So readers; I will NEVER EVER AGAIN update this quickly in succession, but lucky for me I live on the VA coast. If any of you are paying attention were sort of in a hurricane. So since everything from college to Kroger was closed today due to flood warnings, I neither had to go to school or work. Among other things I had a little time to spend with my sweetheart.

SIDE NOTE: this weekend I am going home to the ATL for a joyous festivities betrothed to those of us who can't take off work to actually go home during thanksgiving. So as I will be hung up with things like friends, a preemptive turkey dinner, malls that know what things like bcbg are, and over 2hr of real life wolf pack on Nov 20, I will not make time to update until after I'm home. Also, my real life man is taking leave to be home the same time I am. So as much as Jared is my first draft pick, he will be soo 2nd string for the next 10 days.

As always s/m owns it all…I just borrow a few of her men.

*************************************************Megan Fox*******************************************************

It had been a whole day since Kimby left me for those genital wart licking relatives of hers. A whole day of desperately trying to remember the exact aroma her panties had after 15 minutes of saying goodbye out in the car. A whole day since the wettest son-goddess in the world, begged me to make her cum. And unfortunately, only about the last 9 minutes since I've been not depressed enough about this fact to leave my fortress of solitude, built of Halo and pizzarolls. After folding and strapping on a freshly laundered pair of jeans that my mom dropped off during level 4 (a pair which I certainly did not deliver to the laundry room myself after the lady had the audacity to meddle in a man's pack business), I jumped out the second story hall window trying to perfect the mid-air dogplosion my man Jake only had the basketballs to pull off. I was only pawed out by the time I hit the ground, but was pussypickled determined to get it before school started.

It was technically my rotation off, but it was just a mind-blowing waste if I had to spend it with my birth defected sibling nuggets. A bonus was suddenly being brain linked to my wolf bro's cummings and goings, helping to distract Jared Jr. from his Kimless predicament. It was still the day shift, but I didn't mind pulling a double. For some reason I had a feeling I wanted to be present if anything balls-out funny was to occur with the guys today. (Somehow never finding knee slappers as giggle worthy when I have to read them through somebody like Embry's memories).

Both Jacob and Embry were rounding the Southern boundary in opposite directions, about the cross paths to wind in the patrol perimeter. It had been a shitless minute since we had any action, and even that fun had to be strangled from our crumby paws. After nearly making puppy chow of the sneaky red headed bitch a half dozen times, our dominating assault strike turned out to be just the Cullen's taking a grayish illegal joyride through Quileute stomping ground. Paul would have had him by his bloodless ballsack if corpse-my-cockgoldenlocks hadn't shown up. And to be specific, Quil totally smelled her downwind and had the perfect set up to rip out her momentarily unprotected back, but the loser hasn't all the way adjusted to the riggers of war, and still annoyingly hesitates with the vampgirls. I would have gone at least 4 hours sans-kim, to have been in the position to take blondie out myslef. There was no question as to my badassness, because there definitely would have been one less bloodsucking Cullen to deal with had I been able to take point. A fact at which I made very clear to Quil and his lady pity ego for the entire month following the excitement. Female or not, I would have punched her in right in her prissy dead ovaries.

I was nearly to the Eastern Border of our forest (a fave nature trail for firehair, since she knows its touching components with Cullen land and our hesitance to follow), and I asked Jake which circle he wanted me to make.

"You're early, so I guess just follow the line south and make a full perimeter until Leah crosses with you at the beach."

"10-4, you want me to do an extra lap near her house?" I was annoyed at his obsession, but I had my man's back.

"Nah, I'm heading up there anyway to get a head start on swing shift…Just make sure Seth and Collin know to stay in Center Zone tonight. I don't want them playing hero dogs and having there asses uncovered on the outskirts. Just in case we do run into anything."

"On it." I may choke his chicken all the time about his vampire lover-lover? But he was a good guy. Always lookin out and being a better brother than we deserved.

