Well, There Goes My Life

I couldn't think straight. My mind was buzzing insanely. I didn't have control; I didn't know what to do. My wolf had taken over for me.

That didn't help because she was on a mad rampage too.

I growled and snapped as Sam tried to hold me down to see the damage. We didn't let him. I actually lunged for his throat. Dad held me back, his eyes, a stunning amber.

"Let me GO!" I trembled.

Dad growled, it didn't help my control one bit. I could barely see Sam glare at him. I think I was the perfect picture of a rabid animal, oh well.

Another dominant walked in.

"Porsche, stop." He demanded.

I didn't listen. All those years of fucking faking submissive went down the drain; I was so dead right now.

Dad looked at me. I held his gaze which made him angrier than anything else I had done. Not even the damn tattoo had him this worked up. Well, then again, Jesse had dyed her hair every other day when she was younger so I guess it wasn't a real surprise.

Well, where is Charles, I'll need some help if I'm to die.

"Porsche." Bran sounded surprised, but only mildly. I'm telling you the man can read minds. He knew it was going to happen! He had it coming.

"What!" I snapped. I was still fighting Sam and Dad's futile attempts to get me to stay still.

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I lost track of what happened, but after Samuel managed to get most of the stupid silver out I was left in the "safe room" as a wolf. I had finally managed to Change.

No, my Changes weren't nearly as painful as they should have been. They were short, simple, and to the point. One second I'm human, pop, wolf! I guess I got it from my mom. Of course, I was on the small side as well thanks to her. Not much to be too excited about.

Well, mom says otherwise. She says not being Moon Called is the best thing in the world. I pretend to believe her, but that's only because I can't really speak about it. I've never been Moon Called I don't know how bad it is.

Moon Called, usually a term used for someone who's made the Change after being mauled by one of them.

Half-breed, a very common term for something like me, I'm only the second wolf in history known to be born a wolf.

Of course, I'm part Coyote, but it doesn't show too much.

I heard arguing upstairs and I raised my head from where it had fallen on my paws. I had pretty much given up trying to break free after the others yelled at me for breaking three of the bars. I actually matched the record for most silver bars down that is currently held by Charles!

YAY ME!

Now that my little secret is out, I don't have to listen to them, but maybe if I do they'll think it was a freak accident. They tend to be stupid enough.

Dad was shouting again. I heard something break.

How long will it take before someone realizes glass objects should now be kept around wolves?

"…It's the only way she'll be controlled." I heard Bran explain calmly.

"Mating?! She's fifteen!"

Ew, my wolf cringed at the word. Mate. Not something I was really looking at as an option at the moment. Just set Charles on me, I'll be dead in moments. I'd really rather die than have that to look forward to.

I howled to get their attention.

"…someone isn't happy." Sam chuckled.

"What do you expect, she took after Mercy."

Mercedes! Porsche! LET'S NAME EVERYONE AFTER CARS!

Wow, silver goes straight to my head. I struggled to get to my feet, but my one front leg still wasn't holding up quite right. I growled at it, like that would make it any better. I did manage to stand up, but I was limping like a total idiot at the moment.

FOOD! I smelled actual edible food! I hobble-raced to the corner of the cage nearest to where the scent was coming from.

I did what all dogs do.

I barked.

It was Anna. Was that really a smart idea? She smiled as she pushed the plate/dog bowl thing under the little gap in the bars made for that reason. I gulped it down hungrily, I hadn't eaten in hours and the meat didn't taste horribly, even though it was pretty much raw.

Blech, freezer-burn. It was frozen too.

Oh well.

I could care less that I was being fed out of a dog bowl in a huge silver cage by one of those stupid Omega wolves. I had Changed so many times in the past twenty-four hours and the fight hadn't helped any of my sanity or starvation.

"I think Bran wants to talk to you." She told me kindly, "He'll be down after he's finished talking to Adam."

I whined.

"You're not going to die, Porsche." She assured me.

I frowned the best I could, but a wolf's mouth can't really do that.

"I guess you can hear what they're saying." She nodded.

I sighed and sat back. There's always the option of drowning myself I suppose.

"Do you want to Change back to tell them? I can get you clothes." She offered.

No matter how long I had lived with the pack here, I never got used to the fact that Anna is so kind and caring.

Well…then you meet her in battle and you're doomed.

But, other than that, she's pretty cool to hang around with. I liked her. I watched as she went to get clothes from wherever they had been put in this building. I'm pretty sure if you just dug under a bit of snow up here there'd be brand new sweats and a t-shirt to put on. She came back not even seconds later.

"Thanks." I muttered when I had changed. Damn, I was hungry again.

"Anytime." She smiled.

I sat down, still sore, and brought my knees to my chin.

"An arranged marriage can't be that bad." She spoke softly.

"Yeah it can, when you're going to end up with an ancient wolf from the year 2,000 BC." I told her indifferently.

She laughed.

We both turned around when we heard footsteps. Finally, they reached the stairs. When the Marrok arrived I looked down at the floor.

"Give up the act." My dad said angrily. I brought my gaze up to meet his, but his eyes were brown like they were supposed to be.

Bran looked; well, mad is over doing it. He actually looked quite impressed. So this is the perfect example of an insane old man who thinks someone who can possibly attempt to over-throw him is completely awesome.

And that old man was young.

"Now, we have some things to talk about." He said calmly.

"Can I come out of my cage?" I asked.

"I'd rather you not." He smiled, "Only because of our recent findings that, even as your alpha, I apparently have no control over you."

"So is Charles going to kill me?" I didn't sound scared, I felt and sounded rather hopeful.

Dad frowned at me.

"No." Bran said lightly, "But we need something that will have some sort of control over you. Females aren't supposed to be that dominant."

"No shit." I rolled my eyes. "How about you banish me to Tasmania? Maybe I'll make new wolves and start my own Australian group out of your way." Actually, that didn't sound too bad.

Dad growled and I could see his eyes starting to get lighter.

"You're to find a mate within the next month." He told me, ignoring dad.

Well, that was straightforward. And the word find meant I wouldn't be set up with anyone, it would just make me fight the decision.

"If I don't?" I questioned.

"Well, we'll see how dominating a group of Australian wolves works."

In other words "CHARLES WE HAVE AN ASSASIN JOB FOR YOU!" would be coming out of his mouth very soon.

"Fantastic." I spat. "And if not even you can help me contain my wolf what do you think a mate could do except make it worse?"

Bran glanced at Dad who shook his head.

"You'll see." He said simply.

Well, wasn't that cryptic. I flopped backwards. The next month was going to be overly painful for everyone.

"Can't we just start making funeral arrangements? It would make our lives a hell of a lot easier."

"I think you have a shot at this." He told me, "Other than today you're usually very controlled."

He says that like it's supposed to help me. At this point, I was done, finished, terminated, I had an expiration date stamped on my forehead. A mate?! I'm FIFTEEN! It is NOT going to HAPPEN! Count on that! I don't like anyone, no wolves, no pathetic humans.

Oh, of course. It would have to be a wolf for it to work the way he wants it to. I finally saw the point in Bran's decision. He wanted me to take a lower rank. Find someone more submissive. Well, everyone was more submissive. I didn't really feel like becoming Honey, the wolf in my Dad's pack who would score in at, at least 2nd , if her mate wasn't so low in the rankings.

What if I don't want to be like that?

TO TASMANIA!

I sat there in brooding silence until Bran opened the cage.

"You're month starts now."