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Author's note:

This isn't the best-written chapter but I wanted to post so I did. I hope you guys like this chapter, I know that it's sort of uneventful but it's building up. So be patient please, I promise there is a reason to it being here even if it is boring.

Releasing a pack of Wolves into a flock of Ducks

As a light fog hung above the rink the Ducks, most of them barely awake, made their way to the fiberglass door.

"I should have picked badminton to be my sport, I bet they don't have to wake up this early" Goldberg grumbled dragging his skates along the black foam carpet "And you don't have to deal with large guys smashing you into walls"

"But then the other badminton players would have to deal with one very large guy smashing into them" Averman joked as a wide grin broke out on his face "Even this early in the morning I'm still good. I am the God of hilarity," he proclaimed throwing his hands into the air.

"You're defiantly the God of something" Portman grunted "the God of horse-"

"Hustle up team. You guys are so slow it's like watching turtles race," Bombay's voice cut through the fog from the other side of the rink. "Once you finally get on the ice do 20 laps"

A low rumble of responses rose from the group as they stepped onto the ice. As they began to circle, the exit doors swung open and hit the walls with a bang. All of the Ducks' heads snapped to the door direction.

The White Stone Wolves began to walk the black row so they were lined up against the wall of the rink looking in on the Ducks who were staring back at them, like children at the zoo.

"Coach" a stern voice came from behind the line of black and white. "Coach Bombay"

"Yeah" he answered skating over to the unfamiliar voice.

A stout man appeared from behind the wall of boys. A priest collar that was peeping out from behind the shorter man's 'White Stone Wolves' jacket caught Bombay's eye before he focused on the clean-shaven face, which belonged to a slightly balding head. The most interesting feature the eyes, which were so dark they almost looked black against the light brown of his thinning hair. His wrinkles moved into a stiff smile.

"I believe there has been a misunderstanding," the man began "I booked the rink for this morning" he pulled out the schedule from his pocket and handed it to Bombay.

Bombay's brows furrowed as he examined the paper, "They must have changed it, the one I have says we had the rink, Father..." he said with the kind of respect religious leaders receive.

"Father McGhee" he answered with a hint of forgiveness in his raspy voice.

"Well Father McGee we'll get out of your way" he said apologetically and gave back the paper. "Ok Ducks clear out. Practice is now after school!"

This time the need to move didn't make any of the Ducks complain, they went silently with an certain stiffness to them, taught with a hint of a territorial feeling that was mostly overshadowed by a strong tough attitude.

Bombay rolled his eyes at the way they were responding to the new team and followed behind them. Just as the doors closed the Ducks heard a sharp whistle and the sound of thirteen skates slicing into their ice.

The boys' dorm was a hive of teenagers getting ready for school. The hall was streaked with the teens' conversation going in and out the dorms.

Fulton thumped out of his dorm shaking his head saying, "These guys keep on messing with us"

"What do you mean messing with us?" Ken asked as he entered the other teenager's dorm.

"I mean that they keep on getting in our way" Fulton responded going into Goldberg and Averman's room.

"Come on guys they're new it's kind of hard for them not to get in our way" Guy pointed out sympathetically poking his head out of his dorm "they don't even know where they're supposed to go. Has anyone seen my math notebook?"

"They've been here a few days you'd think they would have picked up on where they're supposed to go by now. They must be a little slow" Luis argued throwing a piece of paper out of his dorm and into the recycling bin at the opposite side of the hall.

"It takes longer then that to get used to the way it works around here. They're just starting classes today. What does your notebook look like?" Russ hollered from the common room.

"I think they're asking for trouble" Portman said simply from his spot on the floor, looking up from his homework.

"It has a picture of Connie on it. What signs have you got that they're asking for trouble?" Guy asked leaning on the doorframe above Portman.

"The way they walk around like they own the place," Fulton answered coming out of the dorm with a textbook, blocking Averman's way in.

"You mean the way y'all do? Here Guy" Dwayne threw the notebook to Guy from his dorm Frisbee style.

"We don't walk like that" Ken dismissed.

