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Funkita - lmao right? It's another one of my favorite scenes! This whole story is my favorite really, xD Thanks for sticking around and reading despite the gaps in updates.


Clawdeen Wolf was walking down the hall from Mad Science, which she just came from, with Heath Burns at her side. "That was some experiment wasn't it?" He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

She grinned, her pearly canines nearly blinding him. "Hell yeah it was, thanks for setting Cleo up to get the majority of the goop from the explosion."

Heath shrugged his shoulders. "Anything for you, Miss Wolf." He had to admit, her look was on fire today. She wore a tight fitting halter-top, tight dark denim jeans and ankle boots to match the color of said halter-top accompanied by the exact matching denim jacket. Clawdeen was very good looking – all of the Wolf children were – they had excellent genes though.

They were stopped in their tracks by Bram Devein, whom was walking right toward them. Heath's eyes widened, he didn't want any trouble. He didn't know much about the mysterious vampire… but he knew not to get in his way. "Greetings, flame-boy and Miss Wolf."

Clawdeen folded her arms just under her breasts, which unbeknownst to her only accentuated them further in his eyes. "Hey Bram, can I help you?"

He took a moment to look her all the way up and all the way down. He connected their gazes. "I most certainly hope so."

She bit down on her lip, in the back of her mind she secretly wanted to impress him. Even though she had no intention of letting him touch her… she still wanted the chase. "Which service of mine can I offer?"

"Price don't matter to him, I'm sure." Heath commented, but shut up immediately as soon as Bram glared at him.

"Your time is all I require," he gave her a warm smile, taking her perfectly manicured hand and placing a kiss on it. "tonight, come by my mans-uh, place. I'll text you the address."

Bram left Clawdeen and Heath standing there, both bewildered. She lightly growled at Heath. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll pound your pretty face in."

"Aww, you think my face is pretty?" Heath asked her. He backed up when Clawdeen stepped forward. "You got it ma'am! These lips are sealed!"

She gave a curt nod. "Good."

(¯`·._(¯`·._(¯`·._( MONSTER HIGH )_.·´¯)_.·´¯)_.·´¯)

Deuce normally had a strict no-eating policy in his car… but he decided to let it slide this time. Once Mr. Where gave them permission to leave for the day, which might land him in trouble with H-H later, the gorgon took his werewolf and they didn't look back toward Monster High. They did, however, go for ice cream. Clawd was licking it absent-mindedly, he hadn't said much since they left. "Thank you, Deuce… for being there for me, like you always are." He reached for the gorgon's unoccupied hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Clawd, I was serious when I said I wanted to give this a fair shot. You've been there for me more times than I can count. I would be a real bad boyfriend if I wasn't your rock when you needed it." Deuce said, his gaze shifting towards the wolf who had a bit of ice cream on his lips. Man what he would give to lick that off.

Clawd trailed his tongue over his lips and Deuce watched him, slightly swerving the vehicle. He was positive that the werewolf didn't know how attractive he was being in that very moment. "Am I making you hot?" Clawd smirked, wearing the same cocky smirk he had been for the last couple days straight.

"Dangerously." Deuce admitted, gripping the steering-wheel tighter. Why did Clawd have this affect on him? He wanted to toss the ice cream cone out the window and have his way with him.

"Good, I like it when you're hot and flustered." He commented, continuing to eat his cone. Clawd soon finished it and left no traces of food evidence in the vehicle. He wanted the gorgon within him this time but he could tell the shorter was still sore. Even driving, anytime he moved his leg he could see the wince on his face. "Babe, as much as I'd love to have you naked and on top of me again… I don't wanna hurt you anymore."

They connected their gazes when Deuce stopped at an intersection near the Wolf Residence.

"I mean it Deuce, I love touching you, kissing you, the embrace of you in my arms… but I feel so bad that you're sore." Clawd had a hunch that his gorgon would try to deny it. "Don't you even try, we can wait awhile before the next go. I'm cool with it. I just want you near me." He kissed the back of Deuce's hand before a car honked at them moments after the traffic light turned green again.

