A/N: Greetings readers. Weird isn't it... I can't count how many times we've met at these crossroads before now. If it wasn't for the fact I loved the Alpha and Omega movie so much and found the High School, College e.c.t stories so fascinating, then I wouldn't be here writing this A/N right now.

This is what I plan to be my last Alpha and Omega story. I've taken ideas from every piece of writing I've done for the film before now, and I'm compiling every single one, here. If I lose motivation, like in some other stories I've made, I will simply put it on hold, but I never plan on shutting this down.

This is my finale for A&O, and I plan for it to be the best. I apologise for the on and off vibes I've given off with A&O, but no longer. Today's a day of change. I hope you enjoy.

[All characters in this story are Anthro.]

Humphrey's POV

University. Honestly, I never thought I would make it this far. With the hardships of High School and the hell that was my College experience, I thought Uni would be just another waste of my youth.

However, I'm six months in now, and it's been smooth sailing so far. Of course, the same can't be said for other people in my course. I'm enrolled in Art here at Jasper Arts University, and already we've lost five of our class of twenty-five. Needless to say, resilience here hasn't changed from the students on the art course at the old college I went to.

Then again, I'm quite lucky in that my place is only around four miles from the University. My friend Hutch Hopkins, in Engineering, moved here from Toronto, which is like, a thirty-six-hour drive. Now that's something I could never pull off, at least not with a little sister to take care of.

Well, my little sister, Nikki, isn't as 'little' as I make her out to be. I'm twenty right now, running up on twenty-one, and as much as I still feel like she's my little sixteen-year-old; sassy, fun-loving sister, her nineteenth birthday is right around the corner, and it's pretty scary to think about.

We were in High School together, then College, and now she's thinking of enrolling in my University. I'm not really complaining though. If I had my way, I'd never let her out of my sight. Hell, she could live with me till I'm an ancient fossil for all I care.

I tore my eyes from the window and looked down at the life drawings in my sketchbook. Pencil studies of both male and female bodies are what I've spent the last hour pissing around with, and right now my mind seems to want to wander everywhere and do everything but focus on working.

Nikki plans on going into Animation, which I've got no clue about. When I watch her drawing out her little characters then bringing them to life, I get lost completely, so the fact I'm struggling to focus on life drawings, and she'll eventually be animating things? It makes me wonder how well I'd handle that sort of thing.

"Humphrey? Are you alright? You've been staring into space for the last ten minutes." A hazel-furred wolf perked up, getting up from her desk and quietly walking over to me, her hands pushed into her jeans pockets.

Vanessa Harley, my Art Lecturer, and within this class, my best friend. I get on better with this thirty-year-old woman than I do with every other person in this classroom right now, but I wouldn't change it for the world. She's one of the funniest people I've met in a while, and she's considerate, which is more than I can say for a lot of people in here.

"Uhh... Yeah, kinda... Just not really sure what else to do here." I replied, putting my pencil down and pushing my sketchbook towards her, sighing and sitting back in my chair. She pushed her glasses up her snout and peered down at my page, scanning over every sketch carefully.

"Well, for one, you're forgetting to use action lines. They'll help you a lot in terms of posing, remember? They help you follow the curve of the body because right now your poses look a little bit like wooden mannequins." She explained, smiling over at me. I scoffed and smiled at her, leaning forwards and pulling the book back.

"Yeah," I laughed. "Yeah, they do. I'll give it a go." I shrugged, picking up my pencil to work back into my newest, half-finished drawing.

"Goodie good. By the way, I'm packing up now so I'll be locking up soon, you should get a wriggle on and get home, it's getting late." She added, walking away from me and back towards her desk.

Nevermind then... I muttered to myself, putting my pencil back into my black canvas pencil case and closing my sketchbook.

"How is your sister doing? Is she feeling any better?" Vanessa asked. I shrugged as I put my things into my white and black Superdry bag and swung it onto my shoulder, getting up from my seat.

"I think so... The little fuckers don't lay off..." I replied, sighing as I pushed my chair under and strolled over to Vanessa as she packed her laptop into its carry bag and slung her handbag onto her shoulder.

Nikki's been dealing with bullies at College, just as I had. It pisses me off royally. You'd think people would've matured at the ripe old age of eighteen to nineteen, but they really don't, at least, not all of them do.

"I think the College has been keeping an eye on things though, 'cause I get occasional emails telling updating me on how she's doing in classes and stuff," I explained, following Vanessa out and waiting as she locked up the room.

