The Believers

Phoenix: I woke up with a bad headache, which wasn't improved by the amount of light all around. So I closed my eyes again and tried to roll away from the light but was stopped by the sharp pain in my ribs. Obviously Aubrey was really pissed with my refusal to submit to the RCT last night. It shouldn't be too much of a problem, I mean, I'm still loyal too my pack, I just don't like taking orders from some puffed-up Alpha. Anyway, my goal is too lay low for now. I came to Australia for a reason, and I'm not going to be a chicken-dog and back out now. I was sent to Australia to find the One, the true heir to the Canine Throne. Last centuries' ruler was a boy, so now I am looking for a girl. Only problem is that she won't become a full Bitch until she meets her mate, so really I'm looking for a single, pure blooded, average teenager, who frankly, could be anyone. Joy. Caroline: I've never really liked cats. They're too regal and cold hearted. Dogs, on the other hand, I love. If you show them any form of affection once, they'll love you forever. Even if you refuse to feed them or beat them with a stick (not that I've tried either of those), the dog will still come back and apologise for whatever it was that made you do that. It's like something a friend of mine said once; 'the dog says: you feed me, you pet me, you put a roof over my head. You must be god. The cat says: you feed me, you pet me, you put a roof over my head... I must be god'. Yeah, cats are like that. Caroline Watson is your average, teenage orphan. But she is also, unknowingly, the future Queen of all that is Canine... Dun-dun-dah!!!................................... :D