The Wolf Who Saved Me

“My number, Adriana’s and Nana’s number are already saved there. We have yours, too,” Reule said.

“Why are you giving me this?” I asked.

“So you and I can contact each other.”

“But Conri will take me one day, so why the need for this?”

“You can have it. Even if Conri appears on my doorstep one of these days, you can still keep it. Use it to communicate to any of us.”

“Okay, thank you!”

“Come down now. I just received a message from Adriana that the food is ready. By the way, you can check later; I have saved something there that you might like.”

“What?”

“It’s for you to find out later.”

We reached the dining room, and I saw Adriana looking so beautiful tonight. She had curled her hair, applied a little makeup, and wore a spaghetti strap, floral dress.

“Adriana, you look so beautiful, and congratulations. I did not know that you write,” I said.

“Thank you, senorita, Wren. I write for fun, I did not even want to join the contest, but Reule pushed me to.”

“And she did not win,” Reule commented.

Nana Lolita smiled and said, “It’s okay, Rolito. She was the last to participate, but she made it to the top 10. It’s already an achievement. She also met her mate today.”

“Really?” I said with a smile.

“Yes, he was one of the participants. His name is Elijah Tinley, the beta of the Brown Pack. We were together earlier.”

“I need to meet him,” Reule instructed.

“Don’t worry; he will. He is just waiting for his parents and their alpha to come back from a trip,” Adriana said with a smile.

“I talked to the boy, Rolito. He seemed to be a good one. Don’t worry about Adriana.”

“I still wanted to make sure before Adriana moved in their territory that she will be well treated,” Reule said.

“This is a double celebration, then,” I said to change the conversation.

We had a lovely dinner. Adrina and Nana Lolita told stories about Reule when he was young. And for the first time, I have seen him laugh with us. After that, Adriana took some selfies using her new phone. She wanted a remembrance before she left and joined the Brown Pack. She also wanted to send some pictures to Elijah, who was asking how the celebration went. We just took about ten pictures when we heard some people cheering.

“Lila, go for it!”

“O.. oh!” Adriana said, sounding annoyed.

“Goodness! This girl! Why does she love doing this? It’s not even morning to be working out,” Nana Lolita said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s Lila.”

“What is she doing?”

Reule stood, and we followed. We went outside and saw five ladies. In the middle is Lila. They were wearing crop tops, shorts, and heels.

“What are they going to do?” I whispered to Adriana.

“They will do what Lila calls work out,” Adriana whispered.

“At night? What sort of workout is that? They are lucky that there is good lighting here in Reule’s yard.”

“Lila does it anytime she feels like doing it. She always says that she is strict with her work out that she must do all of her routines – pilates, HIIT, and this every day. And she is proud to say that this is what keeps her in shape.”

As soon as Adriana finished saying that, “Tarraxo Funguica Das Negras by DJ BeBeDeRa” started playing. And they started dancing Kizomba lady style.

“Oooh! I thought this was a workout. It looks like a dance showdown.”

“This is what Lila’s definition of work out.”

“But she is good, and she makes me feel insecure with her big breast and peachy ass swaying like that.”

Adriana laughed. “I know, right! She makes you feel like you are flat as a table even if you are not.”

“Yeah, I hate to say that but yes.”

“That’s why all ladies are intimidated by her. Not only she has a strong personality, but she also has the body that makes men’s eyes pop and drool like a dog.”

“I can see that.”

“Kizomba is a beautiful dance, but Lila makes me hate it.”

“Why? When most of the pack members know the dance.”

“Because every time she does this, she makes me feel like it’s a dance for a stripper, and we have a stripper in the pack.”

I laughed and said, “Did anyone tell her that?”

“Reule did.”

“What was her reaction?”

“She said it’s boring if she will not create a show. But in defense to her, Kizomba can be a good dance to tone your body because of the movements.”

“I know. My mom teaches Kizomba and Bachata. She has the nicest figure. It makes me feel ashamed that I am her daughter, sometimes.”

Adriana looked at me with a smile. Then said, “Your mom was a Kizomba dancer?”

“Yes. my mom was good at it, but only a few of the pack members liked it compared to her. So, teaching the dance was her day job.”

“Reule’s mother was the same. When she was four, her parents moved to Angola, where the dance originated. They ran away from their pack and moved there when her father got a job. It was there where she had loved and learned the dance. They moved back here when all the other members of the pack died. And that’s when she met Reule’s father. She was the one who introduced the dance to the pack.”

“Now, you make me curious. Does Reule knows Kizomba?”

“He does like his father. But he is not a fan.”

I laughed.

“What’s funny?” Adriana asked.

“I can’t imagine him dancing. It doesn’t suit his personality. That’s why it’s funny to imagine it.”

The dance ended, and Reule suddenly shouted, “Lila, are you done with your show?”

“Oh, Reule! We were just working out but did you like it?”

“You disturbed the people sleeping. Next time, if you want to seek attention with your dancing, do it in the morning.”

“I don’t think they mind, Reule. I can see they enjoyed it.”

“But I do! Some have kids here, and you are waking them up. The show is over! Go back to your houses and sleep!”

“She will not listen. But I wonder who made her insecure today,” Adriana whispered.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She only does this when someone gets on her nerves, and she feels threatened. Lila doesn’t like anyone who takes Reule’s attention from her.”

I kept quiet because it was me.