"At least you don't" Averman countered holding his chin high as he pulled on his backpack "it takes skill to have such ownership in one stride"

"Skills you don't have" Goldberg scoffed and ignored Averman's "And like you do" reply.

"I think you guys are giving this way too much thought" Julie stated as she opened the floor door.

"Yeah, ease off you don't even know them." Russ said as he got up from the couch and turned to the girls and asked suspiciously "How did you know what we were talking about?"

"You guys were talking so loud we could hear as we were coming up the stairs," Connie answered going into Charlie, Adam and Guy's dorm as Adam exited and greeted Julie with a kiss.

"Fine we will back off of them in till we have proof that they're assholes," Portman said slamming his textbook.

Ken came out of the bash brothers' dorm asking "Hey has anyone-", he stopped mid sentence when he saw what was beside Portman "You know you should learn how to do this yourself"

"I won't have to worry about that in till a test comes around," he said getting up from the floor.

"What do you think is happening today?" Ken asked with a hint of smug in his voice.

A small flicker of horror cross Portman's face and then he just grinned and patted Ken on the shoulder "Crash course at lunch?"

"Sure" Ken agreed with a one-shoulder shrug.

"Hey Jules do you want to get going?" Adam asked and he took her hand. She was about to comply when Charlie exited his room at a weighed down pace. A tight silence entered the hall and filled the dorms.

Adam dropped her hand.

Charlie gave a side ways glance at his team before leaving the hall.

"Is it just me or did it get quiet in here?" Averman said cracking the silence; conversation started seeping back into the hall.

Portman sat in the back of his science class engraving 'I'm eating my head' into the table when a White Stone Wolf came up to his table.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked motioning to the empty seat beside him with a hand full of books.

He took the tip of his pocked knife away from the desk and putting his elbow on the table farthest from the Wolf, brought the knife near to his own face and closed it with quick snap without taking his eyes off of his new tablemate or flinching a muscle, "Why not"

"Joseph O'Malley" the Wolf with dark red (almost brown) hair introduced after he sat down he offered his hand.

Squinting his lower eyelids slightly, he paused looking at the 'O'Malley' that was stitched onto the arm of his White Stone Wolf jacket then took the out stretched hand and with a lop sided grin said "Dean Portman"

"A Duck?" he asked conversationally opening his books.

"Yep, and you must be a White Stone Wolf" he said gesturing at the other's black team jacket.

"Yeah" he confirmed smiling broadly at the white wolf patch on his arm.

"At what's your job on the team, water boy?" he asked a grin still on his lips.

Joseph laughed a full lunged laugh loud enough to get a glare from the teacher, which he ignored "No, enforcer. You?"

"Enforcer" he answered shortly still not looking away from the Wolf who was starting to write down the notes. He was just a little bit shorter then Portman, not by much but he noticed it when he was standing in front him. He couldn't really tell because the baggy black jacket cover most of him but he seemed scrawnier then Portman. His grin widened, he could easily take this Wolf down. Once the red head realized that he was being stared at he turned to Portman with a friendly smile.

"Is there something on my face Dean?" he asked pointing to his face that had light freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks.

"No" he took his eyes away from Joseph and put them on his blank page.

"Not a big fan of science?" Joseph asked sociably still taking down the notes from the board.

"You could say that" he answered shifting his eyes back to Joseph with out moving his head.

In another classroom Averman was rapidly going through equations when a different Wolf asked for the seat beside him in the middle row of his math class.

Averman looked up at the larger teen and let out a slightly higher pitched then usual "Sure".

"Thanks. Brain Duncan" he offered his hand in a mirrored gesture.

Reluctantly Averman took the hand and tried to give the firmest grip he had as he gave his name "Lester Averman"

Averman went back to work but stopped when a glint of gold flashed beside him. He focused on the glint and saw it was Brain's crucifix, on the piece of jewelry he saw a Jesus apparently 'nailed' to the cross just wearing a loincloth. He cocked an eyebrow and mutter "Very Tarzan"

"What?" Brain asked frowning at Averman.

