Lupine: Pigs Might Fly
A prank war? At the Silver Springs Orphanage? That just spells disaster!
When Lupine takes the night off and goes out on a 'Girls' Night', she leaves her mates in charge of the orphanage. What could possibly go wrong? Everything, that's what.
Edmond does a runner, the creepy twins' bedroom is infested with spiders, things are seen that can't be unseen and first kisses are ruined.
The result? A prank war like none other before it. Castalia wants revenge and she knows just how to get it.
Will Lupine's mates survive one night without Lupine at the Silver Springs Orphanage?
Maybe they would, if it wasn't Friday the 13th!
Lupine: Pigs Might Fly is a Lupine bonus book from USA Today Bestselling Author, Hanleigh Bradley and is written in the Silver Springs multi-author universe.
“You’re not my dad!” Castalia is screaming at the top of her lungs. “You’re… You’re…”
She struggles to find the words, and I consider making a few suggestions. But really none of the words I want to suggest are suitable for her ears. And Lupine would definitely murder me if I encouraged any of the children to swear.
Wren and Enzo are sitting at the kitchen table, both struggling to hold in their snickers. When did they become friends? I’m not sure I like it. I’m used to them being at each other’s throat. It’s the way it’s supposed to be. We’ve been enemies for longer than I can remember.
Or at least we were until we all moved to Silver Springs and found Lupine.
“I might not be your dad, but I’m still in charge right now.” I try to sound serious and authoritative. Where is Lupine when I need her? I’m really not the best at the disciplinary stuff. Enzo or Wren could help. If they could pull their heads out of their arses for a second, that is.
“I want to go out with Amon!” I swear there’s something wrong with her voice. It should not go that high. It can’t possibly be natural. And when did she become so whiney?
“It’s too late.” Why am I even trying? This isn’t my responsibility. I should never have allowed Jacqueline to take an early night. “It’s already nine o’clock.”
“Amon wants to catch the last showing at the cinema.”
“Where is Amon?” I ask.
When I came to live with Lupine at the orphanage she manages, it didn’t seem like a bad idea to have such a big family. It’s not that different from being a lifelong member of the Cortesse mafia. We’ve always felt more like a family than a crime syndicate.
And that’s how my mate, Lupine, sees the children at the orphanage. They are her family. She loves them. Then again, when they are not pranking us, they are pretty easy to love. Or when they restrict their pranking to Enzo Rossi. That’s always entertaining to watch.
But now that Amon and Castalia are dating… It’s got me thinking about what we’ll do when our little Luna wants a boyfriend. We’re quite a long way off that, but it’s still a concern. I don’t like the idea of Castalia with Amon. He’s definitely a bad influence. Not to mention, he’s too old for her. Something I’ve told Castalia, much to her annoyance.
Of course, the little witch then asked me outright if I was too old for Lupine, seeing as how I was three years older than her, the same damn age gap between her and Amon. She actually laughed when I said that was different. Teenagers are hard work. And Castalia is the worst of the lot. She has a smart remark for everything.
She pauses for a second.
“He said he’d meet me there. He’s getting the bus from his academy.”
“Wait. So, he wants us to let you walk to the cinema on your own?” I cross my arms stubbornly as I mutter under my breath, “Some gentleman.”
The glare Castalia is giving me makes it obvious that she’s heard me, but I don’t feel guilty. I like Amon but I don’t like Amon with Castalia. It’s bizarre. I have no idea where this paternal need to protect the irritating witch has come from.
I mean, she’s not really annoying. At least not when she isn’t turning the entire town into farmyard animals.
“You! You’re a—”
I wish she’d just finish that sentence already. It really shouldn’t be that difficult. She splutters momentarily before huffing out of the room.
“Well done, Camden,” Wren says with a smirk. The sardonic bastard is enjoying this. “You handled that well.”
“Although it’s not like it’s a school night,” Enzo adds. “One of us could have driven her.”
