Cain Harris's Point of view

"Werewolf, huh? Well, my little Pup, we've a month. By the end of it, you better be a respectable opponent, or Tilla's going to have a lovely piece of wolf pelt to work with."

"Uh…I'm so confused." I groaned.

"Join the club Pup, we're ordering T-shirts," the gruff female replied mockingly. Her dark curly hair was knotted heavily and her clothing was covered in dirt. There an outline of a red crescent on her forehead. MJ loved telling Yanette and me stories of the Red Vampyres that were exclusive to the Tulsa House of Night.

"You're a fledgling." I stated obviously.

"Good job Pup! I've been a fledgling for the better part of twenty-five years!"

My jaw dropped at that statement. So many oddities out there apparently.

"Technically you could be considered a fledgling too, Pup." She laughed and smiled creepily. "You can call me Master, or Eden. Apparently I've been given the right to pretty much teach you whatever, however I see fit!"

"Don't call me Pup, my name is…" Before I could finish my sentence she threw a rock at my head. I yelped and barely ducked.

"You're name shall be 'Pup' and you will answer to it, eh?" She put joking emphasis on the "eh," mocking the country she was living in. Typical Americans. I rolled my eyes at her and nodded.

"So if you would follow me, my soul mate is waiting for firewood…" Eden said, picking up a pile of wood and shoving it in my arms. "A big strong wolf like you can carry all this right?"

"Wait, Eden Anastasia, the Eden Anastasia?" I asked, finally recognizing her from pictures.

She simply shrugged and started walking. I followed quickly since she was the only one that could, apparently, help me. "Do me a favour and never mention Vampyres in front of Tilla. Or I'll kill you."

I grimaced, anticipating the future death threats to come. "So why did you and Tilla leave your House of Night?"

"Up on your modern Vampyre history aren't we, for a human at least?" She added another log to the pile. "Pup?"

"Well I wasn't exactly a normal human before I became a werewolf… I thought they didn't exist…"

She mumbled something under breath quickly that I couldn't catch. "Yeah? Well they are. Since you are one."

I sighed. "You never answered my question Master."

"Ew. Don't call me 'Master.' It makes me sound like a Sadistic Seme."

No matter what I asked her, she refused to talk to me about her life since the Vampyres had last seen her; only strictly repeating not to mention the species that she was. After a bit of walking we happened upon a log cabin sitting in a small clearing. I could hear a small generator and see a light on. A grey cat sat on one of the window sills. Eden took something out of her pocket and pat a powder onto her forehead, covering up her mark.

"Tilla? I got firewood and new pet!" She said as she opened the door. I stared in awe at the woman Eden was talking to. The famous Tilla Ceol was sitting in front of a small TV playing video games in a cabin in the woods near Vancouver! All this time!

The woman looked over at me, in slight shock. She then pouted at Eden. "I'm not good enough for you anymore! You had to go get yourself a young boy!"

Eden rolled her eyes. "This is Pup. He's a werewolf. I've been charged with teaching him how to be such."

"Pup?" Her eyes and smile widened. "Can I call him Puppers?"

Eden nodded. She seemed mildly pleased about something. I wondered what kind of hell I would be in for as the Eden Anastasia and the Tilla Ceol taught me how to be something that was until now was considered little more than myth.

During the next few days I spent with the two I learnt nothing. Tilla was very kind to me but Eden seemed wary. Their pets seemed to share their feelings toward me. It was like two moms were added to my impressive number of parental figures, and of the five they were the best (despite the fact that if I did anything that slightly offended Eden I would be gravely injured).

I ended up on the couch which was surprisingly comfortable, which accounted from Tilla's love of video games and Eden wanting her to be comfortable as she spent hours mindlessly holding a controller for one of the many consoles they owned.

On the fourth day there, I woke up to see Eden angrily chasing her cat. Tilla and her fox were no where to be seen. I sighed and grabbed the TV remote, seeing if they had any good channels. They didn't have any.

"Hey, Eden, why do you have a TV but no stations?" I asked, walking over to the pantry to grab some dried meat and a warm soda.

"You're up? Finally, any longer and I would've had Bagheera claw your face! Today we begin." She said, grabbing the book with the eyes. I looked at it warily as it eyed me up.

"From the book?"

"Don't be daft! I just taking it along for something to look through while you complete the task I'm going to charge you with, Pup."

Lesson One: How Not to Make a Salad

Eden dragged me into the middle of the woods and sat at the base of the tree. She looked at the book, which opened with no fuss. "Okay, Pup. You're in the woods. But you've been injured by a bear. And don't deny it—you so couldn't take a bear right now. Your injury leaves hunting out of the equation. You have no human money, so you're going to have to tough this one out yourself. What are you going to eat?"

I stared at her for a second. I though carefully, not wanting to get my head bashed in from saying something reckless. "Plants?"

"Good doggie. Now go make a salad." She told me as she picked at her cat's fur and paged through the book.

I looked around at the assorted plant life in the immediate area. To be truthful I could have known what was edible and what wasn't if I would have paid attention to my sister on any of the occasions she drug me to the green house or read aloud from a wildlife book. Pressing my luck I started picking random leaves and berries. When I had finished picking what looked the most edible, I dumped the pile at her feet.

"Ah, Dahpne berries. Shares namesake with the maiden nymph of Greek mythology, who transformed herself into a laurel to escape Apolle. What a treat." She stated softly. The woman pried off a berry from the sprig she had been twirling and held it between her teeth.

I almost sighed, for her tone. But one thing I knew about mythology, it doesn't normally end well. The berry was spat at my forehead at an impressive speed.

"Are you trying to poison me? A few of these can kill a human child. If you had made the folly to feast upon them, you'd be ill. Now go make me an edible salad this time."

Groaning I headed back into the forest, hoping to eventually please the crazy old woman. After several tries I eventually memorized several inedible and edible plant life; Yannette would be so proud of me, eh?

I would love to send a shout out to my lovely personal friend Paradisemomiji! She loves me so much and thinks I'm so awesome she wrote a fanfic about my fanfic (which she's, unfortunatly for you guys, not uploading) and in it she had all of Puppers' lesson done in Eden's POV so now I just have to switch it to protaganist number six. ^-^ His older sister interacting with her father should be up next... Unless I change my mind... Sorry for stopping the updates again. School takes so much out of me... Creager out~