"That's good to hear, I'm glad they're doing something about it." She replied with a genuinely happy smile.

"Nikki's tough as old boots, just like I was, and I'm glad she doesn't let that sort of petty crap get to her. It just annoys me that people still act like that in College..." I sighed.

"And it's not like I can get involved as I did in High School and shit." I continued, frustration flaring up in my stomach. "I'm an adult now, I don't get away with the shit I used to." I ranted, running my fingers through my hair and sighing.

"Well, as you said, she's a tough girl. Eventually, she'll be here with you, right? You'll be able to keep an eye on her yourself then." The brunette smiled up at me. I chuckled, but it was half forced, nodding and pulling my phone from my pocket.

There was a message from Nikki on my lock screen as my phone came to life.

Nikki: Hey Hey Broski! Just got home safe and sound, I hope ya had a good day! xx

I smiled to myself, tapping on the message, typing in my pin code, and bringing up mine and Nikki's text conversation.

'Good, I'm glad. I hope u had a good day too! I'll talk to u about it when I get home xx'

I replied, shutting my phone off again and shoving it back into my pocket.

"I don't know... I feel responsible." I continued the conversation. "It's not like she can talk to our parents about it like normal kids, either. I'm all she's got..." I sighed. It's all well and good putting on a fake smile, but I've never seen the point in hiding how I'm really feeling from people.

"Look, I know it's hard, Humphrey." Vanessa started, putting her hand on my arm and stopping. I stopped too, looking back at her.

"I was bullied too, in school, but those people usually have their own shit going on, and just take it out on whoever is easiest to target." She smiled softly.

"Ugh... Yeah, I know..." I scoffed, scratching an itch on my neck before massaging the brim of my nose. My eyes are so sore from staring at that bastard sketchbook all day. I want to just go to bed when I get home.

"Still... That's a shit excuse in my opinion." I added, continuing down the hall and out of the Art Department. What a piss-take. In silence, we entered the lobby of the university, the strong smell of coffee and fresh wood hitting my nose. No matter how many times I walk through here, that smell never gets any weaker.

The University itself is fairly new, and it's not very big compared to others. I think it opened like, a year or two ago? I can't remember off the top of my head. Either way, everything in here is still pretty pristine and new. There are only around two thousand students attending, which is almost the same amount as the college I went to before coming here.

The entire building was made to allow a lot of natural light in, so there are loads of windows, and everything is super open. almost every class has huge windows covering one wall, and even windows looking out into the corridors, which is kind of weird because people can look in at what you're doing when they walk past.

This main lobby is pretty huge. The entire front wall of the building was made of large glass panels reinforced by steel supports, and large IKEA-looking lights hung from the wooden beams crossing the ceiling. The walls are all painted a bright, icy white, and the floors are all tiled with the same polished grey tiles as the levels above.

Still not saying a word to each other, Vanessa and I walked from the top floor to the ground floor, down the four sets of varnished oak wood, open-well staircases. With everyone else already gone, the only sounds that met my ears, were the sound of one of the coffee machines cleaning itself out, and the two receptionists typing away on their keyboards behind the circular reception desk.

One thing I love about this Uni is how comfortable it is. It's almost like walking into your own home when you walk into the lobby. To the left of the front door is a large area full of soft multicoloured armchairs, sofas, and bean bags. This is where the coffee and vending machines are, both of which for once aren't overpriced. Along with those was a large indoor water feature covering the back wall, but only in that area, with a metal railing stopping people from hopping in and taking a swim, not that they don't try anyway.

That is what we students collectively call, the 'Vibes Corner', and it's where most of us spend our time if going to town or back to class aren't options that are on the table.

Each floor of the university is made very open, with all the balconies of the upper levels being glass. On the opposite side of the 'vibes corner', an occasional, graphite grey painted floating booth was extruded from it. I would not recommend sitting in them if you've got a fear of heights. Also on that side, were two staircases leading down to the four large lecture halls we've got here. They aren't used very often, but when they are, it's usually because some Industry Professional is coming in to talk to one of the classes.

"Remember I've got a meeting with the department head tomorrow, so classes are ending at one instead of four." Vanessa perked up as we headed through the revolving doors, and out into the icy winter air. A shiver rolled down my body, and a plume of steam left my mouth as I sighed and shoved my hands into my pockets.

