Kitten In A Pack

Chapter 10 ✔

Raylina

As I'm in the shower I go through, and wash my hair more than just a few times until it's final clean. I then start scrubbing off my body, but freeze in the middle of my task as my inner cat goes crazy. Tensed up by what for a second I think is the most intoxicating smell I've ever caught a whiff of I completely forget what I'm supposed to be doing.

I shake off the thought of what ever that was and settle down my inner cat before finishing up scrubbing all the dirt off me. Once I finish scrubbing I rinse myself off, including my scalp -which has never been softer- and I turn the knob which cuts the water off.

I carefully climb out of the shower and wrap one of the many towels within the bathroom around myself and I wrap another one around my hair. I grab the things I set out from the second drawer, and turn on the faucet with a heavy sigh beginning my work.

My teeth were completely filthy, so I had to brush my teeth several times to get all the puke worthy things out, downside is it took me over 10 minutes in all to floss and brush and floss and brush, and... you get the point. Once I finished just to be safe I grab the extra mouthwash they had and nuke my mouth with it. One less necessity to do, and I'm surprised after all that time my teeth didn't fall out.

Next, I apply deodorant including some perfume. Out of all the choices there was I chose something labeled as, "Blue Glow". In all I think smell better then I have in my whole life.

After the perfume I take off the lower towel that was wrapped around my body, and start to get dressed. I stumble a few times trying to pull on the leggings, but I manage to get the on without making myself decapitated. Once that was done I look at myself in the mirror, and I'm shocked. The sweater hugged my body just right, and I didn't even know my size. Luck of the draw I guess...

I pulled up my shirt, and I gasped at the sight. I was so... so bony. I guess not eating in cat form for the 5 years I was in the pet shop was dangerous. I still get sick when I eat too much, but I would've thought that for me being so... skinny you could say, that I wouldn't have many curves, but no. I look like a healthy version of those crazy models who starve themselves to show their perfect curves.

I shake the thought off and then grab a brush. Putting the brush up at the top of my head I look at the length of my blonde hair. Its so long I would think I'm half way to reaching repunzel. Just as I tug at the hair on top of my head I hesitate, rather than ripping my hair out from the start, I brush from the bottom of the mountains of knots and my my way up remembering the way my sister use to scold me. I almost let out a whimper with the first stroke of the brush. With a lot of struggling, and I mean a lot of struggling, and two hair brushes, I finally get my hair untangled. The length of my hair looks like it will go pass my shoulders when it dries.

I don't feel like having my hair completely down, so I keep my some of my bangs down as if they loosely fell out, and I pull the rest up into a high, but lose ponytail. I don't leave it like that, because I found a beautiful clear beret decorated with turquoise rime-stones to match my outfit earlier. I twist my pony tail, and flip it up and use the beret to keep it in place, finally I make the extra pieces of hair poking out the top of the beret spike in all different directions.

Next I grabbed the make-up, and started applying it. I always saw my mom do hers and she showed me how to do some, so I mainly know how to do concealer and blush. I then grab the Eyeliner. It seemed difficult to apply, but I just do the most I can do, then grab out the I shadow. As I the colors of eye-shadow I grabbed out, I shake my head and return it to the draw I received it from. I know if I put any on I'd just be going over board, and such so I leave it be.

Finally I go to the last thing. As I was young I always had my nails done as presents but now I finally get to do them on my own. First I grab the fake nails and made sure they all fit on with no problems, then I find the nail glue that will keep it on, thankfully... I start applying the nail glue. It's more difficult then I thought it would be. I get them on right, but as I press down access glue shoots out a bit. Good thing I used the permanent type, it will last for a few weeks. I am not looking forward to when I have to reapply those again. I go to look for the nail polish, but I freeze. The scents back. Now I'm sure I'm not imagining it.

The sent was over whelming my inner cat with joy, and I couldn't pin point it. I get this erg to go towards the sent and find whatever's  producing that smell. It's like pine-cones, and blueberries... the two best scents in the world combined in the right way to make an intoxicating mix.

I grab the handle to the locked door, but just before I do I realize I'm the house cat, and it would just alarm the other wolves in the pack, then I'd be dead for sure. They would probably hang up a wanted poster in each hall with a heft reward. I hurry, and race away from the door, and distract myself by looking for the nail polish. Once I find it, I apply on a turquoise colored polish and wait for it to dry before I grab two of the nail pencil things they use for adding patterns, and I make the only pattern I remember doing well when I was little. A mini array or black lines as if it was a black star, and a few dots bellow the black making a neat design.

"What are you doing awake? You should be asleep like everyone else." Wait, who is the alpha talking to out there? I'm not in my cat form. Shit! I try to ignore the conversation by focusing on drying my nails, but I still listen to what they're saying.

"Well I was looking for you when I smelt this- this weird scent that I've never smelt before, and it was so overwhelming my wolf went psychotic." I could here the confusion in his voice and it makes me want to reassure him that his wolf isn't- Wait! What am I thinking !?!?!

"Well that should just be your Mate then." Does that mean what I think it means. This can't be happening...

"Well I'm going in there then" I almost scream. I'm freaking out internally, and it doesn't help that my inner cat is purring louder than a elephant.

"In where?" The Alpha must not realize he meant the bathroom until the person goes to open the door. Luckily it's locked so I have just enough time to shift and slip behind the toilet, in my cat form.

"I swear I just heard her in here. She can't be that far gone. Right? Her sent is still strong." I hear footsteps in the bathroom and I peak around the toilet in attempt to see who my so called mate is.

"I don't know... Now get to bed. That's an order." As the alpha speaks his voice sounds distant as if he's trying to piece the facts together himself. It's then when I catch a glimpse of who he's speaking to. It's his son. Chase, the future spoiled alpha. My impression of him currently is not a nice one.

"Fine." With that I hear footsteps of the guy walking off while my inner cat keeps yelling at me to go after him.

I will not be his mate. I don't want a whiny werewolf man bitch for a mate. End of the line. No mate for this cat.

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