Deuce glanced in the review mirror, part of him wanted to be a dick and wait until the light was ready to turn yellow. That would teach the driver for honking at him and ruining the moment. He came to the conclusion the driver of the shit-box wasn't worth his time, Deuce put a little more speed into going through the traffic light. "Are you sure? I don't mind a little pain." The gorgon stated, last thing he wanted was for his wolf to think of him as selfish.

Clawd shook his head, "Yes I'm positive. I could use a nap honestly," he moved his hand and winced in pain, he nearly forgot about punching his childhood 'friend' in the mouth. Some friend he turned out to be. "I can't believe I punched Rom in the mouth..."

"You didn't stop there babe - you put him in his place." Deuce couldn't help but chuckle, he swore the older wolf (being Romulus) had even peed himself a little. "I just wish you knocked out a few more teeth, in all honesty."

Clawd rested his head against the back of the seat, he let out a sigh. "I sure hope I did… normally he talks shit and I can just ignore him. Pretend he doesn't faze me, which pisses him off even harder, but the moment he started talking about Clawdeen I just fuckin' lost it. Trust me, I've seen him get all hot and bothered with pictures of my sister in his hands. I know he wants her to be his forever mate… but our parents aren't old school like that to make her."

"Make her like, arranged marriage?" Deuce wasn't a huge fan of the whole marriage thing, like he couldn't picture Clawd not in his life. If the wolf proposed, he would say yes in a heartbeat. But to have to choice ripped away? That pissed the gorgon off more.

Clawd nodded immediately. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about. Technically, Romulus Senior, Rom's dad, tried to do the whole, 'I want my first born son to marry your first born daughter', which you know would be Clawdia, but she didn't really get along with Ace like that either. So they wanted to do that with Rom and Clawdeen instead. Because she's the next oldest female. But dad said no. Actually, pops said, 'Fuck no, fuck that and you'."

"Why didn't they want you and say, a daughter?" Deuce could just picture someone telling Clawdeen who she was going to marry. That she-wolf marched to the beat of her own drum. Nobody was gonna tell her shit.

Clawd scoffed. "Because we're the 'weaker' pack of wolves according to Romulus Senior. He wants to keep his family name going, not ours." Besides, he didn't mind a lot of Romulus' siblings, but he couldn't picture himself with one of them. "There's Ace, Romulus Junior, Avery, Bentley, Crescent, Howlston, Azalea, Dixie, Ginger and Diesel… and she never miscarried or missed a beat. They don't know loss like mom and dad."

"Weaker pack? But Pops goes all 'kung fu ninja wolf', when anyone tries to mess with his family. How's that weaker?" The gorgon truly didn't understand, if anything it sounded like there wasn't even love in that household. No time for bonding. Without that, in his eyes Romulus's family seemed to be the weaker pack.

Clawd thought about it, his father had a strong, pure heart. He always did, but he knew when to be stern too. "A pack's 'strength' is determined by the number of pups within it. Pops was only a single wolf. Nana Leena and Papa Pawsley couldn't have anymore than him for some reason or another. Even though Mr. Where and your dad were his adopted brothers… it doesn't count to other wolf packs. If you can't have a big litter of pups, you aren't worthy. That's what Rom was talking about when he went off about mom too, that her miscarrying and shit made them weaker."

"Oh..." Deuce said pulling in the drive way of Clawd's place, the gorgon sat there and thought for a moment. "Is that why he made the comment about you not being as strong… because physically we could never have pups of our own?" The gorgon pondered in thought, so what if his mama wolf lost a couple pups – that made her weak? In his eyes that made her the strongest he knew, even with the information Mr. Where shared earlier today.

He gave a nod, "Precisely. But I mean, I don't care about that Deuce. Clawdia and Max will probably have their own soccer team we can spoil the shit out of. That's not counting Clawdeen, Howleen… and the boys, if the boys have pups of their own, they carry on the Wolf name." He wanted so badly to ask Deuce who's name he would take if the both of them decided to get married.