"Right, one instead of four," I repeated as we walked down the stairs of the Uni and into the car park.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Humphrey" She smiled, wrapping her black woolly scarf around her neck and splitting off from me, heading towards her little sky-blue Fiat 500.

"See ya, Vanessa." I replied, pulling the hood of my white Tokyo Hoodie up, and making my way towards my own car. A snow-white Vauxhall Astra J VXR.

This car is my pride and joy. I sold my Yamaha MT-07 and worked my ass over for the last two summers to get enough money for this car, and with some help from my older brother Danny, I finally got enough money to buy it.

Pushing the button on my key, I unlocked the car and wasted no time climbing in, and getting the heating on. I pushed the key into the ignition and turned it. The car stuttered for a moment as most do with a cold start but quickly it growled to life.

I brought a new tuner exhaust for it recently and fitted it myself since I'm a little bit of a handyman, and it only made me love the car more. Mix the almost rally car sound with the whistle of the turbo, and I own audible sex, pretty much.

With the car running, I pushed the button to turn on the heated seats, connected my phone to the car's Bluetooth radio, turned on the headlights, and pulled out of the parking space, slowly cruising around the car park and stopping behind Vanessa in the junction for the main road.

There's something so fitting about her owning a little car like a Fiat 500, probably because she's pretty petite herself. The sound of her revving her engine brought a smile to my face, so I rolled down my window a little and revved back.

I held the gas pedal to the floor, causing the car to rev and backfire twice before I took my foot off and let it settle again. Compared to the new exhaust note this thing has, her car was basically silent.

I laughed out loud at the sight of her sticking her middle finger out of her window at me, before rolling my window up and pulling into the spot she'd been waiting in as she pulled out and headed off down the road.

Thankfully, the guy who'd let her out flashed his lights at me, signalling me to go, so after holding up my hand in thanks, I pulled out of the junction and began my drive home through the light snowfall.

Only a month now, and Christmas will be here again. Mine and Nikki's second Christmas without Danny, and our fourth without mom and dad.

Danny doesn't live with Nikki and me anymore. He moved to New York and has his own Architecture Company there. Then his wife Tabitha owns her own crazy awesome restaurant too, so to help take care of us now mom and dad have gone, he covers the living expenses of this house; things like bills and rent.

Food, my car insurance, and all the other things that directly affect me and Nikki, and up to us to handle. Nikki works some evenings as a waitress at a local Bistro, and I work as a Free Lance Artist.

Now, normally being Free Lance can be a kind of stale line of work, but I got quite lucky in that I took off pretty quickly. Whenever I open commission slots, they all fill up within two weeks, and it's actually pretty profitable. That reminds me, I should re-open them again soon.

Anywho... Mix that income in with the bursary I get from the University and the help Danny gives us, and money is never something Nikki and I have to stress about too much. Danny is well off, so I know him helping us does little to his financial situation, and if all goes to shit, mom and dad left all their money to us as a buffer.

As for mom and dad, they died when I was sixteen. Nikki had just turned fourteen, and Danny was twenty-four. They died in some freak car accident. They were heading back from a concert on their fifteenth anniversary, and a drunk driver swerved into them. It was kinda slidey on the roads and they span out. An eighteen-wheeler coming the other way hit their car and turned it into what was basically a fucking bean tin. They died instantly.

Since then, Danny has been looking after Nikki and me, and I've had my main priority be Nikki. Surprisingly, the three of us were able to handle it really well in terms of taking care of one another. However, in terms of handling mom and dad's death... it's safe to say none of us are over it.

The drunk driver was put in jail for manslaughter. As for the truck driver, Danny decided not to press charges. We got an insanely sincere and apologetic letter from him about a week afterwards, and Danny's kept it in a file that he took with him to New York.

Being almost Danny's age now, I don't know how he handled all of that so well. Then again, mom and dad were the greatest, and they brought us up better than I've seen any parent bring up their kids before.

I miss them both more and more as the days pass. Dad used to manage a large chain of Electronic Stores, and mom owned her own gardening shop in this very town. It was one of the things they left to me and my siblings in their will, but Danny, with the help of our grandparents who're now living in Spain, decided to sell it, and put that money into the buffer mom and dad had left to us.

Since then, contact with our grandparents has been fairly minimal. Dad's brother was a bellend, so we almost never spoke to him anyway, but his wife was a fantastic woman. Again, we've not heard from them since after we sold mom's flower shop... Or... At least Nikki and I haven't.

