NADIA
"How? How is this even possible?" I ask in shock, still watching the place in awe.
Everywhere is squeaky clean. Not even an atom of dirt or dust is in sight. Compared to what I saw the first time, the cottage has been converted into something beautiful. Gorgeous, to say the least.
In ten minutes. Ten minutes and nothing more. How did he turn something so dirty into something this clean in just ten minutes.
"I have my ways," he says, smiling at my reaction.
Another vague answer but this time, I am not even bothered that he doesn't want to tell me how he did it.
It is like a magic trick. As if someone did some abracadabra and poof here and there and the messy place was turned into a cottage out of a magazine.
How he did it, I don't know. I am not sure I care either. All I care about is the fact that the messy place is now something to write home about.
"How did you do it, Max?" I ask again, unable to hold in my shock.
It feels surreal. It is too good to be true.
There is no way in hell he was able to clean this place all by himself in just ten minutes. If he had ten friends, which I doubt he has even one here, they wouldn't have been able to pull it off this fast.
Something magical must have happened here and the only creatures I know who are magical in nature are witches. But that is the problem. Witches and werewolves have never been on good terms and I doubt their feud would ever get settled. So how in hell did Max get witches to clean things up like this.
I am almost a hundred percent convinced that no one else would have done such wonderful things in this place that fast like witches.
"Did you summon any witch?"
Maybe I shouldn't have asked him the question since it is quite obvious that he doesn't want to tell me the truth but I can't help it.
There is just no way in hell that werewolves cleaned a place this fast.
Maxwell bursts into laughter at my question, hitting his palm on his knees as waves of laughter rocked him.
I feel embarrassed by his reaction but I don't take back my words. I believe witches and witches alone must have done something like this in such a short period of time. No other person can pull this off.
All it takes is one witch for this place to look like it does now but it would take at least 10 werewolves and thirty minutes to get this place this sparklingly clean.
"Witches hate our kind, Nadia. Where the hell am I supposed to get a witch from? I'd be killed even before I blink." He says in between fits of laughter.
"Then how did you get this done so fast? It's not feasible without magical help, Maxwell. I am not stupid."
"I have no connections with witches, Nadia. I just have some friends that helps me whenever it's necessary. The only reason I didn't want you to stay while they did their job is because of security. They need to be kept a secret so that they wouldn't become Asher's next target. It's not like a don't trust you. It's just better safe than sorry."
His explanation is fair enough and I take it without hesitation.
Now that that has been settled, we have another problem, the initiation ceremony.
I have never been to an initiation ceremony in my life. My former pack never had one while I still stayed with them and even if they did, I never knew about it. Isn't not like I was allowed to attend any social event, after all. If there was actually an event like that, I'd probably be locked up in the basement or doing something like cleaning in the kitchen. Sometimes, one of the warriors would be using—
"Hey, we have little to no time to freshen up and head for the ceremony. You go first. Just take a quick shower, I'll be right in after you." Max says, cutting off my line of thoughts.
I nod my head and rush over to the bathroom, taking a quick shower with water washing soap I saw there. I would have put on my old dirty clothes if not for the fact that in the small cupboard in my room, there was a pile of brand new clothes. They are just my size and exactly the things I would have picked out if I go to the store myself.
I am a little freaked out that he knows exactly what size I am and my taste but I didn't mind it. It takes a conscious man to know what a woman likes and doesn't like.
I put on the new clothes and rushed outside to meet him. Since there is only one bathroom in the house, Maxwell goes in next. We would have to be taking turns until he allows me to reject Asher and imprints on me.
We have less than 5 minutes to get to the packed house and something tells me that they wouldn't be very happy if we came late.
When we finally get to the pack house, only a few minutes late, almost all the members of Asher's pack are present.
As I walk with Max, everyone gives me the stink eye. Mother's draw their children back, telling them to stay away from us both.
If they could bury us alive at that point, I am sure that they will.
They treated us like we have some incurable disease and they need to stay away from us for fear of getting contaminated. Only the warriors didn't cower from our presence.
Their attitude is strange and I linked it with nothing but the fact that we are rogue. They are discriminating bastards.
It made me wonder what rogues did to make them hate them so much.
"You are late. There's punishment for tardiness." Asher says the moment we see him.