Wolf Ring Alpha (Wolves of Canada)(Hiatus)

Jude

Soooo.... It's Wednesday again. Or at least, it was when I began this chapter. And by the time it gets up, it'll be Thursday, maybe Friday.

Damn.

I'm sorry I can't post this chapter today. As I said last Wednesday, the rents force me to go to this dumb program-thingy so I have to socialize and make friends. But I don't anyways, so what's the point? My dad thinks I can just make friends with anyone... Yeah, dad. Good luck with that one. -_-

P.S. As a side note, my father still hasn't realized that I don't get along with the people he forces me to socialize with. And my mom hasn't got the memo that I can't just be friends with anyone she tells me to befriend.

My parents are stupid. With a capital S.

Oh, yes, and Jude's house is at the side. ^_^

~Rawiya

Jude's house was a mess. It reeked of alcohol and drunk people. And blood. He snuck me up the grimy stairs and into the attic. A bed was pushed up against the wall. Well, I say it's a bed, but it was really just a beaten, dirty old mattress with an equally beaten and dirty pillow and a ratty blanket dumped on top of it that was used for a bed.

Nice pad.

For a rat.

I looked up at him, and he must have seen the astonishment in my eyes because he rubbed me between the ears and smiled sheepishly. "I don't have anything better," he whispered. "Sorry." I nosed his hand reassuringly, and he smiled at me.

It was alright, I supposed. It was the thought that counts, and he clearly just wanted a friend. I could stick with him. Although, what I was going to do on the days and nights of the full moon, I had no clue. Well, I would deal with that when I had to.

If worse came to worse, I'd run away for a couple of days and return when the full moon period is over. Then, if I could, I'd return. But I had no doubt that Blitz was searching for me. His desperation was just beyond the mental barrier I had erected, battering and intense, driving me nuts.

Just because I couldn't feel it directly in my mind doesn't mean that I don't know its there. So, crinking my nose, I flopped down on his mattress, and turned my head to look out the window. It faces north. The way home.

Where Blitz is. The thought makes me whimper with longing, but I can't go back. "Storme?" It takes me a second to realize that Jude is talking to me, but when I do, I look up at him, shielding my emotions from my eyes. It seems to me that he goes through enough without having a depressed dog on his hands.

Correction, having a depressed female Changer posing as a dog while in her wolf form. I'm not a dog. I'm a Changer.

But he was staring at me in concern. He reached out a hand, and ruffled my ears with it. I shut one eye, and opened it when he removed his hand. "You okay, Storme?" He asked me, as if I was a person, not a dog.

Which I was, but he didn't know that. If he did, I'd be a little worried, because no sane human would take in what they called a werewolf. I focused my gaze on Jude, and our eyes met. I made sure to keep any traces of humanity from my eyes, but he still shifted uncomfortably and stood up.

"I'll get you something to eat, okay girl?" he muttered, and I watched him exit the attic bedroom, shutting the dor firmly behind him. I blinked as it slammed shut, startled somewhat. Then I felt insulte, but I pushed it down, simply because he had no idea that I could open doors, whether I was in wolf form or not.