That's what Nikki get's bullied for, and it's what I got bullied for. Having no parents- being orphans. Kids will make fun of others for the most pathetic and disgusting things, and unfortunately, that was what Nikki and I lived through. It's what Nikki is still living through, but thankfully, this coming September, that will all come to an end.

I shook myself, forcing the thoughts to the back of my mind. I hate thinking about all that shitty stuff, cause it always puts me in a foul mood, and I want to be in a good mood for when I see Nikki since she's probably had another shit day at College today.

Thankfully, like my University timetable, she isn't in every day. Her attendance days are only Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, and mine are Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. So, that gives us plenty of time to spend with each other since they kind of line up.

So, hitting play on the small display screen in the dash, I cranked up the volume, and sped up a little, driving home to 'Avalanche by Walk The Moon'.

Thanks to the short days of winter, the sun had almost completely set, with the sky being painted a deep shade of purple. A light snow had started in the last mile home, which probably meant we'd have about a foot of it tomorrow morning, not that I'm complaining. Maybe Nikki would want to go for a walk in it since I know how much she loves doing that usually.

Carefully I reversed the car back down the driveway, pulled up the handbrake, and shut off the engine. I let out a sigh as I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat, and my phone from the driver-side door storage compartment, before pulling my bag onto my shoulder, and opening the door.

The icy air nipped at my nose and fingers as I opened the door, and again a cold chill rode down my spine. Quickly I pulled myself up out of the car and closed the door behind me, locking it as I made the small walk to the front door. I fumbled my keys in my hand before finally finding the house key, which I then slid into the keyhole, and allowed myself entrance. God bless Nikki, she'd gotten the fire going already.

"Yo, Nikki! I'm back!" I called into the house, taking off my bag and lifting it onto one of the three hooks to the left of the front door. My keys, I hung on the little key hooks to the right side of the door, and after patting the snow off my feet, I made my way into the living room.

This house wasn't very big, considering our family of five used to live here. There was the living room, the kitchen, one and a half bathrooms, and three bedrooms. Danny and I used to share a room, but after he moved out with his then-girlfriend, when he turned twenty, it became mine.

From the front door, was the small entrance hall. On the left was the door to the living room, and ahead, slightly to the right, was the door to the kitchen. On the right at the end of the hall, was a set of three stairs which led to the little guest bathroom, which was just a nicely decorated room with a toilet and a sink. Then the rest of the stairs climbed in the opposite direction, leading to the bedrooms and the main bathroom.

Nikki's used to be to the left of the landing, but it was a small, square-shaped room that we moved her out of after mom and dad passed. Instead, she took up our parent's room, and we now use her room as a spare room, although right now it's more of an oversized supply closet.

Directly opposite the landing, is Nikki's new room, then next door to that is mine, with the bathroom being the furthest door on the right wall. Both Nikki and my rooms are decently sized, with easily enough space for us to keep all of our things without it looking cramped.

"Humphrey!" Nikki cried, jumping down the small flight of stairs and charging into me, hugging me hard from behind.

"Oof... H-Hey, there you are." I laughed. The force of her running into me knocked the wind out of my lungs, but only for a moment. I wriggled around in her grip to face her and put my arms around her.

"No pants again? Really?" I asked, rolling my eyes and letting her go.

"What?" She asked in a fake offended tone. "I can walk around in my underwear if I want. Besides, I've got your shirt on, and that's basically a nightgown so..." She said with a shrug, pulling away from me and walking past me into the living room.

My sister is a pretty petite girl for her age, but then, my mother was the same. She definitely inherited more of mom's traits like Danny did, but I got most of Dad's, except the blue eyes.

Nikki's fur was a grey-blue colour and she had a head of lightly curled, just over shoulder-length hair. Mom moved from Alaska to Jasper after meeting dad, so naturally, her fur would be thicker. Then, her eyes had the same emerald green colour as Dad had. She had a good figure too, as much as she told herself she didn't. Slightly curvier than most girls, but a natural hourglass. I just wish she saw the good in herself more often.

Danny also inherited mom's fur colour and somewhat curled hair, but his fur, like mine and our dad's, was a pretty average length. He was tall too, taller than me, and I'm six-one. He had a short muzzle, like mom and Nikki do, but he was never really able to put on any weight, so he was always pretty lanky.