"As long as you're okay… I don't want to limit your possibilities Clawd." The gorgon didn't really mean to say it out loud, it kinda just came out.

Clawd was astonished that Deuce even thought about that. "Nah, don't worry babe. As long as I'm not limiting you either – we'll be alright. Besides, something tells me if we can't get Clawnor hitched, he's gonna live with us. I mean, y'know, me." His cheeks went through several shades of pink before settling on the deepest red hue they could muster. "Anyway, we'd better go." He popped open the door of the car and stretched his limbs.

He met Deuce around the other side and shared a quick kiss with him before they entered the home. The scents in the air were just mouth-watering.

Scarlet was jamming in the kitchen to some smooth R&B, while they caught Barkley kissing her neck. Is that where Clawd got it from?

"Hi my pup, hello my gorgon." She narrowed her eyes over her shoulder.

Barkley separated himself from his wife and continued grating the cheese he was told to about 5 minutes ago. "Hey boys, what's good?" He asked them.

Clawd wasn't sure if he should tell them about the altercation or not. They were home about an hour earlier than usual.

"Well. Clawd kind of punched Romulus today. In the teeth." The gorgon figured ripping off the band-aid was the easiest thing to do. Plus there was no way of hiding Clawd's hand from 2 protective parents.

Scarlet growled and turned around. "Clawd Alexander-"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute - before we get all hasty up in here, let's hear the boy out." Barkley warned, Scarlet backed off, her fur still standing on end. Barkley gave Clawd a props fist bump when she wasn't looking. "So… please tell me how this went down. I'll be hearing from the senior Rom I'm sure but I wanna know what went down from your view."

"Well really, it happened so fast. I guess Romulus was looking for Clawd, I don't know why, don't really care. Anyways, the dick-face started saying some stuff." The gorgon really didn't want to tell pops what was said, he didn't wanted to raise the elder wolf's blood pressure before he took his 5th or 6th dose of medicine – ever. "Clawd remained cool, until dick-head swung at him. That's when the growling, barking and fists came in." The gorgon stated, still remembering Clawd shoving him out of the way. Deuce knew the wolf was trying to get him out of the way of getting hurt.

Barkley reached for Clawd's wrist and brought it forward. "Shit son! You must've punched him right in the mouth, I can tell… you're sporting some bloody canine teeth marks on your knuckles. I'll grab some ice."

"You'd better have had a good reason to start shit Clawd," Scarlet warned him. "if you swung for a dumb reason and ruined your entire school career, everything you've worked towards so far… ooh, boy you don't wanna know what I'll do to you-"

Deuce pulled his hand away from Clawd and noticed that he was shedding heavily. He was clearly nervous.

"Scarlet – damn it all woman, please… I wanna hear Clawd's side. Because you and I both know that family stretches the truth for miles." Barkley gave her a warning growl. She backed down and busied herself grating cheese angrily. "Now Clawd… go on."

"Well, I guess Rom thought he smelled me around the corner but it I guess it was actually Deuce. So I was maybe 10 steps behind him, I turn the corner and he's sniffing Deuce, he was surprised that I left my scent all over him… I asked him if he had a damn problem with that. Apparently he did. He said he didn't mind me being gay and all but he asked me why I couldn't stick to my own damn kind. I told him to mind his business. Then he started in about us being weaker and shit… but then, he started talking us down as a family, me… but when he brought Clawdeen up? I lost it."

Barkley understood very well, that whole damn family knew exactly what buttons to press to get them going, sadly. "They're experts at trying to get under our skin, they've been doing it for years bud."

Clawd clenched his other fist, thinking about this irritated him all over again. "I basically shoved in his face that he was only upset because Clawdeen didn't reciprocate his feelings and that's when he swung at me. He swung first."

That was good information to know. Typically the one who swung first got into more trouble for 'starting' it. "Good, that gives me some leverage to work with." Barkley noted, giving Scarlet another block of cheese to grate, since she didn't seem to stop when the one in her hand got low. He popped the cheese cube into his mouth.

