Ben POV

I closed my Laptop with a sigh, thinking about what the rest of the Gang could be up to on a Friday night. I knew that Hi, Hiram Stolowitski, was off at his synagogue, his mother's request. Hi dodged the services so often that once in awhile Mrs. Stolowitski had to put her foot down, even if it meant dragging him by his ears. I sent a quick text to see if Shelton was busy. We were lucky if we got any service on our island but the test was sent through and I got an almost instant reply.

Sorry man, working on a new theory for P-XPB.

That's cool. I texted back. It's a good thing that he couldn't see my disappointment.

Why Shelton was still trying to understand why we had part wolf DNA was beyond me. I thought it was fantastic but Shelton was obsessed. Obsessed at finding out why exactly we became the way we are and why the version of Canine Parvovirus, Parvovirus XPB-19 (a type of the disease that is infectious to humans), seems to affect our DNA the way it does. That only left me with one other option; Tory.

Tory was the new girl. She had only been here for about half a year and I was still finding it weird having an actual girl living here. I mean an actually girl around our age. She had moved here when her mother had died. It must have come as a shock to her to find out that she had an actual dad. Let alone the fact that he was living on Morris Island, one of the most remote place's in all of South Carolina.

Tory had been quite a surprise. In the few short months that she had been here, she had turned us four boys all around. She really had all of us in a twist, me especially. I don't know what it is but she is just so incredibly different from all other girls at our snotty high school. She was just like one of the boys; only not. Now we had to watch what we said around her and pretend to know exactly what she is talking about, and then, when her emotions hit, they hit hard. None of us know what to do when she starts the tear factor on us.

I decide to leave my house and take a look around to see if I can find her. I head off to the bunker. It's a bit of a trek to find it; especially as the old one was destroyed we had to find an even further bunker. That took a lot of effort. They are so cleverly camouflaged that, the fact that we found the first bunker, was an incredible coincidence. After half an hour's walk I finally arrived at my destination; the infamous bunker. It was hidden by a cluster of ferns. The opening was small and found to the left of the cluster. It's a wonder how adults even fit inside it when it was used in the war. As I crept through the opening I was greeted by a wet slobbery kiss. I recoiled in shock to find Cooper, our little wolf dog pup. He had really started to grow over the last month, especially after he had joined our pack. Tory had made sure that he was feed, everyday. Tory had a small tendency to fall for his puppy eye's trick – after all, he is part dog – and over feed him. I made it my job, when it was my week to be on Cooper duty, to give him a little less than usual to balance out his diet.

'Hey Coop.' I said, ruffling the hairs on his head affectionately.

I heard a small, sweet chuckle come from further inside the bunker. It was Tory, and she seems to have seen the welcome I was just given.

'Hey Ben.' She said, getting up from the small couch situated in the left hand corner.

I, of course, responded only with a small wave. I don't know what it is, but I seem to be no good with words, of any kind. And my lack of verbosity only seemed to worsen when Tory arrived. Speaking became that much harder when there was a girl around. But I had recently started to get over that and decided to start acting like a civilized human being.

'So, why are you in the bunker all by yourself?' I asked simply, confused as to what she is doing here in the first place.

'I'm not alone,' she said, matching my tone of voice, 'I have Cooper for company.' She said with a smile.

When we flash we can communicate with each other telepathically. Cooper, another member of our pack, could also do the same. Though his thoughts are not the most intelligent, he is learning the art of the English language. I have a hunch that Tory has been teaching him.

'And I was just telling him how awful my day has been,' she continued. I gave her a skeptical look. Why would a Friday be terrible? It marked the beginning of our freedom days away from that god dammed awful hell hole of a school we go to.

'And why exactly was your day so horrible?' I ask, an odd sense of sincerity ringing in my voice. She flushed under my gaze, or was it my question. The red blush curling up her neck and spreading to her cheeks was quite cute. The redness of her blush matched her beautiful blue eyes. Wow- I said back pedaling from my train of thought. Cute? Beautiful blue eyes? What the hell was I thinking? This is Tory I am thinking about. Notorious mastermind of all our felonies we committed as we searched for the answers of poor Katherine Heaton's murder, gifted forensic scientist, and in a way; our bossy leader who brings everyone of us in the pack together. So why is it that when I look at her now, I begin to see someone different. I begin to see a pretty girl, with rosy cheeks, blond, slightly disheveled hair and, as I said before, beautiful blue eyes. But when you look closely, her eyes are not blue at all, but a swirl of grey, green and blue with golden flecks laced around the pure black iris. She lets out a groan, regarding her answering my question.

'Do you really want to know?' she asked, hiding her face under her hair, using it to shield her from looking directly into my eyes. She seems embarrassed. It only made me want to know what she is going to say even more.

'Of course.' I say flatly. I really need to work on bringing emotion in to my voice. She lets out a small sigh and says one quiet, simple word.

'PMS.' She says with a small smile. I recoil in shock. PMS? Is that what can ruin a girl's day entirely? Oh god! Just thinking about that sort of thing makes my blood curdle. Tory laughs at my reaction. I must be conveying something across my face which shows my obvious discomfort. Then she laughs openly, throwing her head back as her body begins to shake. Her laughter is infectious and I can't help but slowly join in.