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Betty cautiously dipped her legs into the portal.
"Sweet Pea? Oh, Sweet Pea?" She called, hoping that he was close and she wouldn't have to go searching.
Dammit, no answer.
Betty heaved herself all the way onto the soft grass, welcome to the warmth of the sun that dappled her skin. She wished she could just lounge in here, but she was on a mission.
Sweet Pea, where the frick are you?
Betty reached out with her mental connection. It didn't seem to work in the real world, not since he talked with her the night she became a witch, but he explained that mental connections were super hard to do. It was just a part of being a wolf, but mentally connecting among others? Super-duper not popular. In here, however…
She could feel his presence, and she could feel him almost purposely ignoring her.
"Oh, great," Betty muttered.
Now that she was aware of his mental presence, though she couldn't pick up any thoughts, it was just a matter of following it to him.
It wasn't hard to do. Sweet Pea's mental energy swirled around like an angry cloud; sullen, sinister, heavy. It tasted of burnt popcorn and was undeniably dark.
"What have you worked yourself into?" Betty asked, feeling a chill nip across her exposed skin, causing goosebumps to raise.
As she approached the magical hut, she saw a flash of dark fur out of the corner of her eye. She spun in the soft grass, catching a glimpse of the black wolf through the trees. She threw her backpack into the hut and took off after it.
"Sweet Pea!" She said, "Sweet Pea! Come back here, you ass!" She said, frustrated about the whole thing right about now.
She found herself in a small clearing, and then all at once, his presence was everywhere. She locked her jaw, spinning in a circle...and coming face to face with a wolf's snout.
One look into the dark eyes told her that any trace of Sweet Pea was currently buried deep down. This wolf didn't resemble him much at all. The eyes were feral, threatening. A low growl rose from his throat.
"You're kidding me." Betty said in a single tone. Fear was present, a little, but more than that was a sense that Sweet Pea was far too much gone. There was guilt too; she should have checked in after Day 1. She felt a little responsible for letting it go so bad so quick.
Betty reached out a slightly-quivering hand, holding her breath, and she went for Sweet Pea's oversized ears. There was a single moment when she thought he was going to snap her hand off, but then she was touching soft and slightly fuzzy fur. She rubbed her hands over his ears like she'd pet a dog, and she could see the moment in his eyes when Sweet Pea came back into it.
The next thing she knew, he was human again.
"Ack! Clothes!" Betty demanded, throwing her arms over her face, turning away.
"The fuck were you thinking, Cooper?" Sweet Pea demanded hotly, stalking up inches from her, much too nude for her to really give him any solid answer, "Going up to a feral wolf? Fuck...I could have killed you?"
"Clothes." She demanded in a sharper tone. She heard an angry muttering, and then he jogged away and came back, well at least in shorts, "I have truly seen you naked more than I'd like."
"Can't help it our clothes go ripping off when we transform into gigantic wolves," Sweet Pea's voice was low, "But stop avoiding the question."
"I've never been afraid around you. I knew you wouldn't hurt me."
"That wasn't me!"
"Fine, that your wolf wouldn't. It didn't, so-,"
"Just, fuck," Sweet Pea kicked a tree stump.
"Sweet Pea, maybe we need to talk about this," Betty said, coming up on his side, "You've been in here three days. You nearly lost yourself to the wolf."
"I'm not ready. I don't want to go out there yet." Sweet Pea said resolutely.
"Okay, but Fangs explained about the whole Alpha command. He says there's something else that's bothering you, but they don't know what. Is there something else?"
"I don't need parenting," Sweet Pea growled in her face, "I don't need you babying me, checking up and offering to hear about my problems like you somehow care or something? Go away." He turned to walk away from her.
At first, Betty was deeply hurt. Then, she thought about his words.
She jogged to catch up with his long strides.
"Okay, so. One; my place, you don't get to tell me to go." She got in between him and his direction, putting a hand on his chest to stop him, "Two; this is not me parenting," She made a swirling motion with her fingers, "This is what being friends is. So no, it's not fake. I do actually care. And three; you have daddy issues. Or mommy issues. Probably both. Somehow, and I'm guessing it was FP, he set those off. Do I get a gold star?"
Sweet Pea swatted her arm off, screwing up his face.
"So, I did get it." Betty said, "Because honestly, you say more by saying nothing."
"Don't talk about it." Sweet Pea said, "To anyone, specially not your little boyfriend,"
"What is so wrong with Jughead?" Betty knew he was upset, but couldn't help but flare up, "I should be with him right now, by the way, but instead I'm tracking down a moody wolf."
"What do you think he'd say if he knew that you've seen me naked?"
Betty bit her lip, "You're an ass, Jordan." She snapped, "I'm happy. H-A-P-P-Y. Do you know how long it's been since I was truly happy? Off meds, magical or not, and with someone that actually likes me back? Everyday I'm just amazed that the boy I happen to really like thinks I'm someone they like too."
Sweet Pea looked mildly uncomfortable, "Betty, c'mon, self-pitying isn't a good look on you."
"But it's not. Because Archie didn't like me back. He broke my heart. The boy I liked before him, didn't like me back. My entire life has been boys telling me I'd a nice girl or so smart or anything but girlfriend material and Jughead, for the first time, I feel like he sees me. And it really makes me feel like...like shit for you to be like you are when it comes to him. I know you're a wolf and I know he's not and there's that whole thing, but god, can you just try to be not so dickish about it?"
