Syn

One

Being not human is weird. Like really weird.

I think the best way to describe it is like doing VR. I am watching and participating in a reality that doesn't quite exist.

I don't envy being human. They have far too many things on their paws. Ellie calls them fingers and tells me that eating with them is rude. I tell her just to use her fangs but she doesn't agree with that either.

I've known Ellie my entire life. If there was one thing in this world that was mine, it's Ellie. We share everything and nothing at all. Sometimes what she feels is what I do and yet our personalities are quite different. Our taste in guys also contrast with each other's ideals.

I want a mate that has black fur. That's a power symbol and what wolf doesn't want a strong powerful wolf. Ellie doesn't even believe we have a mate. She thinks that because Pappy left us, no guy will ever look at us again.

I miss Pappy. I do. He was always so nice and gave me the best baths. It's a shame Pappy wasn't really momma's mate. Pappy's real mate is this horrendous looking wolf with beige fur and eyes that scream "I hate you". She also had this resting bitch face. I hate her and tried to tell her once but Pappy got mad at me. Apparently wolves aren't supposed to bite their Stepmommas.

Whatever.

Ever since then, momma has never quite forgiven us.

"J-just give her sometime. Maybe one day she will love us," Ellie said, though her hesitation made me smirk.

I didn't mean to share my thoughts with Ellie. Sometimes it just happens because even though we are two separate entities, we share the same soul. It's kind of alienish but at least I look cute when I shift.

"Right, because doesn't every momma make their kid tidy up after them," I responded, watching Ellie put a wet pot in the dry rack.

"Actually," Ellie sighed, turning on the water tape, "it's quite common. I just wish I wasn't the only one doing it."

I nodded and a huff of agreement left my throat. When was the last time Stepmomma washed dishes, or Pappy?

Ellie continued cleaning the dishes and it was as though my phantom human limbs were moving. Actually, it was Ellie who was in control, moving our arms and exercising.

I hate human exercising. Limbs are not supposed to bend the way theirs do. No wonder they get sore.

Dark hair. Blue eyes. Round nose. Big sigh. Red lips. Scruffy chin. These are the reasons why I love Finn.

Ellie's thoughts entered my head of some boy she was admiring from afar. I barked in awe at her poetry. We were a pair of many talents.

"My turn," I suggested as Ellie wet a cloth under the sink. She wrung it out, letting water drip into the sink before she began wiping down the counters. "Dark fur. Cute nose. Cute ears. That's me! Fluffy tail. Sharp fangs. One of a kin that's Syn!"

Ellie laughed at my rhyme and I peeked up, feeling a wave of happiness wash over me. She shook her head and tutted. "You can't rhyme cute with cute."

"It's the perks of having good looks. Can't say the same about Finn," I sighed making Ellie roll her eyes.

"Everything okay?" A deep voice called making Ellie jump and spin around. The deep voice reverberated around my head giving me headaches.

"F-Finn!" Ellie gasped, making the boy blink. His bright blue eyes looked at her curiously. His scruffy hair was ruffled as if it had just been messed up.

"Did something go wrong with your wolf? You were rolling your eyes into space," Finn asked, leaning against the door frame. His broad shoulders almost took up the size of the doorway.