And now I feel like a dick. Except it’s still late, and she wants to watch the last showing at the cinema with a boy she really shouldn’t be dating. Late night showings at the cinema are make out central. And what film are they seeing, anyway? Did she even tell me that? I wouldn’t put it past her to sneak into something she shouldn’t be watching.
“Maybe we should ask Lupine if she wants to go see a movie,” Wren suggests. “We can take over the back row and throw peanuts at Amon if he tries to kiss Castalia.”
“Are you saying I should have let her go?” I ask hesitantly.
If this is anything to go by, we’re going to be a disaster when Luna is a teenager. Too many parents; too many differing opinions.
“Maybe,” Wren replies with a shrug. He doesn’t really care either way. “All I know is Castalia is going to be a mardy bitch for a week now.”
He’s not wrong. But surely, we shouldn’t base our parenting decisions on wanting to avoid Castalia having a hissy fit or two. Damn it. This parenting thing is difficult. Lupine makes it look so easy.
The living room door slams open and Castalia rushes back into the room, her face like thunder.
“If we’re not allowed to go to the cinema,” she says between gritted teeth, “will you buy this movie for me.”
She gives me her phone and I look at the screen to find some old black and white film that I really can’t imagine Castalia or Amon watching.
“You want to watch this?” I ask.
“Not really. Amon and I were going to watch the new version in the cinema and then he was going to help me with my English paper tomorrow.”
Damn it. She’s got me. And the gleam in her eye tells me she knows it. She’s using the homework trump card. I open my mouth to say that I’ll drive her to the damn cinema, but Enzo cuts in.
“Wait just a second, missy. You’re supposed to read the book, not watch the film.”
We really sound old now. I can remember doing the exact same thing when I was in school, and I can imagine Enzo and Wren were no better, so we can’t really judge her for it. And what’s more, Enzo definitely sounds like my dad.
“I’ve already read the book. I just didn’t understand it. It’s barely in English.”
“It’s Shakespeare,” I retort. It doesn’t get any more English than that. Not that I’ve ever been particularly good at understanding it either.
“You can always ask Juniper’s dildo,” Enzo mutters under his breath.
“Get your coat,” I tell her because I’ve had enough. And I want to drop her off quickly so I can get back before Lupine comes home.
Lupine went out for drinks with a couple of her girlfriends tonight and it seems like the kids saved up all their naughtiness for the last month. Lupine has only been gone a few hours, and yet the creepy twins have been telling the younger children ghost stories about the old lady ghost across the street, Edmond has done a runner—luckily, he didn’t get too far before Rehan chased after him—and Evangeline spent a solid hour on the roof, refusing to come back down.
You don’t really need an imagination to picture the impossible here. The impossible is an everyday occurrence.
“I don’t need a coat.”
I almost growl. Why does everything have to be hard work?
“It’s raining,” I tell her in my most reasonable voice. It’s weird. Usually, it’s Wren and Enzo that can’t keep their tempers in check.
“Fine. Whatever.” She flips her curly hair behind her and flounces out of the room.
Just one night. Tomorrow night Lupine will be home, and our little orphanage will revert back to its usual chaos. I’d take that mayhem over a night with these hoodlums without Lupine any day.
Grabbing my car keys, I grunt my goodbye to Enzo and Wren, ignoring their barks of laughter. I make my way into the hall, where Kalen is coming down the stairs with baby Luna in his arms.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Dropping Castalia off at the cinema.”
“At this time of night?”
“That’s what I said,” I mutter. But my mood lightens when Luna smiles up at me. Her eyes are wide and definitely not sleepy. “What’s this little wolf doing awake?”
“I’m not sure. She’s restless.” He shrugs his shoulders.
Castalia barges between us. “Let’s go!”
Rolling my eyes at Kalen, I follow the witch out of the orphanage. It’s still light out and the rain isn’t particularly heavy, more like a weak shower than a heavy downpour. It’s stuffy and humid. And I wish I was back inside where the air conditioning is working overtime.
“It’s too hot for a coat,” Castalia grumbles as she runs down the path to my waiting car.
She’s not wrong, but I don’t tell her that. Never admit that Castalia is right. It’s a fate worse than death.