This story is for my cat who had to be put to sleep last year.
Tell me what you think!
RL's annoying right now, apologies for lateness!
Do you like who Wolfie is or not?
Wolfie POV
I rest my head on Nessie's lap while waiting to get home. Ignoring the pack is pretty easy, but now with Sammy in my head, it is a lot noisier.
Yawning sometimes helps though, which I now do. I sit up and scratch my ear awkwardly. It is awkward just being a wolf pup in general. Growing up a wolf, I didn't much act like a human or anything. Well, more think. I didn't know about keeping your stuff hidden.
It is cool though how I can hide my thoughts from the rest of the pack. Being the son of the alpha and knowing more secrets to being a wolf. I read the old stories in my wolf body, and realised there was a secret code. It told of different stories, ones they wanted to keep secret. There was even one saying about a woman raped by a cold one and drinking blood. It said she was stoned alive, but her child survived and had to be burnt alive.
Yeah, the stories are sometimes more implicit and to the point than you'd think.
Paul dropped us off and drove away once Vanessa shut the car door. I still hate him for what he did to Bella, actually my whole pack does. Especially my papa. My papa and Bella were best friends growing up and she knew about the legends way before she started dating Paul.
I trot inside and listen. I knew Bella wouldn't be home yet, she works a lot of hours on the days she works.
Vanessa gets to work on getting herself some food while I watch.
She sits to eat and finishes quicker than a hoover.
I yawn again and shake my head, morphing smoothly into human while trotting upstairs. Yeah, I can run naked upstairs on my hands and feet, Nessie can do it too!
Pulling on cut-off jeans over my boxers, I jog downstairs and stretch, hearing bones crack and don't like it. Ugh, being human's too weird.
It'a almost as weird as being three years older than your imprint, and looking half a decade, at least, older than her. Or having the name 'Wolfie'. Whatever.
I guess just my whole life is messed up. Being born a shape shifting wolf, only knowing I could turn human after three years being a wolf an one year being a refusal sized wolf. Then finding out your true love was an ugly newborn baby. Nessie is much cuter now, but I cant see how you could call any newborn baby cute unless you are directly related. Or just a girl... Who knows? I just now she did not look pretty covered in blood and pretty much bald...
And then my life just gets weirder as my paws suddenly become to size of my head! Then again, looking at my dad, I can see why my paws are so big and why I'll be a giant when fully grown.
The awkward thing about my life is, I'm Wolfie, son of Jacob Black the Alpha of the Black pack. And Nessie is, Vanessa, daughter of Paul the soon-to-be alpha of the Uley pack, imprint to me and has the responsibility of birthing a new pack. We're meant to join the packs finally, but it'll be Nessie who decides whether we'll be lap dogs to vampures, or rise above them and finally destroy our enemy. Our future lies in the hands of a nine year old...
Our elders are such great thinkers! I think sarcastically.
"What's that, Wolfie?" Nessie asks, now wearing a blue and pink dress and done some twist thing with her hair.
"Just thinking aloud." I lie smoothly. I have a habit of speaking my thoughts so the pack don't hear my mind, I just continue it in human form. Little awkward at family parties when you say how bad the elders smell...