*Sexy and I know it* {Keisha}

[DEVON MARLOWE]

Devon finished curling her perfect hair, before checking herself out once more in the mirror. She looked good today; then again she always looked good. Her hair was always perfect and her clothes had no sign of wrinkles. She was always perfectly styled and perfectly dressed. Dev had worked hard to be this good for the past one hundred years. After a while she was a natural at it. Despite all the work, the female shifter loved being this perfect. It paid off for all the social climbing she had to do the last one hundred years. But now she was a beta in a new wolf pack. Devon had vowed to never join another wolf pack after hers abandoned her and her father when newborns attacked. Unfortunately some random Alpha broke her down, took her in, and made her beta. A position she could never achieve before her ambitious ways. Surprisingly she actually liked the alpha woman, and didn’t mean to use her for her position. She got it by pure luck. Oh well, Devon enjoyed having this power over other shifters.

The female shifter adjusted her yellow beaded necklace slightly to the right before exiting the bathroom. The shifter had no idea what was on the agenda for the day. It could be just sitting around the house, could be cleaning the house, going for a run, going shopping. Surprisingly there were lots of things to do in this small spot of the world. But once you have done them once or twice, you don’t want to do them again. Sighing, Devon threw on her ear plugs and played her dance playlist before heading down the stairs of her new house. “Don’t meddle with her heart, meddle with her mind,” she sang loudly as she danced into the kitchen. Dev was sure neither Keisha nor Pete was home at the moment. So she was going to jam out while she decided what to make for lunch for herself.

She opened the fridge and realized the shifters didn’t have much to work with. The female grabbed the few tortillas they had, some cheese, butter, and the left over grilled chicken from yesterday’s dinner. “Meddle with the things that are inside!” Dev half screamed, half sang. Grabbing a green frying pan from the cabinets, she set it on the stove and started it up. She cut a small piece of butter into the pan. “This beat is…” Devon continued to sing as the butter melted in the pan. She turned to the piece of chicken and began to chop is up like a mad woman. Pausing to twist her hips to the beat of her music, something that attracted males from all over. The female shifter tossed some shredded some cheese and chicken onto the tortillas, before folding them and tossing them into the pan. Devon had decided to make two chicken quesadillas. It was something she learned how to cook back when she was still human.

Cooking was always a fun past time for the female shifter. It kept her from being bored and she loved experimenting with random things in the kitchen. It also helped her and her father when her mother died, and they had to live off of the few food in their house. It also helped in her current situation as well. Since her new best friends Keisha and Pete were practically allergic to the kitchen. How they haven’t starved before meeting her is beyond Dev. She flipped the quesadillas in the pan, before she quickly began to clean up her mess. “1, 2 step!” She yelled into the kitchen. The shifter was in her own little world. Between the food and the music, she barely noticed another shifter walk into her house.