"Poor Uncle Ellie..." Clawd said softly, "I almost knocked him over to get at Romulus again. I grabbed his throat, dug my claws in… basically told him that if he ever talked shit about any of us again, he'd be doing it from intensive care."

"Woo! Damn." Barley commented. "You don't talk like that… I almost don't believe it was you, Clawd."

Clawd groaned lightly. "Nah, it was definitely me dad. It was like, I didn't even register what was going on until I looked up and saw Mr. Hackington hold Romulus back and Uncle Ellie trying to talk to me. I panicked… I knew I shouldn't have done it but… I couldn't let him talk like that, I refuse. I'll hit him again if he does-"

"Now Clawd, let's not try and have this happen again if we can help it." Barkley warned him. "But… I'm proud that you stood your ground, son. Knowing that he technically started it puts me in a good position if H-H calls me in over it. If she does, I got your back, Clawd. No matter what. Even if you were in the wrong, I'd still have your back."

Scarlet crossed her arms over her chest after having sprinkled several layers of cheese and meat and lasagna noodles all through the pan. Her homemade lasagna was amazing – even Deuce approved and learned how to make it – well worth the wait it took to make it. "Clawd you can't be going around this world all hot-headed baby, you just can't. You'll be getting sued and arrested for assault on this side of high school. You just can't be doing that shit. I don't care who you are, it takes a stronger wolf to walk away from it than it does to stoop down to his level."

Deuce felt bad for Clawd, he'd been stress shedding all through this conversation. He knew what Scarlet was saying but he wished it wasn't so harsh.

Clawd heaved a sigh, "I know mom, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to disappoint you."

"No, no baby, you didn't disappoint me… if anything your sore, bloodied knuckles make me proud too. I'm glad you sucker punched the asshole, but I don't want you to hurt your own self or ruin your own image because of him. Now that ain't fair." She garnished the lasagna and opened the preheated oven. She had 2 deep dish lasagna pans full to pop into the oven.

Clawd nodded, his parents really did want the best for him. "Uncle Ellie might be late, he told Deuce and I to go early… he'll probably have to answer to Bloodgood about that."

Barkley gave a smile, "He's always got our back. It's good to have a teacher on your side too, you never know when you could need someone on the inside to sway or make something not turn out as bad."

"You ran from Bloodgood today, but you won't be able to avoid her tomorrow." Scarlet warned her son.

Clawd began to shed once again. He barely considered having to meet up with her, or have her call him into her office.

That even made Deuce's skin crawl, he couldn't picture how the other felt about possibly talking with Bloodgood. The gorgon noticed Clawd was losing more hair again, at this rate the werewolf was going to be naked by dinner. Which honestly Deuce wouldn't mind.

Barkley waved it off, "Don't worry Clawd, Bloodgood might seem intimidating but she's cool. She didn't rat Sawyer out to his normie school when he'd skip there and come to Monster High all the time. She adored the 3 of us." Of course he was referring to himself, Elliot Where and Sawyer Gorgon.

Clawd knew Bloodgood had been around for a long time, though he wasn't sure how long. "She was the principal when you guys were in high school?"

Scarlet nodded. "Oh yes, she was a hard-ass then. I'm sure she hasn't changed."

The younger werewolf's ears flattened.

"She is kinda cool, honestly." The gorgon knew there was many times she could have caught him on skipping class, she played it off as she didn't see him or he had a spare.

"She won't be an issue, bud." Barkley gave Clawd's arm a rub, he noted his son wasn't shedding as much as he was a few moments ago. "Why don't you go take a shower, cool off? Might not hurt to dive into any homework either - just in case I can't charm my way out of you receiving any punishment."

Scarlet rolled her eyes, "Oh you think you're big pimpin' don't you?" She couldn't help the grin on her face. "No one can resist the charms of 'Barkley Wolf'." she air-quoted.

He smirked, "You couldn't."

She smacked him with her oven mitt. "Get out of here, all of you. Go, go, go."