdy log from the floor and dragging it back, throwing it on the ground. Immediately, the bear trap snapped into action, breaking the log, which would've been my leg if he hadn't stopped me, clean in half.

Like I said, he saved me.

After that, he led me back to his 'home' in the middle of the forest, phased back, got changed, and told me to wait there.
And I did, for some reason I trusted this stranger.
When he returned, he had some clothes in hand and dropped them on the floor in front of me, telling me to change before leaving again to give me some privacy.
Once changed, I contemplated what to do for a few seconds before heading back outside to find him. He was sat on a rock by a little stream waiting for me, and I quietly went over and sat next to him.
We got talking, introducing ourselves and our lives. Ever since that day we've been really good friends, and he's taught me everything I know about the forest.
Every once in a while I'll go and visit him but I've not managed to get down and see him recently so I'm really happy about how this situation's turned out.
Usually when I come down to visit, I'll stay over for a few nights and we'll head into the nearest town, wreaking havoc wherever we go.
He introduced me to his lifestyle. Being a lone wolf isn't exactly glamorous, but it sure as hell is fun.

Once I've phased back and changed into my blue skinny jeans and black top, I re-join the others and we continue walking, now in human form, towards Beck's place.

"How much further is it?" David asks me as we walk.

"Roughly about ten minutes," I reply, looking over at him as he stands on my right.

On my left I have Justin silently walking beside me, seemingly in a bad mood. In fact, he's been in a pretty foul mood ever since we left the house and I can't figure out why, not that it's really any of my business anyway.

In the end, I decide that it's probably just because he's had to cancel a date with Rachel to be here or something.

We spend the next few minutes walking in silence, everyone seemingly as lost in their own thoughts as the next person.

"You looking for me, Shorty?" the familiar Irish twanged voice asks from behind us, and I slowly turn around to find Beck stood with his signature smirk curving his lips.

He looks the same as he always does, with his tousled brown hair, sky blue eyes and slight stubble. If there were one word best used to describe Beck, it would most definitely be rugged.
Today he's wearing some combat trousers, his usual pair of lucky combat boots, and a black T-shirt that hugs his defined muscles nicely.

He folds his arms across his chest loosely and leans his shoulder against a nearby tree, his gaze quickly moving to study the five other people with me before he raises an eyebrow at me.

A slow smile spreads across my face as I see him, the same Beck as always, and I quickly run over to give him a hug. Obviously used to my greetings by now, he quickly pushes away from the tree and opens his arms for the hug, lifting me up and spinning me around once before setting me back down again and pulling away.

"Long time no see," he says, slightly accusingly, as his smirk returns.

"I know, sorry," I reply sheepishly. "School's been pretty hectic recently. We can't all be twenty-one and free, you know."

He laughs at that and shakes his head at me. "So, what're you doing here? I'm assuming this isn't just one of your normal friendly visits." He looks over at the others again.

"I'm actually here to collect that favour you owe me," I reply, regaining his attention.

It takes a few seconds for my words to sink in before he sighs and says, "I get the feeling I'm not going to like this..."

"I get the feeling that you're not going to like this either."

He studies me for a few seconds before he starts walking in the direction of his home, "Then whatever it is, I'm going to say no."

I sigh and follow him, the others deciding to stay quiet as they follow after me.

"I don't work in groups, Shorty, you know that," he says, looking back at me.

"You work with me!" I argue, not giving up.

"That's different," he disagrees, shaking his head and reaching up to hold onto a branch of a nearby tree, pulling himself onto it. Standing there, he leans his arms on another branch in front of him and watches me. It doesn't faze me at all, though, as I'm used to him spending seventy percent of his life up in trees, and so I just look up at him as he continues talking. "There're only two of us, which makes a pair, not a group."

"So, what," I reply. "You're saying that you'll work in a pair but not a group?"

"That is exactly what I'm saying," he confirms, nodding his head.

"Come on, Beck," I sigh. "You owe me."

I know damn well that Beck is nothing but a man of his word, if he makes a promise then he sticks to it, and so I know that he can't turn down this favour. When he says he owes someone, he means it.

"I know I do," he sighs back. "And I swear that I will help you with anything else, but not this."

"Are you serious right now?" I ask incredulously.

"Deadly," he replies.

"Jesus Christ, Beck, stop being such an awkward prick!" I snap. "There are rogues in the area!"

"I know," he replies with a shrug.

"How the hell can you be so unconcerned about it?" I ask. "My pack's in danger!"

"Then leave your pack," he shrugs again, not bothered one bit by the fact that he's surrounded by five other members of my pack, or with the way that their backs all stiffen at his words. "Come live with me. Problem solved."

His words don't surprise me one bit. After all, he's been giving me the same offer ever since the first day I met him. Only, at that time, my problem was only that I hated my life.

"Wow, that's a tempting offer..." I say slightly sarcastically, pretending to actually think about it. "But I actually like hot showers with running water."

"The stream technically has running water," he argues, and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, but it is fucking freezing," I state, watching as his face fills with amusement and his lips twitch into another smirk.

And, just like that, our little fight is over.

"Beck," I murmur. "I need your help."

He looks at me for a few seconds before sighing and briefly closing his eyes, reopening them again and reaching for another branch. "Okay," he sighs, and then swings himself back down to the ground. "What exactly do I have to do?"

My face immediately breaks out into a smile. "Help us track them down, I know you can do it," I reply.

"I might know a few leads," he admits. My smile turns into a grin. "But, Shorty?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm counting this as the equivalent of two favours... so you owe me now."

***

Once all the introductions are over and done with, we get straight down to business.