[KEISHA CATORI]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/Backgrounds/Image465_zpsc0ed83da.jpg); border: solid #00ff40 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #00ff40 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;] [/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #ffffff; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.8; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Dev /// CHECK THE THREADS The wind rolling in off the ocean smelled sweetly of salt and fresh air. The finer hairs of Keisha’s black and white fur rustled softly in the wind, curling and dancing to the wind’s simple song. Pulling in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and exhaled a sigh. This was one of the most tranquil places she knew. Here she was free to be her. Free from the world. Free from everything No one came up here anymore; it was too high to cliff dive. But she found it soothing and peaceful. The only people who really knew about this place anymore where her and those who lived in her home. This place held so many memories for her and Pete from their childhood. To this day, it continued to hold memories. The bonfires, the campouts, the talks. All right here. Her lips pulled into a small grin. Or at least the equivalent of such as a dog. This place was home. And there weren’t many words to describe how it felt to be back. Glancing at the sun, she puffed a quick sigh. It was getting late. Pete was hunting and she shot a quick message his way. Nothing more than a simple reminder of how late it was getting. Hit response was nothing short of a typical teenager’s response to his mother. But Pete wasn’t typical. And even though she felt like it at times, she wasn’t his mother. Getting up slowly, Keisha swished her tail and took a last longing glance at the slowly sinking sun. It painted the sky shades of pink, yellow, orange, red, purple, and indigo. It was a gorgeous sight. Something one prayed to see at least once in their life. Flicking her tail again in slight annoyance at having to leave, she turned and jumped off into the woods. Her paws barely left marks in the dirt as she flew over the ground. She was light and quick on her feet, making it easy to fly through the underbrush. Keisha was smaller than the other wolves, a lucky thing considering she could pass as a dog. Life as a wolf was good for her. That was the only reason she had lasted this long. As she neared her property, she slowed her pace to an easy lope. The forest around her smelled musky, a smell she had come to know and love. The trees started thinning out and the back of Keisha’s garage came slowly into view. Just on the side of the garage was a small box, attached to the wall of the garage itself. It wasn’t a tall in any sense, it really only came up to the middle of Keisha’s chest as a wolf. The top of the container was hinged to the wall of the garage and slanted all the way down to meet the shortest of the walls. As she approached it, she slipped her shock black nose under the lip of the box lid and nudged it up as far as she could before sliding her entire head under the lid. Inside, she grabbed a hold of the clothes tied together with a string. Dragging them out, she let the lid thump back down then turned to the door on the other side of the box. She slipped through the doggie-door at the very bottom and into the slightly clutter garage. Shifting back into her human form, Keisha untied the string holding her clothes together, and shimmed quickly into her clothes. Glancing around, Keisha took note of the useless junk in there. She’d have to draft the others to help her clean it out sometime soon. Once she was dressed, Keisha let herself back outside through the same side door. Shutting it behind her, she took note of how cold the ground was beneath her bare feet. The rain just seemed to do that here. It made the ground feel freezing no matter what time of year. She didn’t mind the rain and the storms, in fact she welcomed them with open arms. Though, as she looked up at her house, she was sure it wasn’t as ready as she was. There were plenty of problems with the house. Things she needed to fix before the frost came in the winter. Not to mention bills. A second job would be a necessity for her soon. Too bad her mechanics weren’t just going to cut it anymore. Sighing heavily, Keisha reached down and opened the lid of the box again. Pete’s bundle of clothes was still there. Rolling her eyes, she dropped the lid with a bang at jogged across the lawn. Bounding up the front porch, she opened and slipped through the door quickly and quiet as a ghost. She glanced down at the carpet under the coat rack where they kept all their shoes. Devon was still home. Of course that would be obvious given the obnoxious singing that came from the kitchen. Keisha tipped the top shoe of her stack over with her foot so that they lay side by side. Now they only had Pete to wait for. Gliding easily down the hall, Keisha stopped in the kitchen doorway. She waited for a moment and watched Devon, an amused look held properly in place on her lips. She had no idea what the other girl was doing, or what she was even up to. Keisha tended to believe the other female shifter was somewhat insane sometimes. This just happened to be one of those times. Dev usually had a knack for cooking. The side show just happened to come with package. Oh well. Keisha hated cooking herself. She liked to claim she was allergic to the kitchen. But in her house, especially since they had a house now, the rule was if you didn’t help with making the food, you didn’t eat. It was just the way she needed to run things. Especially with the centuries old home falling apart on her. It was a wonder she was even able to make ends meet. Course, stealing tended to help a lot. Keisha continued to watch Devon dance around the kitchen and sing like a nut case for a moment more before the alpha decided to make herself known. “Um, Dev? What are you doing?”

[/color] she asked, laughing slightly. She wasn’t sure how exactly Dev was going to respond to the fact that her alpha had been standing their watching, but then again Keisha was kind of intrigued to find out. Moving into the kitchen, Keisha opened the fridge, looking at the little food that remained inside. “So what should we make for dinner tonight?” she asked, nonchalantly. Simple question. She was starving. If nothing else, she may just go out and hunt down a deer for all she cared. Sighing and shutting the fridge, the turned to lean against it, and looked at Devon with her arms crossed over her chest. She flicked her friend and beta and amused smirk. “So other than a dance party, what did I miss, Ms. Priss?”[/b] Keisha asked, still highly amused at what she had walked into upon her arrival home.
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[DEVON MARLOWE]

Devon began munching on her quesadilla as she danced around the kitchen, trying to find other things to make an actual dinner with. Cooking for three werewolves was difficult. Devon was required to cook a lot to keep up with all of their appetites. The female shifter twirled around as she moved back over to the fridge, a piece of quesadilla still in her mouth. “Everybody…1, 2, step! Whoo!” Devon practically screamed when she grabbed some things from the refrigerator. She slammed the door, turned around, and finally noticed her alpha standing there staring at her. She gave her a confused look, like what she was doing was completely normal and Keisha was being the odd one in the room. In Devon’s world this was true. She put the ingredients on the table before yanking out her ear buds. “Um, dancing…?” Devon stated as though it should be obvious. And then added, “What are YOU doing?” She mischievously grinned at her alpha before turning back to the food.

