Well, I seem to be at a blockage with my one-shots, so I'll just skip to updating Spark again. I will start On the Rocks again soon, the only problem with it is the fact that it's third person; the jump between first and third is really difficult for me as you that read Forever saw. I hope you all enjoy.

The constant sound of air being sliced by the wooden blades of the ceiling fan echoed in the air as I watched the shadows dance on the cerulean ceiling. These were the most peaceful hours of the day, letting me truly think.

It came at a cost though.

James, Vixy, and Fox had all left for dinner, and I said I'd stay home.

I didn't want a knife through my chest.

The heat kicked back on, fighting the ever-coming chill of winter as autumn hung in the air. Golden leaves illuminated the sky as winds drew their shadows across my eyes.

I hate the idea of being alone.

I hate the cold.

The wind whipped at the window, startling me as the glass threatened to break under the intense howling. My hands cupped over my ears as I waited for it to stop.

Flakes of snow, the first snowfall on Corneria, started sticking on the roof, one by one. The fresh layer of snow, virgin white on the artificial green. They have the nicest house I've ever seen and they can't afford real grass? Even I have real grass at my house, and I get maybe 2,000 credits a month.

The sound of the car pulling up, a black SUV if I remember correctly, started to make itself known.

Fuck.

Footsteps, laughing. She's got it all and she doesn't deserve a single god damn thing.

I could hear the door downstairs give a resounding click as it shut. The sound of Vixy and James and Fox laughing suddenly burst through my head. My paw clenched on the bed, claws sheathed through force of habit.

Damn it all to hell.

I glanced out my door, a perfect view of the living room, and with it; the front door. Vixy's paw wrapped around James' waist, Fox ducked low over his shoulders as he sat in on his piggy-back ride. They were family…

I heard the sound of tearing as my claws unsheathed. I shifted my body to cover the tear, glaring at Vixy through narrow slits.

The only response I got was her tongue lolled from her mouth, in fake as fuck ecstasy as she shot a look at me, gloating and laughing in my face.

I'll get the last laugh. Ha, ha, ha!

So fucking funny, god damn hysterical. Look at me laugh, just look at this idiot laugh as he slowly turns into a home-wrecking whore. Ha!

Bitch got everyone's fantasy and now he could never act out on any feelings he could have for me because he has a kid and trapped in wedlock. I'll forge her signature on the divorce sheets if that's what it takes.

James was smiling though. He was happy. Fox's paws cupped over James' eyes, enticing a laugh from the older male.

Deep and throaty; sexy. Loved his laugh, made my day; made me smile when that bitch had already ruined everything.

Fox looked a lot like his dad; they'll probably sound the same and everything when he grows up.

James and Vixy were bound at the waist, inseparable… perfect. They were made for each other.

What does that make me? Am I just the obsessed fan-boy that'll never get his shot? She knows I can't have him, so she's just making it worse.

Shit.

The thought of laughing hurt; yet, despite all of this, I felt a small chuckle rise up and make itself known.

A tear joined it in a dying effort to soothe me. Too late.

Maybe it isn't…

A more calm side of Wolf is doable at times. Once again, most of you should be able to tell what could or couldn't come from this. In a few chapters, I think chapter 5, the mission should start. If people complain about lack of plot, then they aren't looking hard enough, because a plot has been established, just not moving that fast. Will, that means you too; the slow Will.