Stubborn and the Mutt

forty four | worthy

My father and I didn't speak about anything. I don't know, I expected him to completely lose his mind the moment I walked in the house, but he simply greeted me and walked about the room. Don't get me wrong, I love not having to deal with everything that has happened last week, but one would have thought we'd at least communicate and find a common ground.

I'm not even sure if I should bring it up or simply go on acting like everything is okay. Everything is not okay, but then again, I'd rather not go through the drama.

School, for the past few days, were okay. I hung with Andrea for the most part, considering Micah informed me he'd be skipping school this week in preparation for the ball ceremony of theirs, that's this Sunday... tomorrow. I'm partially excited; though Micah would rather me not attend, I can't help but feel forward and intrigued as to what it all looks like, the vibe, and all the sorts.

Plus, my hair is done. Silk press that shouldn't last longer than a week, so I 'm hoping it's somewhat still good for tomorrow. After that, I should go back to natural and probably do braids or something.

Here I am, standing besides Matthew. He's humming some random song I've not heard before, and his hands clap according to the beat familiar to him. His hair literally dances in the wind. In the forefront, Andrew is there along with the pack, being monitored by Micah.

The boy is quite easy to identify since I've seen his form a few times. I quickly learn which one Andrew was, since his brother was obviously able to identify him. Andrew is more or less honey brown in colour, and his paws are a lot lighter than the rest of his body. Matthew says he is the same, except his paws are darker.

"Do you guys just... turn into wolves for fun?" I randomly decide to ask, sparing the pack in the distance just a glance before I look at Matthew, who stops whistling and glances at me. "I mean, you know, just for just. Not to train or anything."

"I feel like we turn into humans for the fun of it, and because being human has a lot more to offer, but our true forms? Wolves."

Wow. Never would I have thought that I'd one day know a whole bunch of shapeshifting wolves, knowing that they dwell amongst humans like it's a normal thing. Maybe they are normal, and we're the abnormal for simply being humans with no special talents and powers to our name.

"So..." Matthew grins as he lightly shoves my shoulder with his arm. "It's been a week and some, and I finally get to say... you're finally imprinted on."

I smile, nodding slowly as my hand rubs against the imprint marking around my collarbone. "Yep, that's it."

"Didn't think it would be this soon. I thought for sure, a year maybe. There was so much hesitation there."

"I mean—" I didn't have a choice. "Yeah, things change, plans change. But it is what it is now and I guess I can live with it."

"Being Luna?" I look up at him to see the small smile. "You'd make a great Luna. You've probably heard that many times, but I'm glad you agreed."

"Yeah, well, I can't change my mind now if I wanted to, right?" I joke and the blonde boy chuckles.

"No. I guess you can't."

"How's your mate? And gazing at her from afar?"

Matthew smiles and shrugs, gazing glancing at the packs "She's good. I think she's been a bit stressed out with tests but she's good. Yeah..." he sighs, scratching the side of his head momentarily. "She has this male friend of hers."

"Oh?" My lips curl up to a grin.

"I hate him. He lingers around her so much, and she smells of him. I walked past her the one time. I just wanted to see how close I could get. She smelt so much like him, it was infuriating. I just wanted to crush him in the moment. Tell him to stay away, but that would cause unwanted attention, wouldn't it?"