" I fucking love you too." He said in the most belligerent annoyed tone he could muster using a voice inside his head. And then he turned north towards Forks. Moving at triple speed, he fell out of conversation mode and into an unconscious blur of green and dirt. Which left just me and lame-o to shoot the shit in our fearless alpha's unexplainable absence.

"Sooooooooooooo….who's is it gunna be tonight? Bee Arthur or Rosie O'Donnell?

Whenever Embry and I are alone in our thoughts and our fanghunting, I always try to pass the time with a game I had construed to level the playing field between our mix matched interests and abilities. I was way faster and a little quicker in my reflexes than he was, but strategy wise nobody beat him. He wasn't anywhere near the biggest or the strongest, so all he had was his brain. His big sexy brain. Which I would never complain about anymore since realizing the perks of it. He and I never talked before the change, but after, me and the guys always stuck together; even at school. Sitting next this chubby in Chem class boosted my test grades 10fold in the semester I had to take advantage of it. Bros before Ho's who give multi page essay questions. He always wrote real big and scooted his paper to my side of his desk. So seeing as how any mental or physical competition was clearly in favor of one of us, the game I had made up took absolutely shit of that to mind. It was simple really. We both take a haggard or fugly broad, and see who can come up with the dirtiest most realistic sex fantasy with her. Poor Emb hadn't lost his cherry yet, and no matter what I ragged on the guy for, me and some of the fellas had taken it upon ourselves to get him at least laid by graduation. Despite his tangible naivety in the subject, he was surprisingly good at the game. Either he had his nose surgically attached to an anatomy book, or he would have to have religiously watched more porn than anyone I've ever met in my entire life. I could see Leah phasing in on the North end of the Res, and almost feel her grown/growl when realizing it was Embred game time. She tried her best to focus on the trail and pretend she couldn't hear us.

"Ughhh, that's like asking if I want to drink A- or O+".

"Sorry. Rules are rules. And if you don't decide quick I'm gunna make you do Miss Daisy again. Believe me, I would LOVE to see you try and top the reverse cowgirl on that old bag of bones." It was quiet for a few minutes and even though he didn't say anything, I had this feeling in my head like pissy and disgusted. After a little longer, Jake phased out completely and I figured he was fleshing it out peeping tom style to watch her read or whatever she does. Suddenly, to my delight, a hazy Rosie was climbing a staircase to hover over the biggest, blackest dildo in the history of existence. She was dressed only in a way too tiny scout-slut outfit; licking her lips and screaming to God like a Mississippi Jesus freak how much she wants it in the butt. This kind of raw initiative lit a fire under my ass and I started comparison shopping nipple rings on Bee's distinguished fun bags. Leah was more than disgusted, but still tried to pretend she was concentrating on the rocky terrain at the cliffs. As I was deciding on a color for miss Bee's fishnet bodysuit, and at the same time Rosie got a knock at her door in the form of a pizza delivery guy, a Bloodcurdling, unmistakable howl erupted close to town, accompanying the in phase of our alphas mind.

"One of you, , NOW!" It was the only thought Sam could relay before he phased out again but I was already changing direction like a Tokyo drift. Embry and Leah headed in the direction of her house, ready to circle in a protective perimeter. It was only a minute or two later when Seth phased in. He was standing in his back yard, a few feet away from his screened in porch, looking on at the small crowd huddled outside the door. As if pressing rewind on a VHS tape, we all (including the rest of the pack popping into mind one by one), started getting a sped up version of the events of the afternoon.

Billy was wheeling his ass around the produce section of one of only two little-type general stores that you could buy groceries at on the reservation. Out of nowhere, the owner's wife Mrs. Casados bursts through the back door from the adjoining house and starts balling into tears. She's flailing all around and sobbing about an ambulance and then the other two shoppers start asking her what's wrong. By this time, I'm only minutes away and the rest of the pack is watching on from there scattered posts. The only one not present and accounted for was Collin. Only weeks into the club, so he hadn't mastered all the bells and whistles of pack life yet. Such as, no matter what episode of Hannah Montana you may be secretly watching, when papa howls, you come a'runnin.