She started to boil a pot of water and plopped some noodles into. Dev turned her head slightly at Keisha. “WE aren’t making anything. I’M making spaghetti and meatballs, since we don’t have anything else to eat in this house.” Devon knew Keisha was very strict about the ‘if you want to eat, then you have to help cook’ rule. But the beta really didn’t mind cooking for the other two, it was relaxing to her. Of course Keisha would then pull the alpha card and Dev would be forced to share a kitchen with someone else. And then the third person by default had to clean up. That was another reason Devon loved to cook, she was never stuck with dishes. She would get to eat and sit on her butt while the other two bargained over who would do the chore. The female shifter grabbed a wooden spoon from the drawer next to her and began to untangle the noodles in the pot. Dev paused as she mentally went over the things she needed to make meatballs and the sauce.

Man, someone seriously needed to take a trip to the food store. This place was becoming barren and she was not going to have them resort to hunting deer in the woods. It was bad enough the vampires were drawing attention to them; they didn’t need to do it themselves. The little activity they did as wolves, the more likely they can go by unnoticed. Let the vampires sink their own ships in the human world. Life would be better off without the bloodsucking demons anyways. Devon started moving around the small kitchen in an attempt to find more supplies for her simple meal. She paused when she heard her alpha’s third question. “A lot actually, miss sassy pants.” She raised her chin defiantly before turning back towards her mission of finding ingredients. Was there anything in this house?!

Sighing angrily, she turned back to her boiling pot. Devon tapped her fingers on the counter and bit her bottom lip. Could she even make spaghetti and meatballs with all this junk? Or did she have to make things up as she went, like she did last time they were barely out of food. It was so hard being a cook in a house that was rarely supplied. The female shifter moved back to what she had and began just putting things together. She was going to make a good dinner even if it killed her. She glanced back at Keisha and finally noticed something off about her alpha. “Wow Keish…you’re actually wearing clothes today.” It was a dig, she knew. But it was the same thing Devon always commented on. If her alpha just gave her an hour or two, she could do wonders to her closet and to her hair. Keisha was naturally beautiful due to the shifter gene, but man, a little care to clothing and hair wouldn’t hurt. It wouldn’t take much. She wouldn’t have to do much, like Devon had to do every day. It was hard work looking this dang perfect all the time.

That was when an idea for dinner popped in her head. Mix-match pasta! This was happening and it was happening now. It was like everything else in the world didn’t matter. Devon finally figured out what she was going to make for dinner. Hopefully this would turn out alright. Then again, the shifters could eat anything as long as they were hungry enough. Which by the time she was done with dinner, they will be starving. It was going to take a long time to get this remotely edible.

[KEISHA CATORI]

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[/color] Keisha retorted, smirk still right in place. She said it in a playful tone, not really meaning anything by it, just pointing out a simple fact. Rolling her eyes at her beta’s mischievous grin, Keish plopped herself down at the table as Devon turned right back to the food she was making. “Devon, I swear, you have got to have ADD or something… I’m pretty sure you’re the only one I know that can dance around a kitchen and make a meal fit for a king,”[/color] she said shaking her head, turning, and grabbing an apple from the bowl set out on the table.

At the plop of noodles in the water, Keisha turned around to look at Dev again. Of course, even though the rule still stood, Keisha knew Devon also liked taking over the task of making food. Now the alpha knew it was to get out of doing the dishes, but she didn’t really care either. Keisha thought Devon was a phenomenal cook, and didn’t understand why she didn’t pursue it. It would have been just another source of money for the three of them. At least food would be put on the table if that were the case. “Well, uh, good luck with that… I don’t even think we have that, honestly…”[/color] Keisha said shrugging. She watched as Devon began to look through the bare cabinets and Keisha sighed turning back to the table.

