Disclaimer: I own the stuff you don't recognize. Which will be most of the main characters, Roslindale, Connecticut and I'm not sure about the rest yet. But I'll keep you posted, promise.

Jordan's POV

I sat in my cousin's van, my eyes directed to the passing highway as we neared the state border of New York as we headed to Tallulah, New York. I didn't know why we were going to the little forgotten place in the middle of no where.

Wait, I knew what I was doing there. Since my cousin was going, I was going. Now the real question was…why was my cousin going from sunny California to Connecticut?

"Jordy," the tone seemed to be flat, no emotion in it what so ever, but I knew better. Undoing my seatbelt, I scrambled into the back of the van where there was a something that resembled a bedroom. Since I couldn't drive, as I was too young, only 12 in fact, that meant my cousin was in the driver's seats most of the time, leaving the back to myself.

Grabbing my backpack out of the corner, where I had tossed it the night before. The welcoming sounds of the first track of the Sugarcult CD welcomed me and I smiled as the van hit a bump in the road.

"Jordy," my cousin said again, his eyes glued to the road. My lip protruded slightly. Stupid senses he had.

I ignored the fact that he probably knew me too well.

"Fine," I said, my lip protruding even more.

I could tell he was frowning, if slightly, even though I could not see his face. "Jordan," he stressed my given name, "do what I asked."

Biting back a reply, I quickly grabbed a thin binder out of my backpack and flipped to a random page, which happened to be math. Quickly I wrote down random answers, not even bothering to look at the problem itself. A sharp exhale of air made me look up.

"Fine," I drawled, looking back at the paper, erasing what I had written down, and started to work on it, for real this time. "Oz, what's fourteen plus eighty-two?" I asked.

"Work it out yourself Jordy, I know you can," he said from the front.

"But it's hard!" I whined; I was fully pouting by then as well.

There was a sigh from the front, "What's four plus two?" he asked.

"Six," I answered.

"Ten plus eighty?"

"Ninety. So it's ninety-six!" I clapped my hands together and finished the rest of the problem

"Yup short stuff. Why don't you finish the worksheet and then you can go to bed," Oz's suggestion left no room for argument.

I sighed; I hated it when he did this.

Soon my work was done and I was able to show everything back into the backpack, and it went back into the corner. Silently I got ready for bed and pulled the blanket over me as my arm searched for my stuffed dog Remus.

"Where is he?" I whimpered slightly.

"Up here short stuff," OZ tossed the dog over the seats and hit me in the head. I whimpered a little bit more, but hugged it tightly. "Sorry. But if you hadn't tried to throw it at me this morning, you wouldn't be in this position."

I made a disgruntled snort, and tried to find a comfortable position in order to go to sleep.

I was awakened hours later by someone shoving me to the side, "Shove over, you take up too much room." Feeling OZ push me over, I just rolled over until he was settled, then I rolled back, making him snort. "Brat," he said affectionately as he ruffled my hair. I just grinned sleepily; maybe moving to this Roslindale place wouldn't be so bad.

"G'night Oz," I mumbled.

"G'night Jordy," he said before rolling over and going to sleep.

Yeah, Roslindale won't be too bad.

I awoke to the van moving, no big surprise there. I threw the covers off of me and sat up. Oz was staring at the road, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel to an unheard beat. Yawning a little louder than necessary, I caught the attention of my cousin.

"Congratulations short stuff, up before eleven," he told me.

I snorted slightly, but didn't say anything. It was a smart move on my part. "Hungry," I finally mumbled, sleep still clouding my voice and brain.

"We'll stop later," was the reply that came from the front.

I rolled my yes and started to look for a clean shirt, or at least one that smelled the best. I was pulling the shirt on while the van stopped. Shrugged, I got out the back, happy to stretch my legs. "Food?" I asked hopefully.

My cousin nodded and I grinned. "Food!" I yelled and started running around in circles. Eventually I came to a stop, the world spinning around me.

"Are you finished?" my cousin said.

I nodded, causing the world to spin faster. "I think I'm quite done now," I told him as I started to follow him into what appeared to be a restaurant. We were seated quickly, as there were few people in the restaurant itself.

