Paul's POV
As I stand on my front porch looking out into the pouring rain I get more and more angry at my oh so mighty alpha. I hate having to patrol in the rain which it rains here almost every day of course but I really hate going out in this kind of rain. This is the kind o rain that is like the sky just opened up and is pouring straight down on us. Don't get me wrong I'm not a city boy or anything that can't stand to get wet but not only do I have to turn into a giant werewolf but I also have to be a wet werewolf. Wet fur is by far one of the worst things in the world and who ever liked the smell of wet dog? While just standing there just dreading my turn for patrol I hear a howl in the distance and realize I'm already late, so with one last groan I head into to the woods to the side of my house and transform into my giant silver wolf to be miserably wet for the next 6 hours.