Tomorrow, first thing, she was going to the grocery store. They couldn’t go that much longer without barely any food, especially with their shifter appetites. So what little money they had was going toward groceries. Then Keisha was going to try finding a job right after. She would be out almost all day if she needed to. All she knew was that they needed the money, bad. Pete so far was the only one with inklings of a job, and that was mainly because he did odd jobs for people around the reservation who weren’t actually able to do it. He could get a couple hundred bucks usually every other day or so. It wasn’t terrible, but it was only enough to get by. He was working on finding a real job for himself too. Sighing, the riffling through cabinets stopped, and Keisha looked over her shoulder at Dev. Keisha smirked at the other girl. “Oh really? Like what huh?”[/color] she asked, letting out a laugh as well. Dev was such a little smart ass sometimes. It was a wonder Keisha ever dealt with it. But Keish loved the girl, so she made do.

Keisha smiled; she could hear the tapping of Devon’s fingers on the counter. She was getting annoyed with not being able to find food. Keisha just continued to smile and shake her head. At her slight dig, Keisha couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. Anyone who actually knew her knew she loved her wolf form way too much. Clothes were a constraint. But, since walking around without anything on was a public display of indecency, Keisha resorted to wearing almost nothing for clothes. Normally, she would have a bikini top on with a pair of shorts or jeans with no shoes. Today, however, she was actually wearing pants, a tank top, and jacket. Her jewelry (her necklaces especially) she almost never took off, even as a wolf. She’d managed to fix it right so that they expanded when she was a wolf, so she could wear them if she forgot about taking them off. It generally came in handy over the years that she traveled so much. Now though she didn’t need to worry about it getting lost, especially her mother’s silver necklace. Keisha smiled at Devon. “Yeah for once in my life!”[/color] she laughed, taking the dig as more of a joke. She didn’t care either way. It was a fact and she wasn’t about to deny it. “I’m trying to get used to it. Besides, by wearing next to nothing, I get all the guys.”[/color] She turned and winked at Devon. “You should try it sometime actually.”[/color] Keisha stuck her tongue out at Dev and laughed again, shaking her head at the same time. It was seriously a wonder.

Keisha stomach growled suddenly, and she looked at Dev. “Soooo, Dev… when is dinner gonna be ready?”[/color] Keisha asked, smiling and rubbing the back of her head. It was the whole shifter appetite. They were hungry all the time every day. It was ridiculous. Since Keisha was a smaller wolf, her’s wasn’t as bad as Dev’s and Pete’s, but even so it was pretty bad. If she needed to though, while they were searching for food, she would go out and bring down a deer. She knew the other two were sick of raw food though all the time, so she’d have to cook it up, back like her dad had when she was still a child. God that had been decades ago.
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~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 1,071
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: I FINALLY GOT IT DONE! xD
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: BEAT ME UP ~~ Allison Iraheta

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[DEVON MARLOWE]

Devon shrugged nonchalantly at her alpha, and simply stated, “I’m just that talented.” Dev let out a small chuckle at her comment. The shifter wasn’t too full of herself. Honestly she really wasn’t. Devon was a very insecure individual and could really point out all of her flaws, even the ones that didn’t exist. It was the result of a very tormented childhood. Its why she worked so hard to appear perfect on the outside. She didn’t need to show people her imperfect interior. Especially when there was a chance they would most likely use it against her. And that’s the exact opposite of what she wanted. So she put up a front, a very thick and elaborate front. Only a few people saw past this, it was the few that she trusted. FEW, keyword there. Surprisingly Keisha was one of those few which was probably why she joined the pack.

Keisha wasn’t the typical alpha, at least not with Devon. She didn’t use her alpha voice with her and typically asks her to do things instead of actually telling her to do things. Well every now and then she did give Devon order, that the shifter did willingly but would complain while doing it. Did not mean she actually meant what she said it was just her default reaction to a command. Which is probably why the two girls asked each other to do things instead of commanding each other. Not that Devon had any authority to command her alpha to do things. Of course that wouldn’t stop her from trying. Dev liked to push boundaries and that was one of them.

Devon gave her a look like ‘well obviously, why do you think I’m practically destroying the kitchen’. They were that close that they could literally say a statement with a simple look. That’s what Devon loved about their relationship. It was just so easy. And thanks to her out there personality, he brought out the crazy in Keisha. A side that she was sure normal people didn’t get to see on a daily basis. And Keisha made her feel comfortable enough to be that crazy and let her guard down. So Devon was sure the alpha would get the message from just the simple look she threw her. Dev seriously needed to get a job to buy more things. She couldn’t rely on the little money she had left from her inheritance and the Catori’s money. It wasn’t right or fair. “Hey, do you know any places that are hiring by the way? You know like places that don’t require me to ruin any of my stuff.” Devon did not want to become a mechanic like Keisha. For one she was horrible with cars, and there was too many opportunities for her to get grease stains on herself. And Devon was not going to work in fast food either. That would extremely out of the question. Retail and possible secretary jobs, would be more her thing. Then again any job dealing with people might not end well. If Devon didn’t love herself so much she would probably just start working the corner.