"So what do you folks want?" a middle aged waitress came up to the table.

Oz didn't miss a beat, "Two burgers, medium rare. A coffee and a milk." When I opened my mouth to object, but the look in my cousin's eyes stopped me. I just settled on glaring on him and then the milk when it was set in front of me.

By the end of the meal I had yet to touch the white stuff in the glass, and Oz was slightly this side of happy go lucky. "Jordan," his voice was flat, even to me. "Just drink it will you?"

I raised my eyebrow. "How bout no?" I said, feeling a bit courageous at that moment, maybe even a bit foolhardy.

He copied my face, "Is that so short one? Need I remind you what is tonight?" I swear I saw a bit of mirth in his eyes, but that could have been a trick of the light.

I swallowed my mouth suddenly dry. The start of the full moon was tonight, and would be for the next three nights. And I had no control over it, and I wouldn't for a long time. At least I wouldn't become some hideous monster that could, and would kill anything in sight that moved.

"Thought so. Drink," Oz instructed.

Mechanically I lifted the glass to my lips and let the white liquid pass my lips. I didn't even grimace at the taste. I passed the next day in a seemingly dream like state, not even reacting when I was told to go into the back of the van to catch up on some Z's.

~*~ Dreamscape ~*~

I was walking out of a building, the sun bearing down on my. My hair, darker than usual hung down past my ears, while some of it hung in my eyes. I walked along, a strange, yet familiar feeling passed over me as I reached to my side and drew out, what I assumed to be my sword.

Swinging it for a few moments, I soon put it away as I felt a strange urgency pass over me, telling me to get somewhere, and get there fast. And although I did not know where I was going in my head, my heart did.

I started running, and I soon found myself changing into what appeared to be a wolf, but strangely it was comforting. It felt like I was going home.

~*~ End Dreamscape ~*~

I woke up, and found myself midway through transformation. My joints hurt and I whimpered a little, hating the fact that every month I had to go through this. My cousin look on, his face impassive. As he had turned 21 already, during the full moon he could turn into a wolf at will at night.

And if it hurt him, he didn't show it.

I gritted my teeth and tried not to show the pain I was in. Fifteen minutes dragged by, but it felt like fifteen days. Finally I was fully wolf and I started getting antsy. I circled around and around whining for Oz to come and let me out. I smelled the forest, and I wanted out.

"Oz?" I called through our mind link. It was the only way we could communicate, as I was a wolf, since it would be

"Hold on, you'll be let out soon," Oz said softly from the front of the van.

I snorted and sat at the back of the van, in front of the doors, like the obedient dog I was not. As soon as Oz opened the door, I bounded out. "Jordy, stop!" Oz called after me, I just ignored him and enjoyed what was around me.

The damp ground tickled the pads of paws as I ran and I yipped in joy. Suddenly a light nip brought my back to my senses. "When I tell you to stop, you stop," my cousin reprimanded, nipping me lightly again.

I whimpered slightly and looked up at him. He was a large wolf, and since I was rather young, I was small compared to his size. He was alpha to my beta, and he was right, you followed orders. Cubs listened to their elders.

My cousin nuzzling my coat affectionately brought me out of my self-pity. "Go run, you need to let out your energy. I'll follow," Oz instructed.

I yipped in happiness and bounded off. Oz gave the equivalent of a wolf's grin before bounding after me. Much later that night we sat in the van, Oz back in his human form, and I was curled up beside him. His hand was running through my fur and I sighed in contentment as my tail thumbed against his thigh.

"Oz?" I asked.

"Hmm?" he returned.

"When we get to Roslindale, I'll have to go to that fancy school, won't I?" I asked him, he had told me about this a few days ago, and I wasn't looking forward to spending the rest of my school years with a bunch of preps running around me.

"Yeah, but your trust fun will pay for it."

"Trust fund. Great, I'm just like the rest of the preppy kids," I sighed dejectedly.

Oz chuckled, "That's where you're wrong short stuff. You're anything but normal."

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