The Rogue and The Luna(not continued)

Chapter 18

"Get up!!! I wanna shop!"
A little girls voice forcefully enters my ears. I do a weird wolfish groan, along with Skylar, except hers is normal. I guess we weren't expecting Katie to be up early, wanting to shop for god knows what.

"Katie, can you learn to drive so you can shop for yourself??"
Skylar groans in a playful way. Katie appears next to skys side of the bed.

"Nope."
She pops the p. I sit up and look at them with a 'are you serious?' look on my long face. They look at me with puppy eyes. I let out a long howl of my disagreement.

"Please??"

I shake my head. I won't be able to drive or go into the mall.

They both sigh. Then Skylars face lights up. I look at her suspiciously.

"We can act like I'm blind and your my service dog!!"
I let my jaw drop, my face saying 'please tell me your joking'.

I let out a snort before agreeing because I want my mate to be happy.

"I'll go let the doctor know, because she has some blind stuff for god knows what."

I nod and reluctantly follow them down to the pack doctor. After a few minutes of holding Satan in my mind, I'm walking down to the car with her brother, the one that tried to strangle me, Katie and Skylar holding onto my harness bar, acting.

They hid my stitches because people would want to know what happened to a service dog. The doctor told us that I could have my stitches removed by later today, so I can shift back.

I pretend to help her into the car then I get in next to her. I buckle her in, then we start off. Spending a day with Jackson wasn't exactly on my to do list.

I had to pretend to like him, and he had to pretend to like me; which we both know that we hate each other with a passion. My head pounds at the amount of tension in the car, anger and anxiety. Everyone wants this to work, but they also know that me and Jackson with stop at nothing to rip each other's throats out.

I'm so busy thinking, I don't notice that we've pulled into the parking lot. I, of course, get out before my supposed blind mate. People are staring, and I want to growl. Sky places a hand on my back, firmly but gently.

I forgot she can feel my emotions. I oblige to her silent plead and I act. Jackson rubs my head a little too hard, but I still wag my tail. My nails click, filling the silence of the parking lot. The families with young children are trying to get them to stop staring.

I shift the harness around, not wanting the tight, hot, annoying thing that rubs me raw; to be on my body.

Why did they have to make us come? Why go through all this trouble to make us come here?

I have no clue lapis, just use your power to hold Satan back, because if he gets out, all hell will break loose. Pun intended.

I hear him chuckle before locking Satan into a deep sleep in my mind. I didn't even notice we were in a shop that smelled like musty old clothes. I want to wrinkle my snout, but it will look like I'm snarling.

So I settle for a loud sneeze.

"Why is that mutt in here?! There are no dogs aloud in my shop!!!"

I have to refrain from showing her all my pearly whites for the way she was talking to the girls. I hear a slight snarl from Jackson, and I do a weird wolfish grin.

"Excuse me, but she has a right to have this beast in here. I don't think those glasses are working because you would have seen 'service dog' on the vest. So before you decide to shoot off your attitude, I suggest you open your eyes."

Jackson snarls. The room is quiet the the lady is wide eyed. She cleans her glasses before looking at me closer.

"I'm sorry sir, I guess my old eyes aren't in very good anymore. My apologies madam. Please, if you need help, feel free to ask."

She added a fake smile, trying to make it genuine. I can tell that she doesn't like Jackson by the way he protected his sisters. She clearly likes being right.

We head further into the store, and I can't help but notice the woman's disgusted glares as she looks at me. I divide to keep playing along.

Sooner then I hoped, we were face to face with the woman, buying her musty old clothes. Well, they smelled musty. I let out an impatient snort as the lady is taking ten years to just put the clothes in a bag.

I so wish I could yell at her to hurry...

I'm with you there, finally something we agree on.
Jackson's voice invade my mind, breaking the echoing of my sides battling. I smirk inside my head.

I might not kill him anymore.

Gee, thanks Satan.

I'm snapped out of my very short conversation with my inner selves and you could say; when the bags are handed off and we are walking out of that mall. I shake my fur gratefully, wanting the musty smell off it.

Soon enough, I'm relaxing on the plush leather couch, enjoying the scent of Skylar around me. I lay my head down and sleep, containing Satan took a lot of energy.

Sooooo sorry that I like literally disappeared for a while. I lost the interest in writing my stories for a while.

I am trying to get good ideas for chapters but all I can think of are ideas for new stories.

-Deamun