Ellen looked at her mom with wide confused eyes. "But I don't wanna do the paso with Derek. He's too tall!" Ellen whined as she sent said boy a glare.
"Ellen, you and Derek have been working on the paso for weeks. Why don't you want to do the recital with him?" Elizabeth Night asked her daughter with a frown on her face.
The five year old brunette's brown eyes looked at Derek's green gaze. She took in the frown and furrowed brows that often frightened the younger pack members. But Ellen had never been afraid of Derek, much to her brother's frustration. "Mama, he'll step on my toes, again," she muttered the last part.
Derek's frown deepened as he heard Eleanor's comment about stepping on her feet. It had happened once, and to be fair she had stepped away too late. "You're no cupcake, Eleanor," he mumbled as he glared out the window.
Two sighs came from the bickering children's mothers. Talia knelt down in front of her god-daughter, she studied the five year old girl in front of her. She looked very much like both her father and her mother. The young werewolf stubbornly looked down at her black mary-jane shoes, refusing to look into the dark eyes of Talia Hale.
"Ellen, don't you want to show your family what you've learned in your dance classes?" Talia asked as she gently brushed a piece of brown hair behind her ear.
Ellen's eyes flashed from brown to golden amber as her emotions got the better of her. "No."
Talia sighed but moved away knowing that she wouldn't win against her god-daughter. The Hale alpha shared a look with Elizabeth. She got up and moved to her office to make a phone call.
Ellen sat in her spot on the floor, avoiding everyone's gaze. Derek was in the window seat, he let his attention stay on the others who were playing outside. Elizabeth sat in one of the arm chairs with a frown as she looked between the five year old girl and eleven year old boy.
Elizabeth knew Derek and Ellen were close, closer than the two packs truly knew. Ellen and Derek often gravitated towards each other, just naturally. Sometimes, like today, they would be stubborn but not want to leave the other. Both were waiting for the other to give in to doing the recital. But neither was willing to admit it. She sighed as she waited for the big guns to arrive.
TBC
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