At this point in Seth's movie, Mrs. C is still blubbering incoherently but starts spouting words like fever and sick and Brady and shaking and hospital, all while holding the phone and being so upset she can't decide which buttons to push. Like the true Chief blood running through his veins, Billy reaches for her hands, and for a moment he just firmly holds them and stares calmly in her eyes. She momentarily stops crying and her eyes get bigger when she looks at him,

"Calm down Annie, calm down. Take me to him." The other shoppers, more confused than anything else, just kind of stand there and watch him roll through the back door. They go through the little living room where the middle of some Anne Hathaway movie plays on, obviously been abandoned as has the half spilled bag of popcorn on the floor. Billy was through the kitchen and into the back family room when he saw him. Shaking and sweating profusely curled up on the floor. Both his twin sister and his two smaller sisters (also twins) were sitting in the corner, all on the same giant recliner, looking on horrified at their brother. His teeth were clenching and he was straining all his muscles holding himself around his legs.

"Wwweee werre all about to sit down to lunch and I told Bbbbrady that he needed tttttooo mowwww the lawn before his dad got home. He just ssstttarted shaking and sweating and yelling. He crawlled out here and just started shhhhaking harder and saying how bad it hurts and how hot he is." All Billy did was look down at the phone now in his hands and dialed Sam's number.

By this time I was more content to just look on at scene myself since I was now standing next to Seth. Sam was here, human, crouching over Brady now on the steps of the Clearwater's, with Billy a few feet behind in the porch. The Clearwater's were only a few streets away from the Casado's store, and he was probably brought here for a more secluded atmosphere for what was about to happen. His parents were hugging each other, terrified a good distance away from the porch, and Sue held on to Natalie supportively, who had her twin sisters tucked between them.

Sam had his hands on Brady's chest and on the top of his head. He was heaving in between sobs and switching between a look of awkward confusion about Sam's proximity and a face holding the most excruciating pain.

"Let it out Brady. It will hurt less if you stop fighting it. Just breathe and let your body take control." His mother's sobs just kept getting louder at this point. I was a little annoyed it was taking up my attention.

"Brady listen, listen to me. This will all make sense soon. I'm not leaving you. I'm going to stay right here. You just need to let go and trust me."

Not even able to disobey pre shift, he slowly started getting up, the way a man in wheel chair might try to. With Sam's hand protectively hovering over his shoulder he started stumbling away from the house to the middle of the yard. He turned around to everyone with a very scared look on his face, uncontrollably shaking his fists were they hung. Sam, who was now keeping away a little distance made eye contact with him and just nodded. Brady looked around at everyone there, lingering on the eyes of his parents and started to nod his head back and fourth.

"Don't fight it." Sam repeated. And almost as if he looked into the face of death, his body contorted and he left out a scream the slowly turned into a howlish growl. His body was replaced by the gangly form of an oversized honey colored wolf with brown spots and oversized feet. He stood on fours still shaking, even more confused than before.

We could all feel his pain of the first time and the splitting headache that his new wolf mind was tearing into him with all the new sensory overload. We all tried to be calm and sincere and understanding in our thoughts. It was the least we could do for the poor little kid.

But unlike three weeks ago when we went through a similar situation with Collin behind the soccer field, Brady's thoughts were much different. Instead of just wrapping in the pain and confusion of being a wolf, and trying to recite all the current Dallas Cowboys stats to calm himself down like Collin, Brady was thinking in jumbled layered thoughts. They were all mixing and crossing going a million miles and hour. On top of being scared and confused and hurting, there were also these flashing images of colors and pictures and photographs and memories. Like he was on some kind of crazy acid trip trying to figure out the square root of grape soda and the middle guitar cords to stairway to heaven and the memory of being ashamed of a class picture and Jessica Alba naked. Make that Rihanna, no now Megan Fox.

I liked the fucker already.

***You know what do ppl. I introduce you to my man, you introduce me to your thoughts***