Then, there's me. I inherited my mom's sky-blue eyes and my dad's white-grey fur. My hair was like dad's used to be when he was younger. Average in length and always better looking the messier I make is. I used to be really into the gym in high school too, and I still kind of am if I ever find the time, so I'm pretty well built too. I think, personally, I inherited the best of both mom and dad, but I think the three of us all got off pretty lucky with the gene pool.

"I got the fire going for you." She changed the subject, jumping onto the sofa and cuddling up to one of the fuzzy, graphite grey couch cushions.

"I noticed," I responded with a smile, sitting down beside her with a sigh. "Thanks for that," I added, pulling my phone from my pocket and setting it down on the small coffee table in front of us, grabbing the TV remote from beside it and turning on the flat screen mounted on the wall.

"You think we'll get snowed in?" Nikki asked, looking past me and out of the front window. I followed her gaze. The orange light of the streetlamp outside illuminated the small speckles of falling snow. It was already heavier than it was only a little while ago.

"Maybe..." I responded with a shrug. "I'm finishing Uni at one instead of four tomorrow, so we can do something in that time if you want," I added, lifting my arm for Nikki as she adjusted herself, snuggling into my side with the pillow squeezed between her chest and her knees. I'm amazed she doesn't overheat with the fire going, whilst cuddling into me, and having a thick ass fur coat. Then again, she's not really wearing much so I guess that helps.

"What we watchin' then?" I asked, opening Netflix and looking down at Nikki. I couldn't see her too well, but I felt her shrug.

"What abouuuut..." I sang, pausing as I quickly glanced through the 'Continue Watching' list.

"Demon Slayer? We were getting towards the end right? We should try finish it." I smiled, scrolling across a few of my recently watched shows and stopping on Demon Slayer. Nikki didn't say anything else. I knew it, she's definitely had a shit day.

I set the remote down in my lap leaving Demon Slayer highlighted, and sighed.

"What happened today?" I asked.

She didn't say anything, and I felt a little frustration in me. Why can't she just catch a break for at least one day? If it's not taking the piss out of mom and dad being gone, it's taking the piss out of how close Nikki and I are, or her body, or her clothes, or some other stupid shit.

"They were calling you names..." She muttered, pulling her knees up closer to her chest.

"What names?" I asked softly. I don't care if they call me names, cause I'm way above that dumb shit, but Nikki is like me in the sense that she can kind of feel pain for people? I don't really think that makes sense honestly.

Basically, if someone yelled at my mom when we were younger, I'd get upset because mom had been yelled at. I still don't think that clears it up, but it's the best example I can think of.

"Sister fuck-"

I snickered but forced myself to stop quickly, bringing my hand up to my mouth. Nikki sat up, staring at me with a confused look on her face.

"Come on Nicks... That's pathetic..." I said with a smile. "That's really the best they've got?" I added.

"It's not fair though, is it?" She asked rhetorically, very clearly annoyed. "Are all siblings supposed to just argue and fight all the time? Like... Fuck off, just cause I'm not afraid to hug you when you drop me off, or say I love you or shit like that. Is that really so abnormal? I don't get it!" She said, all at once.

I had a bit of trouble keeping up with what she'd said, but once it'd been processed, I just gave her a shrug.

"Eh, let them say what they want about me, I don't give a shit. I only care if they're talking shit to or about you. I know what's true and what's not, and if they wanna go around calling me a 'sister fucker' just because we're closer than normal siblings, then whatever." I smiled, putting my arm around her and pulling her into me again.

All siblings love each other, even if they say they don't. Nikki and I just show it more than others do. We'll hold hands walking through town together, and like she said, there have been plenty of times where she's hugged me, or kissed my cheek, or told me she loves me when I drop her off, but to us, that's normal.

I mean, since it's only really been Nikki and I since mom and dad passed, and Danny moved away, we've gotten used to only having each other. If I had to guess, I'd say it was probably our age that made it weird to people. I mean, guess it was easier to ignore when we were fourteen and sixteen, but we just got closer as the years went on, and now we're here.

"It just pisses me off... Haven't they got better things to do?" She asked, again, rhetorically.

"Probably not," I started, lifting the remote and clicking on Demon Slayer.

"But we do. So, let's stop talking about those cock-heads, and watch some Demon Slayer." I smiled, setting the remote down at my side and wrapping my arms around Nikki. I love my family. What's so wrong with that?