For Moon's Sake!

Chapter 8: Party Begins, Then A Grabby Prick

        “So… I know this looks bad…” Yeah, that was all I could really say when I was jolted awake, Shelly twisting my wrist until I snarled and jerked it back. Gee, love you too!

        “I spent all morning…”

        “I…”

        “And I come in here…”

        “We-well…”

        “Rudolph!”

        I cringed. Damn it did she have to say that? It was forbidden! Yep, my day was ruined now. Best friend broke the sworn oath of all those who had come upon the knowledge of my real name. Bloody demanding grandparents and their denial!

        You see, when my mother found out she was having twins, it was tradition in her mother’s family to never ever find out the gender of the baby until birth – at least not with human science – I am not kidding here. So my mother’s mother and her sisters chose to look back into the old ways of judging gender. Thanks to my fat ass brother, my mother was informed her twins would both be male. (Thank you oh so much you drooling fur ball!) So my mother asked what she should name us.

        Yep, you guessed it. My brother got James Starling and I got stuck with Rudolph Starling. I mean sure, mom tried to stress I was a girl to the woman who named me, but she must have been a senile old bat to push that the “old ways” are never wrong and that I was just feminine. Yeah, pretty fucking feminine if showering and taking a piss told me anything about myself. So my mother took to calling me Rue as long as the old bat wasn’t around.

        Damn Shelly had to visit one of the unfortunate times my grandmother had come and gotten one hell of an ass chew for calling me Rue when I had a perfectly fine name that suited me plenty. Then that old bat opened her mouth and the rest is history. Luckily Shelly understood to shut her now Nick sucking trap and never mention my name again on word of oath. Oath that bitch just broke in the worse place. Good thing I love her and these damn rooms were sound proof or I may have strangled her on her mate’s bedroom floor.

        “Shelly…” my brother growled her way, catching her slip and understanding what could possibly come of it. Like, oh, I don’t know, humiliation for life? Yeah, I could really do without feeling like I need to strangle sick witches of werewolf bitches every day.

        But she didn’t hear him and continued to chew me out for falling asleep while she was humping Nick in our shared room on her bed. Wait! It was on her bed right? Oh moon please tell me I don’t need to invest in some lighter fluid and a box of matches.

        “…now I have to fix…” My best friend continued…

        “Shelly-“ My brother began.

        “Hun…” Nick mumbled.

        “Hey James….” I began to beg.

        “Tell those twins to hurry the hell up! Bryan just got back with a truck load of booze and we want to get this party started,” someone yelled from the first floor, our bedroom door open for our ears to perk up and hear it.

        “Alright, Nick, James? You look great so take your fine asses-“

        Nick growled at his mate for her choice in words, his eyes narrow, flickering from her to his best friend.

        “Oh for the love of the Moon Goddess, not like that, Nick!”

        I snickered as Shelly’s face began to grow red, almost like someone dusted it with crimson powder or perhaps even finger paint.

          “All male werewolves get the hell down those stairs so people will shut their yacking traps!”

          She must have added something through the mate link she had with Nick as well, because his face suddenly washed with fear and he turned on his heel dragging my brother out of the room and down the stairs were someone shouted “Finally” and someone else yelled in a rather eardrum piercing soprano “Where’s Rugly?”

        Shaking my head, I glanced over at Shelly and smirked. “You so threatened Nick’s sex life didn’t you?”

        “Well… maybe just a little.” She smiled.

         “So when is he going to catch on that denying him means you would be denying yourself, which is something you would never do?”

       She broke out into a laugh, her shields obviously up so Nick couldn’t catch what she was thinking about right now. “And that, my little Rue-doe, is why we will always be superior to the male of the species.”

      “Hmm. I like it!” Laughing with her, I let her fix my smudged make-up, unrumpled my “just had sex” appearance, and looped her arm in mine.

      “Let’s go show those bitches!”

      I just rolled my eyes. I didn’t give a damn about showing anyone. I was happy just being the bitchy bus wolf. Life was good in the background. Deadly Wallflower. I liked it. It was a good fit for me as long as James didn’t get me into stupid conflicts.

       Like the one at breakfast. The one at lunch. The one coming up that may very well cost me my very breathing body – which, let’s face it, I’m pretty damn attached to.

      “This had better not be the fucking death of me,” I growled out, gnashing my teeth together before putting on a fake smile.

        “Oh don’t be a party pooper! Think of it this way, free booze and no “adult” supervision. Drink, dance, find your mate, and get a good loving fuck."

       I know horror was written all over my face when she glanced sideways at me and burst out laughing. “Come one, Rue-doe. You got to let your hair down and live a little every once and a while. Finding your mate will defiantly be good for you.”

         “I was wrong.”

        She tilts her head and we stop walking into the masses of horny drinking werewolves. “Wrong about what, Rue-doe?”

         “This party won’t be the death of me.”

         “That’s the spirit!”

           “My damned mate will!”

          She threw her hands up in the air, clearly frustrated with my lack for luster attitude. Yet before she could say something, a meaty male wolf paw landed on my left shoulder and sent shivers through my body anyone could fucking see.