Adopted by a pack of wild animals

he's a wolf

Dear readers,

heeeeeey!!! I'm back! sorry this chapter took so long...my next chapter for sure wont be as dramatic. lol It'll have some fun in it and probably more characters. I hope you guys like it and all that whatnot. Love you guys!!! Sorry I dont gots much to say I may have my next chapter up tomorrow or the next day. You know having a kid makes it a little difficult to update on a regular bassis but I'm at least trying lol. hope you guys like it.

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Kriss Paradise

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It’s been two days since my little episode encounter with Malic Wulfrith, who seems to be somehow leader of this little Wulfrith clan. Needless to say I did finally get my glasses back. It was interesting if you ask me, the way they treated each other it was as if they were a pack of wild animals most of the time. Malic being leader with his weird demanding aura, and strong personality; yet actually being the son of Mr. Wulfrith’s brother. Then again Daphne did say that this house was kind of referred to as ‘the pack house’ whatever that means. All I know is that for a few weeks only a few people are still in the house and I would meet everyone else later. And for some reason no one thought a 19 year old boss of…well everyone was strange. Since mine and Malic’s little encounter he has only been ‘keeping an eye on me’ lately as if trying to figure out a puzzle. It was actually really uncomfortable to me, feeling someone stare at me or constantly glance at me whenever I entered a room. It was also lot more than intimidating to just be in the same room as him, let alone being near him. It was as if you could feel the demanding authority that oozed off of his body. I wont deny that it was attractive, but he was extremely scary to me. Seth continued to refer to Malic for some reason as ‘Alffy’ it was a cute nickname, but I wasn’t to sure how he got that name since Malic and Alffy don’t sound familiar at all.

“I dunno Clementine…maybe I should try to just hide out in this room for a while, and hope he forgets I’m even here.” I mutter to my pet spider jars.

Clementine was my pet wolf spider I had caught while living in the orphanage a full month before I moved here with the Wulfrith’s. I couldn’t just leave him behind since it was like leaving an actual pet and Clementine was a real pet to me, even if he is a wild spider after 3 weeks of keeping him he actually allowed me to hold him in my hands. Of course that doesn’t mean anyone else gets that privilege, I feed and give him water as well as a mini terrarium. Though being in such a big clean house it was a bit difficult to get outside without someone noticing me and asking why I was going outside or what I was holding in my hands when I find grasshoppers for him. I remembered gently stashing him in my suitcase as to not forget him and putting his jar under my bed so I wouldn’t need to get rid of him. To be honest I didn’t really know if the Wulfrith’s would even let me keep him, I know the nuns would have freaked out if they ever found out I kept Clementine.

I sighed wistfully as I lifted up his jar a little with of my hands to peer inside of it to look at him only to pause and gasp, “Clementine?!” his jar was empty say for sand, a lone rock I put it in and a small stick with a water bottle cap next to it filled with water. I sat up quickly off of my bed and rotating the jar quickly hoping he was just blending in with the sand.

“AAAAHHHHHH!!!!” A loud high pitched scream echoed down the halls of the Wulfrith estate.

Oh-no! My heart dropped as I quickly jumped up off of my bed and darting towards the door Clementine’s jar still in hand. I gulped down as I pushed my glass up on my up the bridge of my nose as I shifted my head from side to side hoping that whoever was behind the scream didn’t have anything to do with Clementine. Turning my head to the left I spotted a small little crumpled up form shaking in a corner. I gasped quickly setting Clementine’s jar down and rushing down the hall to the poor little boy shaking and crying in fear. I slid to a stop and dropped down to my knees wrapping my arms around the poor little boy Kayne.