Wolf Ring Alpha (Wolves of Canada)(Hiatus)

Tears of a Friend

Okay people. Somehow the next two chapters of Wolf Ring Alpha got locked... T^T I'm sorry!

And how do you like Blitz's house? Me? I LOVE it! Well, the back of it anyways. I couldn't find anything better than this though. It fits my image of his house almost perfectly!

I'm sorry for being late with this chapter! I had dog-walking to do (don't laugh!) in order to earn money (I'm saving up for a Native American Indian Dog breeding pair so I can be the first Canadian breeder to offer them. Each pup's about 2k. I know, right? Expensive, but worth it.

WAAAAAY worth it. If only I could convince the rents to let me get one..... Gah. I HATE when my parents are pains. -_-

Oh, yeah, and mom and dad were being royal arses. I HAD to go to bed at 10:00 PM and they got anal about it.

Please enjoy this chapter!!

~Rawiya

I had to admit, once I dragged my eyes away from the half-naked male that was wrapped around me, he had a nice room. The walls were mostly windows, looking out onto a gorgeous lake surrounded by trees. The rest was a light, shiny oak.

The floors were wood too. Was easier to clean up than carpet, I had learned. Like puppies, wolf cubs had to be housebroken so they wouldn't ruin the house before they could shift. It was a fact of life. Although  figured that mostly all of the wolves in Blitz's Pack would have been born in human form.

After all, they were all Changers, so they could protect the slow-growing human cubs more than the Mist Rock could. The whole room was clean. Shockingly so. It was kind of like the Cullen's house in Twilight. (Yes, I watched it. Who didn't?) with its shining wood walls and floors, modern decoration and stunning view.

Both stunning views. Blitz's lapis lazuli eyes were locked on mine, and my heart pounded double-time. What was wrong with me?

Nothing. He's ours, so why should we not want to be near him?

Why is he ours? She had no answer, and just returned to basking in his gaze. Well, wasn't she helpful today? Bloody hell, she was never helpful. I swallowed and planted my hands on his chest. His eyes widened, and I sensed his wolf tearing through.

I shoved as hard as I could. "Get off." He rolled off reluctantly, looking hurt. Lupus, now all I wanted to do was kiss him until he forgot I had done such a thing to him. And my wolf was encouraging me. I sat up and jerked a hand through my tangled black hair.

Ouch. I grimaced as it caught on a snarl, and I jerked it through carefully. I eyed him. "You have a hairbrush?"

Of course. It was his voice, but it was in my head. I felt my eyes narrow.

"How'd you do that?"

I don't know. I just...do it. I huffed, and slid my legs over the side of the bed, turning so my back faced him. My toes touched the floor. Brr. Cold. You cold? I glared. As much as both my wolf and I loved hearing him speak to us in a private way, I wasn't (quite) sold on the fact that he knew what I was thinking.

Did you let him in? I snapped at my wolf, who made a mental noise that sounded like a snicker.

Of course not.

Then how'd he get in my head, hm?

Well-

I'm right here you know. His voice echoed through my mind, cutting my wolf off. So, is this what you do in your spare time? My head whipped around and I glared at him before baring my teeth, hissing and standing up.