“Liiiiiikkeeee…” Devon made the word stretch as she thought of something exciting to say. “Dig a hole to China.” Yes, she dug a hole to China. That’s what she did today. The girl hated to do manual labor most days and preferred not to get her clothes, but today she dug a hole to China. There she met a nice Asian man that made her awesome Chinese food. Then she proceeded to go on adventure with a panda that knew Kung-Fu. Wait, no that was movie. But she did ride a panda while in the country. Which is honestly what she would attempt to do if she ever really did go to China. But yes, back to this trip. There was a black hole that transported her to the Antarctic where she met a pizza stealing penguin named Enrique. Then went back to China, where she ate more amazing food, made it back home. Covered the hole and proceeded to make a snack for herself before Keisha arrived home. Yup, that’s what she did today and she was sticking to it. In reality, she read magazines, watched TV, and think of all the wonderful things she would do to Keisha if she ever let her play dress up.

Devon laughed once Keisha did. It was one of those friend things. Something the female shifter wasn’t completely used to yet. The brunette’s jaw dropped and turned to look at the other woman. Well! “I don’t need to use my body to get the guys, all I need is my wit and charm,” Devon stated and then added, “and if that doesn’t work, bend their minds with my superior manipulation skills.” Even though she said it in a completely joking manner, she completely meant it. Her wit, charm, and manipulation skills were her deadly weapons. Not her ability to turn into a predatory animal. Her personality. It wasn’t her fault that people, male mostly, were easy to bend and use. Maybe they should be more stubborn like her or not wear their feelings out in the open. Then again, Devon had a sixth sense when it came to reading people even if they tried hiding their emotions. It was her true gift. And surely if she became a leech her ultimate power would be reading minds or emotions of some sort. Something that would give her the upper hand of any situation.

“When I finish randomly finding things and figuring out what I can make with such things,” Devon answered turning her attention back to the kitchen. There was still nothing in the kitchen that seemed to mix well with the already made pasta. But she was going to try anything at this point. Might as well get rid of everything now and go shopping tomorrow. That’s what she should do tomorrow, so she can have an actual story to tell the Catori’s. Though a trip to the grocery store was not as fun or as colorful as a trip to China. But she’ll add the penguin in the story somehow, to better it. It will happen.

[KEISHA CATORI]

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[/color] she answered, taking another bite of the apple she had grabbed. She’d offer a spot at the shop she worked at, but cars and Devon were really just not a good mix… then again Devon and anything usually didn’t make too good of a mix either. The girl came with a lot of damage control sometimes.
 
Keisha turned to Dev once again. “You? Dig a hole?”[/color] she questioned, bemused at the very thought. Of course, Keisha knew it was just a tall tale to cover the fact that Devon had lounged all day. The alpha knew her friend much too well. She smirked though and added, “Now that would have been a sight to see!”[/color] Manual labor and Dev just didn’t mix. Another reason why Keisha had a hard time thinking of jobs that Dev would even want. But the beta had high class standards still. Course, the thing about it was, Forks wasn’t a high class town, and neither were the few jobs there. Honestly, the beta might have had a better time for her dream job if she went into Port Angeles or Seattle.
 
All Keisha could do was laugh and shake her head. “I’m not using my body… if I was I’d be making six figures! Guys just happen to notice,”[/color] she answered with a shrug and smirk. Not like she wanted that though. Keisha really wasn’t so much for attention, didn’t care for it at all really. In fact, her only reason for hardly wearing clothes was really just that, it was just too damn uncomfortable for her. On the other hand, PJ in the back of her mind very much so kept Keisha’s want for attention carefully subdued. Sure she noticed hot guys while she was out with Devon and they would make their girl comments about such males… but there was never any interest for Keisha. It was all focused on her imprint. Devon didn’t even know about PJ, and hopefully she wouldn’t anytime soon. Though him showing up was just not a good thing, Keisha had to be very careful about what they did. It wasn’t that she wanted to keep it from Dev, Keisha just wasn’t sure how the other girl would react to her alpha and best friend imprinting on a vampire.
 
