For Moon's Sake!

Chapter 2: Novel Cliches and Werewolf Names

        It was hell. The entire ride to the high school, I was literally fighting back my own urge to snap as twittering voices and face-sucking sounds filled the small interior I found myself trapped in. It was morning for moon’s sake! How did they have all this energy? Must be one amazing breakfast served in the Pack House. Just one more day and I’d be there… Now that I was thinking about it, this sounded like an even larger level of hell…

               Beside the bus, higher rank wolves took off in the vehicles their mommies and daddies could afford. Just watching them turned my stomach at how easy they had it, how nice it must be to spend their money any way they please. Glancing over at my twin, all I could see was the envy. Envy of their cars, of their lives; envy of their rank and status over us all. No one wanted to be low on the totem pole. Which is why I had to force my brother to do better, not for my sake but for his!

               I honestly didn’t know how much my brother could continue to take. He was strong, though a little untrained, he was as handsome as any werewolf male, and he had the ability – but because our parents were low-ranking, we automatically were considered low. ‘Like trash,’ I thought bitterly to myself.

               ‘What are you thinking about?’ My brother’s voice whispered into the special link we shared due to being born twins.

               ‘How fucking stupid being in a pack is when the social hierarchy of your parents determines your placement and the future placement of your pups. Honestly it’s just fucking stupid.’

               ‘I don’t disagree on that, but there isn’t a thing we can do about it. That is our life within our pack.’

               I snarled in my mind, my own upper lip physically lifting. Yeah, I bet that was a sexy facial expression.

               ‘No wonder you’re single, sis. That was not a pretty look.’

               I snorted. Like I really care what any of these wolves thought of me. Like I cared if I was pretty or not. Who needed looks? They left you after years of living anyway. Looks weren’t a focal point of my life, they were meaningless. ‘I’ll show you an even more disturbing look if you don’t move your giant ass out of the seat, the bus has stopped.’

               James chuckled, grabbing his bag and moving into the isle with other wolves, trying to shove his way through like everyone else. Standing up and slinging my bag back into place, I pinched the bridge of my nose before stepping out and slamming into my brother’s back.

               ‘Now Rue…’ my brother started.

               “For moon’s sake! Move your fat asses you lazy bitches,” I yelled at the gossiping she-wolves in front of my brother.

               ‘…keep calm…’

               ‘Too late for that…’ I growled.

               ‘Noticed.’ I felt him wince through the link.

               The girls just glanced back, seeing nothing but my brother as he out-muscled me as well as stood a good four inches taller than my 5’3” height. They just snickered and seemed to choose to drag themselves slower, causing me to grit my teeth. This continued until the bus driver gave everyone a pointed look that was easily translated into words; ‘Get the hell off this bus!’

               It was a little funny, I had to admit, watching them get their asses handed to them. What wasn’t funny was the fact that he was still staring like it, even after they filed off the bus and I came to pass him in line. That just made me want to swat at him for some reason then remembered worse people were behind. Instead of swatting him, I just smirked and climbed off the bus after my brother.  Someone else can deal with the driver’s hissy fit.

               “Why are we forced to go here again,” I mutter under my breath.

               “Because silly, werewolves don’t shed money.”

               At the sound of James' trying to play light to the situation caused my muzzle to twitch. “Oh, that’s right. We gotta get our learning on so we can work for the man. Yay us, paying our pack dues, slaving our days away, and fighting on rogue bastards all night so our alpha can sleep nice and tight between some bitches’ thigh. Oh hey, that rhymed!” I snickered and shot a glance towards the parking lot, watching cars pull in. Raising an eyebrow and resisting to flip them the bird because, let’s be honest, that could probably land my ass somewhere I didn’t want it.

               “Come on, Rue. School will start in a bit so let’s grab some breakfast.”

               That sounded good. After all I was pretty hungry from just graving a handful of morning grub at home. After all, we were growing wolves, we needed some fuel to keep our fires burning.

               “That was corny.”

               I blinked a moment then grinned at my brother, realizing I had said that out loud. “I have my moments. It’s why you love me right?” Looping my arm with my twin’s, we headed into the school instead of piling around where the majority of the pack was. Seriously sometimes I think people are just idiots. All those gay werewolf books out there that talk about the scene my pack was clearly displaying, but the 3% of human population at my school just didn’t fucking see it. I didn’t know who was denser.