“I dunno. Uncivilized, barbaric wolves running around trying to kill each other.”
I chuckled at Bellamy’s response. “You’ve been to Hollow Valley. Clearly, shifters aren’t the savages you have in mind.”
“I mean humans are there too. I figured the civilized part came from humans,” Bellamy answered with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Humans are the least civilized species Fate came up with. If anyone is barbaric, it’s humans.” We shook our head.
“Well, I’m not barbaric,” Bellamy replied while cutting her eyes at me, an attitude in her voice.
“Good thing you aren’t a human,” I quickly replied.
“Shut up, Kenzo,” Bellamy said while trying to snatch her hand from ours.
I snatched her back to me. “Don’t fuck with me, Bellamy,” I told her while grilling her hard. Bellamy needed to watch herself before she ended up in a situation she couldn’t get out of.
A flash of defiance shot through her eyes, but it quickly went away as she subtly nodded her head. She was still being difficult, but I’d let her make it.
“What the hell? I thought she was dead?” Before turning toward the voice that came from the left of us, we already knew it was Yves. He had his mate, Zamiyah, and their three pups with him. Yves was holding their twins Atticus and Atlas while Zamiyah had their oldest son Apollo.
“Why would he think I was dead?” Bellamy questioned with a frown on her beautiful face. I leered over at Yves like he’d lost his mind.
“Right,” Zamiah agreed with a small frown on her face as she looked over Bellamy. “Clearly, you kept her in the house and fed her. She’s a lot bigger than she was before.” I knew the only reason she was taking shots at Bellamy was because Bellum used to fuck Yves and she was feeling some type of way seeing Bellamy. Normally, Zamiyah was a sweetheart with a positive attitude.
Kind of like Bellamy, Zamiyah wasn’t raised with her shifters; she was raised with humans, not knowing her true lineage.
“She’s not Bellum,” I quickly told Yves.
“Oh, here we go again with that name again,” Bellamy said before throwing her hands up in annoyance.
“You look very similar to her. This isn’t going to be the last time you’re mistaken for her,” I told Bellamy, who had a visible attitude now.
“Well, I’m not her. I’m Bellamy Rose, and I’d appreciate it if you’d pass the message along to anyone else who knows the Bellum girl. And trust me, I’m far from fat. The only thing on me considered fat is my ass.” Belamy said the last part while giving Zamiyah a dirty look.
“This is interesting,” Yves replied while looking at Bellamy with an odd expression. “Ouch!” Yves grumbled after Zamiyah plucked him in his forehead, causing their pups to erupt in laughter.
“I’m the only she-wolf you need to find interesting,” Zamiyah said with a scowl as she grilled Yves.
“Trust me, red-headed she-devil. I don’t want him. He’s cute and all but nowhere near my type,” Bellamy said with a taunting smirk on her face.
“Hoes should only speak when spoken too,” Zamiyah snapped at Bellamy with squinted eyes while looking her up and down.
“I ain’t never been a hoe. Can’t be. Never had a dick inside of me,” Bellamy replied, not backing down from Zamiyah’s intimidation.
We were aware now wasn’t the time for us to be getting hard, but seeing Bellamy hold her own made us proud. We wanted to reward her for not being weak.
“Yves, Bellamy is my mate.” We would never speak to a mated female to check her, not when she had a mate. That was his job.
“Zamiyah, chill out,” Yves told her in a calm but commanding tone. We appreciated the fact that he didn’t hesitate to get his mate back in line.
Anyone could tell Zamiyah wanted to say some slick shit, but she knew better than to go against her mate.
“What bri—” Yves’ question was cut off by the loud squealing of a female.
“Bell, is that really you?” I didn't know that shifter's name, but I had seen her a few times while I’d been on the packlands. The woman ran toward Bellamy with her hands clasped to her face.
“I know her,” Bellamy said more as a statement than a question. Her face was frowned up. Then, out of nowhere, her body went limp. Quickly, we caught Bellamy before she could hit the ground. Fear was the only emotion we were feeling right now. The only thing keeping us sane was the rising and falling of Bellamy’s chest. We knew she was alive, and that was okay for now.
The she-wolf stopped short with horror etched across her face. “My baby! Please let her be okay,” she said before dropping to her knees in front of us.
