Turns out I was right. It was in the right direction, I hit the steps of the pack house and hear someone rushing my way screaming my name. "JAYYYYYY!" I can already tell who it is by the voice but the screaming helps to identify who it was, super hearing werewolves and screaming don't mix well and only one person would be doing that.
The only human who lives in the pack house and who knows about werewolves. I'm pretty sure they aren't the ONLY human that knows about werewolves and other supernatural creatures but they are definitely the only one in this town.
I can hear their footsteps thumping on the wooden porch getting closer and closer to me. I can tell they just jumped off the porch so I ready my stance to be prepared to catch them. "Oof," I grunt, catching them in my arms. "Did you put rocks in your pockets?" My god why are they so heavy today? I feel their arms wrap around my neck.
"NO! You say this every time, you're a werewolf so suck it up." I hear them pout. "Anyway speaking of Dom, I saw what you did you sneaky fucker you." He teases me. I'm confused at that statement because I have no idea what I did. At my confused look, they answer.
"Oh! Wow, so you didn't do that on purpose! That makes it so much better then!" I put them down on their feet, still wondering what the fuck they were talking about. They let go of the death hold they have on my neck. "Dom falling on top of you? You really thought I wouldn't hear the gossip about it? That shit was GOLD! And the funniest thing was that when someone saw him get up he was BLUSHING!" They squeal, might I say very loudly. I wince in pain at my now throbbing ear drums. "Sorry, I forgot... again." I hear the tinge of regret in their voice.
"It's no problem, but why was Dom blushing?" I ask wondering if the Alpha could even blush. Maybe that was what the weird tone in his voice was!
"I can see those gears in your head working out what this means but no problem I can just tell you!" The happiness in their voice makes me freeze.
Maybe I don't want to know.
"Actually, it will be more fun for you to figure out." I can just feel the grin on their face like how I felt Alphas smirk. That's how powerful that was. Max loved to gossip so it's weird they would not tell me something.
Max is a 5'5 crazy ball of gossip and glitter, I had them describe to me what they looked like because I never saw them before. I can tell about the glitter on my own because I have accidentally eaten it before. Don't ask, that was a nightmare month.
They told me they were 5'5 with brown long ombré blue hair (whatever ombré is I have no idea, they tried to explain it to me once but I zoned out). They had light green eyes with thick red lips (their words not mine). Max says they are absolutely amazingly glorious human who wears the best designed clothes of all humanity (again their words not mine but I can't argue with that).
They make their own clothes which I find fascinating, I have asked them to help me with my clothes before. They enjoyed that day but since then I have just worn my own style and just ask for their help shopping and organizing my closet for it to be easy for me. Max also loves to do hair and makeup so like the clothes, they asked if they could do my makeup and hair before. If it was bad (which I doubted) I wouldn't be able to see it anyway. I got a lot of complements on my style that day, especially with my hair tied back.
I continued to keep my hair like that but after one night with a lot of special werewolf alcohol and human drinks, Max we decided it would be a great idea to CUT my hair. The next morning I could feel how fucked it probably looked. I went to the hairdresser with Max taking me and paying for it while they continued to apologize.
"Hey, Jay! Hello? Earth to Jaaayyyyy." They sang. I could feel them waving their hands in front of my face, not many people can touch me anymore but Max is one of the exceptions including Alpha, sometimes Brandon and Aiden can fight with me but anything more it gets me into a full blown panic attack. Which is embarrassing but the therapist (obviously a werewolf) says it's normal for someone with PTSD, anxiety and more.
"Yes, hello. I'm here." I say shaking out of my darker thoughts, they scoff in disbelief.
"No, you weren't. What were you thinking about? Dom? Aiden? OOOO, ME!?" I shake my head, laughing at their antics. "Yes, actually I was thinking about you. I was thinking about that time you fucked up my hair." I say knowing they still felt bad about it. I hear them groan. "UGGGHHH, don't remind me. That was my worst work yet!" My jaw drops slightly in surprise at them only worrying about their work not me.
I guess they don't feel bad anymore. That's good, I tease but I don't want them to actually feel bad. It was both of our choice anyway.
"Wooowww, I see how it is." I pout at them.
"Oh my god don't even play, you know you look good." I can feel the eye roll they give me. "You have a good build and height with a nice pretty face! Anyway, the point is you look hot so you have nothing to worry about." Max rants to me. I feel better when they lift me up, it makes me feel nice and warm inside.
We are those kinds of friends. The ones you first meet and you feel like you have known them forever. The kind that is mushy and gives each other hugs in hard times, lifting each other self-esteem up and even going as far to say I love you because you know they will forever be in your life and forever be your family even when your family isn't there for you. The literal ride or die type of friends. That's who we are and I love Max for it, they were there when others couldn't be and I was there for them when no one was. We have an unbreakable crazy bond, partners in crime.
"You know you're amazing too right?" I say to Max. I hear them sharply suck in a breath and I just know they haven't heard that in a while. I have been so busy with training and coping these past months I neglected my family. I take in a breath and sigh. "Max, do you want to have one of our binge nights tonight?"
Our binge nights include making a nest out of our pillows and blankets, putting on comfy pajamas and getting all the snacks and drinks we want. Plus, having any choice of movie or film obviously with audio description on. Max was so used to it I don't even think they care about the audio description anymore. Which I appreciate because anytime I listen to a movie with the pack a lot of them complain and whine about it until the Alpha tells them to shut up. Now I haven't been invited to movies with the pack for a while and neither has Max.
Not many of the werewolves care for humans much, they know we have to cooperate with them to survive but they don't particularly like them. Which is why we started out crazy fun binge nights together, only us.
"Yes, that would be nice." I hear the smile in their voice.
"Good, let's go get this party started then!" We both laugh walking into the house up to my bedroom.