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"Slow your heartbeat down, Two-Bit, before you have a heart attack." ordered Darry as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table, eyebrows raised in the direction of the other teen. His ears were tuned towards hearing the teen's heart racing in his chest, the scent of fear still clinging in the air.
"You can hear my heart beating? What else?" asked Two-Bit in confusion and curiosity as he too leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, eyes locked on the older Greaser. The scent of fear had dwindled down to the scent of curiosity and excitement, his muscles twitching underneath his skin with the excitement.
"Your heartbeat, the scent of your fear the minute I did the partial shift, your muscles twitching every few seconds as your curiosity rises. Your foot tapping on the floor, which is driving me crazy. As well as your initial natural scent, underneath the booze and chocolate from this morning." explained the wolf as he decided to lean back in his chair, his nostrils flaring as he brought the other teen's scent in.
"Natural scent? Since you can smell it, what is it?" asked Two-Bit as a smirk started to form on his lips, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. Darry closed his eyes and took a deeper breath, memorizing and familiarizing the scent in front of him.
"Underneath the booze and chocolate, there's the scent of the earth, your mother's perfume, natural energy which is stronger. There's something else there, but I can't really describe it, it's tantalizing, really catches my attention." explained the older Greaser in all honesty, his eyes showing that he was telling the truth.
"I didn't think you could get all that much just from one scent. What are your brothers' natural scents?" asked the younger of the pair with wide eyes, his interest showing clearly in his voice.
"They're almost completely similar when it comes to their scents. Cinnamon, nature, the scent of woods. A deeper scent, something heavier than our parents' scents, it has more of a musk to it than anything. Ponyboy's scent is stronger because he's younger and still forming it, I'd be able to locate them just by scent even in a crowd. The closer I am to them, connection wise, is the more I'll be able to recognize of their scent. We can pick up on any changes in scents, behavior, things like that just by being around them." explained Darry as his eyes flickered a few times to the icy blue, his eyes locking on the other teen's eyes.
"I know I'm just bombarding you with questions after questions, but, what caused you to do the full shift? It's not like it's a full moon or anything. Like. Can you do it on will or is it forced?" asked Two-Bit as he leaned even closer over the table, earning him a slightly beated huff from the older teen.
"The shift that you caught the result of was basically forced, I held it back for as long as I could. My body finally gave in and my wolf took over, the shift was forced by the wolf. I can't hold it back for a long time, without it being forced out like that. The longer I hold it back, the more likely I have of shifting without control. No control and somebody could get hurt." said Darry with tiny hints of guilt in his voice, as if he knew the outcome of the lack of control.
"I have about a thousand more questions to ask, but without knowing what time the rest of the gang are coming back, I'll settle for asking one last question. What was your first shift like? Your very first initial shift." asked Two-Bit as he rose from his seat to walk over to the fridge, starting to root around to see if there were any beer in the clear back of the fridge.
"I was 14 when I went through my first initial full shift, it wasn't supposed to happen until I at least turned 16. When the shift had started, I had no clue of what was going on or how to handle it. I was practically writhing on the floor in pain, it was that intense. Bones snapping and muscles tearing free from the bones. Believe me, it's not something you ever want to go through. Females that are bitten or born usually never survive the first initial shift, their bodies aren't strong enough to tolerate it. Born males have a higher rate of survival and bitten shifters have little control when it comes to their wolves. They have to be trained and taught how to control their wolves. I would never want to relive my first shift." explained Darry in all honesty, his voice fading out the minute he heard the front door of the house open, hearing it clang back against the wall when it opened.
"One last question." whispered Two-Bit softly but quickly, wanting to get the question out of the way before anybody overheard them. Darry made a small gesture with his hand to give the teen the chance to continue with his question. The younger Greaser seemed to consider how to ask the question before he just blurted out "Are we all Pack? Or is it just wolves?". Darry snorted softly under his breath before he cast a smile in the teen's direction.
"Of course you're Pack, you're family. Everybody here is Pack, it's not just about wolves, humans help keep the Pack balanced out." whispered out the wolf before the kitchen was overrun with the rest of the gang who were trying to find anything and everything to eat.
"Any chocolate cake left over, Dar?" asked Ponyboy as he walked up behind his older brother and wrapped his arms around his neck from behind, his scent wrapping his older brother fully. Darry turned his head in the direction of his younger brothers', chuckling softly under his breath.
"Second shelf in the back." replied the wolf as he grinned at his younger brother, who was still clinging to him like a little kid. Darry reached up and around and ruffled the youngest Curtis' hair, earning him a a swat at his hand. Ponyboy turned around and untangled himself from his oldest brother, turning to head back towards the fridge in search of the cake, his scent trailing behind him. Darry's eyes flickered a few times to the icy blue when an unknown scent trailed after his youngest brother's, the scent of another wolf, an Alpha. Two-Bit reached over and slapped the oldest Greaser's arm with a quick gesture towards his eyes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Darry blinked a few times and rubbed at his eyes until they returned to their natural color, shaking his head a bit at the other teen, a silent way of telling him that they would discuss it later.