Thank you LuckyDuckyco for the first review and Steelsings for the great advice. But apart form that on with the fic...

Chapter Two

Bayne woke up sprawled and naked on his bed. He vaguely remembered talking to Roux and climbing in last night after hunting. He checked his alarm clock- it was just after ten. Aww, shit! He thought and hurriedly clothed himself. Grabbing his wallet as he ran out the door he collided into his mother on the other side. They landed in a heap with the clothes she had been bringing upstairs.

"Shit, Bayne, where's the fire?" she snarled.

"I'm late for meeting Roux, we're going into town," Outside he heard the bus pass the stop at the bottom of the drive. "Or we were." He muttered.

"Just get the Uncles to take you, they're going shopping in half an hour." Vivian said trying to refold the clothes. Bayne ran down stairs towards the kitchen scattering most of the clean clothes in all directions.

He had a vague idea where to find the Uncles would be, either at home or in the bar. The Uncles had once been known as the Five, once lead by Raphael Dafoe or Rafe. Rafe and Astrid, Roux's grandmother, had broken the ban of human flesh and Gabriel as leader had killed them for the safety of the pack. Now the fun loving bunch was reduced to just Ulf, Greg and the twins Willem and Finn.

Snatching a slice of toast from his father's plate and grabbing his skateboard he left the cabin and headed next door to Roux's. He finished the toast and knocked on the cabin door. Roux's little sister, Estelle, answered and blushed. She also had red hair and always seemed to be quite taken by Bayne's presence.

"Morning Bayne, you're late," she said cheerfully, "But it's OK. The Uncles are going to take you and Roux. Come on in, you don't look like you've eaten" she dragged him inside through to the kitchen and sat him down between herself and Roux who nodded in acknowledgement.

They feasted on toast and coffee until Ulf and the Uncles arrived. They greeted Bayne casually as Greg whispered something to Finn that made him laugh. Bayne ignored them and got into the Range Rover and soon became engaged in conversation with Roux.

They travelled along the motorway listening to pounding music for some time before tall buildings surfaced over the treetops. Traffic leaving the town for the day or going camping in the Green Mountains was quite heavy but it was of no concern to Bayne. All he cared about was getting there and spending some time out of the inn. He loved his home but he was curious about the outside world, the one dominated by humans. Besides the pack wasn't very big now and he was lonely. But people from the outside world treated his kind with fear. But why? he often asked himself.

The Range Rover pulled up in a parking allotment and they all tumbled out excitedly, met by the intense smell of exhaust fumes, fast food and human sweat. The Uncles wandered to the supermarket while Bayne and Roux turned towards the High Street. Roux ran though a flock of pigeons sending them flying in every direction as Bayne took to the road on his board. The new scents and the crowds of diverse people doing some shopping or meeting friends delighted Bayne. There were children clutching their parent's hand, old ladies dragging disgruntled husbands around the shops and groups of loud teenagers on the benches. It was a rare thing for him to visit the town and he loved every trip.

They browsed through the window of the nearest shop; it was a clothes store. There was clothing of every colour ranging from bright yellows to pastel blues to dark reds to pure white. A few dresses hung in the window display; a graceful pink with a long sash, a short sleeved formal sapphire and a wild ebony with silk roses that Roux fell in love with. They entered the shop and Bayne waited impatiently while she tried it on. He had to admit she looked good parading around the shop but he wanted to explore. He drew the line when she begged in to try on a new pair of jeans- he was happy enough with the baggy black trousers and dark shirt that he was more accustomed with.

After having a drink and a bite to eat at a busy café they went across the street to a small New Age store. In the window glittering jewellery matched the shine of polished quartzes and jaspers. They entered the cool shade of the shop and looked at cabinets displaying expensive silver jewellery with large cut stones. Bookcases were stacked with hardback books about meditation and pagan rituals. Dream catchers, chimes and fake shrunken heads hung from the ceiling. Clothing occupied the back of the shop. The place smelled of incense and sage. Bayne liked this shop; it was so different to everywhere else he'd seen. So much was crammed in such a tiny space.

Behind the cash register was a longhaired lady no older than thirty. To his surprise she smiled at him as if she knew something about him. Polishing the glass cabinets was a petite girl about his age. She stopped to turn around to face this stranger. Time froze and all Bayne's senses were drawn towards her. Blue eyes twinkled in the faint light, her golden brown hair was tied with a strawberry red ribbon. She was very pale compared to his golden wolf kind skin. He completely forgot about Roux despite her being right next to him.

He snapped out of his trance. What's the matter with me? She's a human! Bayne thought furious with himself. Her scent was sweet but completely human. Why would he act like this with someone... like her? He gazed at her, loosely holding his skateboard, and dared those blue eyes to drown him now.

Unafraid she stood to face him. If she knew what I was she would run as far away as possible. Instead of running she spoke. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"No, I'm just looking, thanks," he replied glancing over at Roux. She was sat next to a bookshelf immersed in a thick book on mythical creatures. She wouldn't look up now- Roux loved reading.

"Do you come here often?" she enquired.

"No, I'm Bayne Gandillon. What's your name?"

"Rose Teague." She smiled. It was an enchanting smile. Like that of one watching the world from a distance and finding it vaguely amusing.

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Well, a second chapter. Please tell me what you think. So a bit of déjà vu? I'll reveal all in the next chapter or so.

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