"Oh just...I want...to be Tarzan" he answered feebly earning a look that to Averman was a cross between creeped out, curious and fear which soon slipped away to reveal a smile.

"I've always been a Zorro man myself," he stated scratching the back of his stubby black haired head.

Averman gave a week smile and lifted his eyebrows with acknowledgement. Then turned back to his math wondering how he got away with saying the weirdest thing he's said all week. He decided that Zorro (apparently this guy's hero) must be a forgiving person...or maybe it was Jesus.

Adam and Julie were walking down a corridor enjoying a conversation when the call 'Banksie!' came from behind them.

Julie turned her head to see a Wolf slap Adam on the back. He let out a little 'ouff' and smiled in return for the greeting hit he just received.

"How you been Banksie? I haven't seen you since the Hawks" the Wolf asked with a toothy smile.

Julie stepped to the side to let the Wolf walk beside Adam. He was taller then Adam by a few inches and was more built with broader shoulders. His brown sugar hair was around two inches short and had the beginning of a curl at the nap of his neck. His blue eyes twinkled with the joy of seeing an old friend on his tanned face.

"I've been good. You?"

"Great" he nodded then slid his gaze to Julie. "And who is this? Have you finally got yourself a girlfriend Banksie?"

A blush rose on his cheeks "You could say that. This is Julie Gaffney"

"Hi" Julie greeted with a polite smile.

"Hi" he echoed and flashing his toothy smile said "Geoffrey Johnston"

When he turned to introduce himself Julie saw a white 'C' gleam on his jacket. Her eyebrows lifted slightly in an act of surprise that very few could recognize. Adam being one of the few noticed.

"It's nice to meet you but I've got to go. See you later Banksie" he gave a short wave and turned into a classroom.

Adam closed the gap that Geoffrey left and asked, "Why are you surprised?"

"He seemed kind of goofy to be Captain," she answered then added "but then again Charlie is kind of goofy"

"Johnston is always taken that way at first, they usually say it's because of that big smile, but trust me when the time comes he's all business" he said with a serious tone he looked at Julie with sincerity coming from his eyes. With a blink his eyes shifted back to normal and he added, "But he's not a bad guy it's just...don't under estimate him"

It was half way through lunch when a couple of Wolves, with Geoffrey in the lead approached the Ducks table. The Ducks froze for half of an instant, as quick as a picture being taken, then went back to normal but giving their attention to the Wolves.

"Hi guys we just came over to clear the air about what happened this morning," Geoffrey said looking up and down the table.

Charlie gloomily stepping into his role responded with "That's ok no hard feelings"

"Great" he paused then asked, "Which one of you is Ken Wu?"

Hearing his name he lifted his head from the textbook he was reviewing with Portman and said "Me"

"And Lester Averman?"

Averman froze like a deer in headlights swallowed his milk and croaked, "That's me"

"Tarzan!" Brain pointed to him with a smile.

Averman, with slight embarrassment pointed back halfheartedly "Zorro"

Geoffrey frowned at the two as most of the Ducks stifled a laugh, though they had no idea how these names came about they could easily see that Averman wasn't enjoying the moment, which meant they could. "Then Julie Gaffney, who I already know" he smiled his white tooth smile at her and continued "And Banksie, The Dean suggested that you could help us with catching up on the school work. I think he thought we would get along because we all play hockey. He wants you to go to his office to arrange a time to give us a little over view of the weeks we've missed. It probably won't take long to do, you could just point us in the right direction and we'll take it from there"

The ones who were called got up from the table with slight caution and headed for the door. While the others either watched them go or looked at the Wolves.

Portman irritated, threw his pencil down onto his open textbook and leaned back in his chair and said, "There goes my chance of passing the test" He leveled his eyes with Geoffrey, the apparent leader, he squinted, and Captain. Geoffrey deflected the glare with a smile and moved to sit down amongst the Ducks, the other Wolves followed filling in the empty spaces that the Ducks left.

Scattered looks from Duck to Duck fluttered across the table. Looks of surprise, annoyance and a few warnings to 'play nice' or 'watch out'.

End of Chapter