Pack Runt

Let's Hang Out

It felt like an eternity to get back to my cabin. Once I reached for the door handle and opened the door I was greeted with somthing unexpected.

Horribly unexpected....

There siting on the old sofa with his feet propped up on the coffee table was Peter Dawnwood.  Making himself at right home with a big vicious smile plastered on his face as he stared at me in the open door. But he wasn't alone.

Harris Alexander, one of RiverMoon's best fighters, is currently rummaging through the kitchen drawers as if he's looking for somthing. It seems he doesn't notice my presence or maybe doesn't care cause he speaks to Peter with his back turned away. "You think he's hiding any cigarettes here?"

From down the hallway another voice loudly says, "He doesn't even have any decent clothes! I highly doubt he's got cigarettes Harris!"

I know that voice... That voice belongs to Fang Ragnulf. Chieftain Tobias Ragnulf son... Fang comes into the living room. He's holding up a old jacket of mine. Well, the only jacket of mine. And one of my nicer shirts.

"Dude, your clothes look like somthing a hobo would wear! But I did find this shirt I'm wearing in your parents closet. Maybe it belongs to your dad? Oh, I guess he technically wasn't your dad."

He raided my closet! And my parents closet! Fang was showing off the shirt he was wearing. It was an old black silk shirt that shined in the light it was also one of my fathers old shirts he kept stored up in a old box a closet.

I found that box two years ago before my mother left me...

"And this one is just so bland!" Fang declared holding up a two toned brown shirt it wasn't to baggy but it also wasn't tight. But since I'm scrawny it always looked big on me so I just tucked away in my closet.

"W-Why are you all here..." I was clutching my wolf pelt tightly.

Peter got up from the couch and made his way towards me. I was pulled inside and Peter slammed the door shoving me in a front of Fang.

"Why we only wanted to check on RiverMoon's favorite mistake." Fang joked. "We heard you were hold up in the medical ward so we've been cabin sitting for you."

"Please just go away..." I begged them. No way they were worried about me.

Fang made a pouting face and put a hand over his chest like he was hurt. "Well isn't that just rude. Don't you think guys?"

Peter cracked his knuckles together. "So rude. We should let him know that he's hurt our feelings."

"Now hang Peter. I got a better idea." Fang said.

Harris, only now speaking since I arrived back, joined in on the conversation with a very confused "Huh?"

Fang turned to look at me. "Luke, why don't we all hang out together."

"What!" Peter began to protest before Harris interrupted him asking Fang why he wasn't letting Peter beat me up.

"Y-You're not actually gonna hang me are you..?"

"Well that completely depends on what you say next. You see Luke, me and the boys here were gonna head over to Howlington in a few days. We also planned to bring another guy with us but he bailed last second. Now we have nobody to carry around all our things."

   So basically he wants me to be their servant for a trip to Howlington. Howlington is the human settlement near the RiverMoon, I've never been there myself since I didn't had any friends to 'hang out' with. I've heard in the sacred past that Howlington was once in a wolf settlement but then they where chased away into the mountains by Hunters. 

"So Luke, it's your choice. You can either join us on a trip to Howlington or I let Peter turn you black, blue and purple."

Honestly I don't like either option, but I had to choose.... "Ok, I'll accompany you guys to Howlington..." I reluctantly agreed.

"Great!" Fang clapped his hands together. "Come on boys, we need to go speak to my father about to some schedule changes. We'll come get you in the morning."

Fang tossed away my jacket to the corner as he, Peter and Harris started to head for the door with Peter punching me in the arm before he left.

The door was slammed shut.

I am all alone in the cabin with nothing but my thoughts. I can already imagine those three dragging me along and pushing me around. Forcing me to carry everything they buy and doing whatever they want. And if I dont they'll beat me up and dump me in alley...

What have I agreed to...?