Rubbing the back of her neck, Keisha smiled apologetically at Devon. “Sorry, Dev. I should have checked before I left and stopped to get some stuff while I was out. That’s my fault,”[/color] she said and took another bite of her apple. She watched as Devon tried to think through what exactly it was that she was going to be making. Keisha took another bite of apple, all the way to the core and tossed it in the trash as she stood. “You want help making anything? Or just finding anything?”[/color] Keisha asked as she stretched her lanky arms over her head. Though Dev had basically rummaged through all of the cabinets, Keisha was convinced that there had to be at least something in there somewhere. It wasn’t typical that she let them run this low on food. Course, it would help if she remembered where she put everything too.
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~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 822
~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: woo! xD
~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: BEAT ME UP ~~ Allison Iraheta

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[DEVON MARLOWE]

“Well what would you call it, my dear alpha?” Devon asked challengingly. The beta knew very well anything her alpha said would be in good humor. That’s just how they were, the two of them. It didn’t bother Dev in the least to have this kind of relationship with Keisha. Honestly this is how she saw any best friendship play out. She hoped someone she ever imprinted on would be the same way. Keisha knew how to make Devon feel special and verbally spar with her all at the same time. It was a beautiful thing really. Rare to find. At least for Devon because she was so damn picky about people and what they said. If she didn’t like you in the first five minutes of you talking, then she would never like you. That’s just how it worked. And luckily Keisha was able to break that five minute barrier.

Being a cook certainly did not fit the image Devon had of her working. She would have to be around hot grills, getting all sweaty and dirty from all of the food. She could cook at home no problem. But to make it her job, yea that’s a problem. But of course her friend was probably having problems seeing Dev in any work environment. It wasn’t like she was lazy. In her mind, she was a princess. And a princess should not have to do manual labor. But obviously she didn’t have the college degree to get an office job of any sort. Devon could be a secretary, but let’s be honest about that one…. Devon answering other people’s phone calls, getting their coffees, having to deal with their appointments. Yea, okay. That would be a sight to see. Yea Devon wasn’t really the girl you could picture in any job really. She was good at what she did, and that was swindle people out of money and titles. That’s how she managed to get that far. “The problem is…I’m not a people person…” Devon stated and made a face. That was one of the many problems she had.

“Don’t act so surprised!” Devon exclaimed with mocking hurt. It was true. Devon digging a hole was probably the biggest give away to her tall tale. It was more like she made some helpless boy dig a hole. One that succumbed to her charms and thought he would be getting something out of the deal more than sweat and sore muscles. “Listen here…I dug a hole to China where I went on this great adventure. I would have told you all about it but you hurt my feelings.” The beta was completely joking around with Keisha. She knew her alpha would get a kick out of the act. It wasn’t a competition to see who would grovel and break first with them. It was more like Devon would eventually tell Keisha because she loves being eccentric and loves telling stories that make no sense. It was all part of her charm really.

“Well then what’s stopping you? We could use the money! Come on, I’ll be your pimp and Pete can be your off hand bodyguard. It’ll all work out,” Devon joked, clearly. Devon as a pimp, Keisha as a whore, and Pete as a bodyguard…only one of those things would really work out. Dev would make an awesome pimp. Really! The girl would know what clientele to hit and what they would like. Keisha may have been a good judge of character but Devon was the master at reading people and manipulating them. She didn’t rule New York City by just walking down the street after all. She had to work her way to the top somehow. And when she couldn’t possibly move any further, she moved onto the next city. It happened for the last hundred years until she ran into the Catori siblings. They had ruined her streak by domesticating her. In all honesty, Devon might complain about it nonstop but she was truly happy to finally have a family she could be herself with. She didn’t have to use bullshit to win them over, and certainly didn’t have to manipulate them into doing anything for her. That’s what family was.

The brunette just shrugged, it was all good. She managed to find some pasta and left over ham from the night’s dinner. It was just a matter of finding something to turn into sauce. She would use butter but they seemed to not have that. What house runs out of butter? A house with three hungry shifters that also was the pack’s main house, when you really think about it. “Find something that we can use as sauce, because we have a shit ton of seasoning, but nothing to turn into actual sauce.” Surely Dev knew the kitchen better than Keisha; she was the one doing all the cooking and was in there the majority of the time. But it would be nice to have a second pair of eyes. Plus Dev had been staring at the place for a couple hours now, it could be possible that she missed something. Unlikely, but possible.