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Rosaline's POV
Ponyboy sat on the porch, kicking his feet and staring at the ground. The boys surrounded the porch and kept an eye out along the fence. I had a close eye on him while he sat alone. I could sense when the boys would glance over and look at him. They appeared calm to everyone except for those close to him. In all actuality their bodies were stiff, their blood pulsed rapidly while they waited for danger. Ponyboy, poor Pony. He was forced to stay on the porch, bored out of his mind. He would glance up and smile at me every now and then, though that would soon fade away and turn into a frown as he entertained himself.
"Hey, baby", he looked at me, eyes full of hope,"why don't you come over here and we can play catch?" He smiled and jumped off of the chair. I could feel Darry glaring daggers into my back while Ponyboy continued running towards me. I felt his arms wrap around my stomach as he crushed me in a hug. I bit my lip, knowing that he didn't have control over his strength quite yet. Dally snickered when I made a move to pull Ponyboy away from me, only to have his grip tighten. My patience was wearing thin, especially when his ears had started coming to a point. The boys had failed to notice this minor detail, as they were trying not to laugh at my current position.
"You know, Pony," said child looked toward Steve and sent him a hard glare.
"What?" The anger and hatred in his voice caused a concerned look to cross my face. I forgot how quick-tempered wolf pups were. Even though he and Ponyboy's relationship had gotten better they still had heated moments. The rage in the air would increase and a fight would break out. With Ponyboy becoming a wolf pup in a matter of days all that rage is causing his wolf side to grow stronger, making him more vulnerable to an early change. He won't be ready to handle the strain of a sudden transformation before the full moon. It will take too much energy and his bones aren't strong enough to handle being shifted around constantly.
I could tell Soda sensed my thoughts because he was over to Ponyboy in an instant. He was sitting in front of him, trying to get him to look at him. Pony's nails had sharpened incredibly, his fingers twitching as he fought the urge to ball his hands into fists. Steve was standing tall, eyes watching Ponyboy's every move, a golden glow crossing in his eyes as Ponyboy's unsaid threat rested in his mind.
"Steve, don't," I cried out, trying to stop him from making a decision that he would quickly regret. Ponyboy's eyes turned to mine and I couldn't help but stagger back. His gaze was so intense, it was like they were sucking me in, drawing me to an inevitable death. The gold in his eyes was full of hatred and pure resentment for not only me but everyone who tried to stand in his way. His lips were pulled back into a snarl, revealing slightly sharpened teeth. I felt the wolf in me start cowering in fear at the sight of a wolf that holds so much power being in a pure rage. It seemed impossible to avoid, a nightmare that has become a hellish reality.
"What the... Ponyboy no!" Darry was running towards the youngest. His feet slid across the grass and he wrapped Ponyboy in a bear hug, holding on through the nightmare happening in the front yard. Ponyboy's struggles were in vain as Darry took each blow, in fear of what his little brother would do to himself if he let go. I stood, frozen in shock and slight terror as I watched my youngest child, not even a full pureblood yet, was suddenly incredibly powerful and holding so much anger and hatred towards a single being.
"Steve, stand down," he gave me a look that questioned my sanity. Though most would have enforced their authority I did not need to. I am in charge of the wolf packs in Tulsa for a reason. Though I've always been drawn closer to this one than any other. I look at the other wolves as my children as I am hundreds of years older than them. My age has yet to show since purebloods are immortal and it takes hundreds of thousands of years for their strength to even drop slightly.
Pony's shoulders relaxed, though he had become intent on watching Steve's every move. His hatred toward the old boy was peculiar as none of the other members of their odd family had a problem with him.
"Hey, Pone, you alright," Two-Bit slowly approached Ponyboy. His movements were slow, allowing Pony a moment of peace. His eyes slowly changed shades and his claws left at an even slower rate. His canines were the first to go, revealing perfectly human teeth. The closer Two-Bit seemed to get, the more human Ponyboy seemed to come. I watched how intently Pony's eyes remained on Two-Bit. When Steve made a single move to get closer to him Pony would let out a deep growl even though his eyes never left Two-Bit's form.
I could suddenly understand what was going on. I looked deeper, allowing myself to slip into a temporary state of unconsciousness long enough to see the connection between the two males. Their bond appeared completely stable, there wasn't event the slightest bump. It was the same with Johnny. Those three appeared to have a connection that not every person in the pack shared. Darry and Dally, as well as Soda and Two-Bit, shared the same connection. It was something that every wolf pup gained at some point in their lives. Johnny's and Two-Bit's had time to grow so their part of the connection was stronger than Ponyboys' and Two-bit's portion. Simply put, they were able to calm each other down. The wolf inside each of them would become even more vulnerable than normal when the other two were around. Even if one was the wolf would be calmed. Since Ponyboy is still nothing more than a young wolf pup, that connection is stronger and has a greater effect on Ponyboy than the other two. For the next year, those three will be close together and Ponyboy will suffer the constant hovering from everyone in the gang.
"I'm fine," the words barely made it past Ponyboy's lips. They were growled out more than they were spoken but it was evident that his wolf state was slowly receding and the wolf was allowing itself to slip into a coma-like state for the time being.
Two-Bit's POV
The kid sure as hell isn't fine. Who does he take me as? I'm not going to be fooled so easily, he should know better than to mess with a full grown wolf. Well, sort of. I'm still a teen but that doesn't matter now. Ponyboy's anger needs to be controlled and, as my unlucky streak continues, it seems that me and Johnny get to deal with it since he won't listen to anyone else. That's just perfect this is what I get for being nice to the stupid kid. well, it's Darry's fault really. We wouldn't be in this mess if he had kept Steve on a leash instead of letting us go all willy-nilly around the town and get ourselves into trouble over the stupidest things we know we shouldn't do.
"Look, kid, I get that you're pissed, believe me, I want to slam Steve's head into a wall sometimes," I heard a 'hey' coming from behind me and sent Steve a warning glare as I heard another growl come from Ponyboy.
"He's nothing more than ass," I chuckled at Ponyboy's attempt to speak.
"Yeah, I know," I had finally gotten close enough to him that I could knock him out if need be. Though guess it won't be a problem since he's doin' pretty good when it comes to not punchin' someone's face in. That's why, instead of knocking him out, I wrapped him in a hug and held him for as long as I dared. His breathing became a slow and steady pace like it should have been. That was pretty cool to hear if you ask me. He was all calm and relaxed like things should have been rather than all pissed off and ready to go on a murder spree the first chance he got.
"He's a jerk, always trying to get me to leave you guys be because I'm still a god damn kid," I sent a glare towards Steve who had a guilty expression on his face.
"Look, POny, ignore him. He's nothing more than a grade-a jerk." Ponyboy simply scoffed and turned around, stomping off towards the house with a pissed off look on his face.