"So, where can we find these so-called leads then?" Justin asks, seemingly trusting Beck about as far as he can throw him, but Beck doesn't seem too bothered and the feeling's apparently mutual as he turns to tell me the answer instead of Justin.

"The Swing-in," he replies with a smirk and I roll my eyes.

"Of course."

'The Swing-in' is a pub in the middle of the small nearby town, and it's quite a regular pub for Beck (and me when I come to stay).
It's full of the weirdest people I've ever met, but they all seem to have insight on what's happening in the local area. Some of the people are human without knowledge of werewolves, some are werewolves themselves, and others are humans who know of werewolves but also know to keep it zipped.

"What's that?" Wayne asks.

"A pub," Beck replies.

"The weirdest pub you'll ever go to," I correct, making him laugh.

"What time is it?" he asks.

"A little after five, I think," I reply.

"Alright, then let's go," he says with a shrug.

I look over at David for confirmation and he nods, starting us all off on the forty-five minute walk to 'The Swing-in'.

With the way Beck lives (in a cave in the middle of the forest with only the real necessities for survival) it means that he doesn't have a lot of money, if any. So, in order to get new clothes or books or fast-food, he has to be extremely cunning, meaning he either has to flirt his ass off, trick people into giving it to him, or just simply steal it.
Don't misjudge him, though; it may seem like his morals are slightly backwards but I can assure you they're not, he just does what he needs to in order to get by. As far as loyalty goes, he is one-hundred percent decent, and I would honestly trust him with my life. In fact, if it weren't for the Harbours', I probably would've taken him up on his offer to live with him years ago.

"So, Shorty, what've you been up to lately?" he asks as we walk, us taking the lead and the others following. Everyone seems to be overall relieved that we have an actual fairly strong plan now, well, all except Justin that is. He still seems to be in a foul mood which, if anything, has only worsened as more time has gone by.

"Same old, same old," I reply with a shrug. "What about you?"

He shrugs. "Not much, really. Although I did manage to accidentally break Dan and Sally up."

"Really? But they always seemed so inseparable," I say. They were both so similar, both as annoyingly boring as each other. "What the hell did you do? And please tell me you didn't sleep with Sally, because if you did then I will have officially lost all respect-"

"What? Ew, no!" he quickly assures me. "Don't worry, your respect for me is still fully intact. I mean, seriously? Have you heard her voice? It's like the most monotone voice I've heard in my life... and a total turn-off."

I wrinkle my nose and laugh, not even wanting to think about it. "So, what did you do?" I repeat.

"Well, bearing in mind that they're the most boring people on the planet, they would usually only be seen at certain places. You know, like round each other's houses, or at the supermarket, or something like that. So, I was quite surprised when I saw Dan walking out of Roxanne Shard's house."

"Oh, you didn't..." I say, already seeing where this is headed.

"Oh, I did," he says. "I mentioned it when I saw him and Sally at the pub a few days later and, as it turns out, he's a two-timing asshole."

"So, him and Roxanne?" I ask, pulling a face and struggling to believe it.

Roxanne Shard is seriously the Melissa Gregger of the town, there really is no other way to describe her. She's a power-hungry slut who thinks that everyone needs to kneel down and kiss her shoes. If you haven't already guessed, we don't exactly get along.

"Yep, apparently you should never judge a book by its cover."

"I never saw that coming..."

"Me neither, which is why I didn't realise until after I'd said it that I should've probably kept my mouth shut. Let's just say it was an extremely awkward situation to be in."

"I bet," I laugh. "You're such an idiot."

After that, we just talk about a few random things before we enter the rundown town and head in the direction of the pub.

"Okay," I say. "So how exactly are we going to do this?"

"Same as usual," he shrugs. "Just, instead of trying for free drinks we're trying for information. We should hopefully get enough to be of use; we just have to find the right people to ask."

"And they are?"

"Graham, Jeff, Kelly, and I think Tiffany might know something as well, I overheard her talking about it the other night."

"Right, oh and don't forget about Dan," I say jokingly with a grin. "Apparently he's not the guy we thought he was."

Beck just laughs, shaking his head. "Right, well I'm going to go and scope to see who's in there," he tells me. "I'll be right back."

As soon as he disappears inside I turn to the others.

"Okay, so here's the plan. Me and Beck are going to try and gather up as much information as we can and come and tell you. The people here usually know anything and everything, so we should be able to get enough info to give us another lead."

"Sounds good," David says with a smile.

"How long have you known this guy?" Justin asks suddenly, and I turn to look at him.

"Just over three years, "I reply with a shrug, causing his frown to deepen.

What the hell is his problem?

The door opens from behind me and I turn around to see Beck pop his head out the door quickly.

"Ready, Shorty?" he asks, his excitement showing clear as a bell and causing my own excitement to grow tenfold as a result.

Beck can be such a firecracker sometimes, which means that there's never a dull moment when he's around.

"Yep," I reply, popping the 'P', before we all make our way into the pub.

(Hey guys! So, here it is, the chapter that i've been absolutely buzzing to write and update! Beck is most definitely one of my favourite characters in this whole book and, now that he's been properly introduced, i can actually continue on with the rogue wolves storyline. As promised, i made the chapter fairly long and i hope you enjoyed reading it. What do you think of Beck? And what do you make of the relationship between him and Lucy? Let me know in the comments :D
Next update will be on Friday! Thank you for reading this chapter, it's awesome to know that people are starting to read and notice your work! Sorry for any grammatical mistakes, as you know i am planning on going through and editing once i've finished writing the book. At this point in time i don't know how many chapters this book will have, so i don't know how long it will be until i actually start correcting any mistakes, but i plan on this story being quite long so i hope that there aren't too many mistakes in here until then. Anyways, i'm going to stop rambling now. Byee!)

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