Pack Queen ( under editing)

Chapter 32: wolf like me

Chapter 32 : wolf like me

"Got a curse I cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
When the moon is round and full
Gotta bust that box, gotta gut that fish" — tv on the radio

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The  odds , no really knows what they are , but what are they really? What are the odds that you'd make it to the egg with a million other competitors swimming to the same goal. What are the odds you make it into the world after? What are the odds that you somehow manage to not catch the many disease seemingly designed to kill you . So many odds to beat . But these are things we all have  faced.

Now what are the odds that you have some hidden magical ability, a possible family legacy of occult books and you and your boyfriend get chased down in the Forrest by some beast he gets bitten and is healed the next day. What are such odds? The way things are looking there not a astronomical as one would think.

Life is odd, one day things are one way another there not . I don't know how to feel about anything anymore , I use to think that i knew what was in store for me. Then I met Finn. an though part of me loathes him, I like to remember him how he was or atleast how I thought he was .I will say that knowing him changed me, changed my whole world I'd like to think for the better . I probably never would've interacted or met Robin had it not been for him. That I'm thankful for . Whatever the outcome of whatever we had was Robin was something to show for it.

Knowing Robin in itself is an experience. he was a lot like Finn in terms of ideology. Robin's in love with the world and I'm sure the worlds in love with him as well. He was the complete opposite of me he had a bright and positive attitude I a pessimist him
An optimist. If i was the moon I'm sure that Robin was the sun.  he was in high spirits , he never liked to be down and did whatever he could to bring up others. He loved animals and had a special love for cats though his parents would never let him get one . I adored the times he would go off in Japanese . He was really proud of his heritage , even kept a samurai sword by his bed for " intruders". He had taught me a few words in his parents native tongue, he loved to cook, which was great because I couldn't,

His parents cooking was the best , he was an avid eater of sushi and even more avidly ramen . An for someone who consumed as much food as he did he seemed to never put on a pound.  At any given time outside of work or school you could find him with me or skating . I love to lay on him and hear his heart beat in his chest, feel the heat radiating off him and into my own warm being . My own personal Sun , I'd look up into those dark pools and absolutely nothing mattered. It was as if we were what we were mento to be. Before the world had anything to say about it . We weren't teenagers , black or Asian , tall , skinny, fat , nerd , skater , straight , gay , bi , poor ,rich , boy or girl . We were just two people , who could die just as quick as the last second had past experiencing a human existence in each others arms . An there was something so precious about it  that the thought of  it haunted me,

Robin didn't care, he seemed almost unfazed at the prospect that he could've been killed in that Forrest . Then again that's the kind of guy he was , nothing could get him down , couldn't say I was too surprised this is the same kid that has broken every bone in his body yet still picks up a skateboard eagerly seeking his next injury . But I'd think atleast the prospect of his own death would rattle him . I on the other hand couldn't think of anything else. Being chased in the dark by that beast unsure of what direction you were going in.  , I hate to think of what more could have happened, Robin entered the hospital with 2 ravaged ligaments. He wasn't suppose to be out for some time and there were talks of surgery and now as if magically he was healed of all physical ailments.