There was a beat of silence.
"Whatever," Betty shook out her mind, "I guess I don't care. Asking too much, huh? Anyway, the whole reason I came in here is because there's a very small wolf pup outside freaking out. A wolf you promised to look after, to show the ropes to. So...guess what? Self-pitying isn't a better look on you either."
"Hell, Sanders…" Realization dawned over his face.
"Just at least text her," Betty demanded, "Because I don't care about this little trip you're on, but it's hurting more than just you, so," She found his phone in the hut, buried under leaves, "Go."
Sweet Pea rubbed the back of his neck, watching as Betty began to set up items for a potion.
"What...what are you doing?" He asked, switching his phone between his fingers.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Betty raised an eyebrow, "Text the kid. Do something."
Sweet Pea looked ready to ask more questions, but in the end slid down against a tree trunk and pulled out his messenger.
"I'm not ready to leave yet," He warned.
"Fine, whatever."
"Are you mad at me?"
Betty looked up over the leaves she was preparing, expression dry, "Gee, what tipped you off?"
"Duly noted."
XXxxXX
The next day, Betty returned home from school to see a whole group of wolves once again in her backyard. She was pleased to see that Ginny wasn't among them, hoping that Sweet Pea had done as he said he was going to. However, this was still not what she liked to return home to.
"This can't become a regular thing, Toni," Betty said, grabbing Toni off from the other wolves (no Fang or the twins today; it looked like maybe Darkon and Deni?) as soon as she morphed, "He's a live, alright?"
"He needs to come out." Toni said, crossing her arms.
"What happened to all of yesterday?" Betty pinched her nose.
"I didn't put it together, but shit's gone down. We need him back around."
Betty guffawed, "Well, you're coming in yourself, because he's not going to listen to me."
She dragged Toni upstairs. They hadn't a chance to hang out in Betty's room, though they had at Toni's house, due to her crazy mother. If Toni got a chance to comment on Betty's room (and god, the more people that saw it the more Betty was convinced it was time for an upgrade), she didn't take it. Either way, Betty was shoving her through the portrait hole.
"Super weird." Toni said, breathing in, "Sweet Pea's tried to explain this, but man. Nothing does it justice."
"He's probably near the hut." Betty beckoned.
Indeed, Sweet Pea was inside, examining Betty's set-up.
"Okay, Cooper, you gotta tell me, what the hell are you doing?" He said, turning slightly to her as she entered. Then, he noticed the companion with her, "Topaz?"
"Hello, deserter," She greeted, half joking.
"Look, I texted the pup. We've made plans for, erm, later. What more do you want?' He asked, crossing his arms.
"For you to stop acting like a damn coward." Toni snapped, "And man the hell up. We need you again, Sweet Pea."
"I'm sure you don't." Sweet Pea said, turning away, "Between you and Fangs and Joaquin I'm sure it's peachy."
"We're holding it together barley. Sweet Pea, you're our leader. The younger wolves. Fuck, man, don't you realize all you do for us?" She asked. When he didn't turn, she stalked up to him, "Remember what you told me? When I turned? That this is how it was now, right? You gotta deal with what's handed to you. You're a wolf. You're probably an alpha deep down, so start acting like one!" She took a deep breath, "Something's happening."
At her cooler tone, he turned. Her comment was positively eerie.
"What's happening?"
And, just like that, Betty saw the light return to his eyes that she was so ued to. The light of a leader, the light of an alpha figure.
"In the days you've been gone, there's been six wolves turned. Four under the age of 25. Um, don't worry about that so much. Joaquin took one, I took another, Fangs took a third to welcome them, but six wolves."
"I take it that's unusual?" Betty murmured.
"Very," Sweet Pea's voice was rough, "We usually have one every two to three months, if that frequent." Sweet Pea rubbed his chin, "Something's happening. Something's going on. Who's the fourth young one and why didn't anyone go to greet him...or her?"
"Tall Boy did." Toni played with her hair nervously.
"Why the fuck would Tall Boy care about a baby wolf?"
"I can't figure it out. But, Sweets, there's something off about this new wolf. Look, FP called a pack meeting for tomorrow so you'd better be there, but more than that…"
"We need to get to the bottom of this." Sweet Pea agreed. He looked longingly back at the hut, "Well, time to go back into the real world."
"Not quite," Betty winced, "My mom just got back. I can probably convince her to go to the grocery store with me later tonight, but for now, you both are stranded." Not wanting her mom to investigate, she threw herself back through the portal.
"Peachy," Toni crossed her arms, "Seems like a sorta bad design choice. To have only one way out."
"Yeah," Sweet Pea sighed, "I've been telling her the same thing."
XXxxXX
Three hours, an impromptu trip to the grocery store after Betty clumsily spilled the Cooper's milk on the floor, and one frantic 'GO NOW' text to the wolves, Sweet Pea and Toni climbed out of the portrait hole.
"When was the last time you showered?" Toni questioned.
"There's a stream in there!" He argued. Toni just plugged her nose, shaking her head.
"Look, I'mma get the three new wolves that we took care of to your place later today, got it? You go home and shower. First impressions matter."
While ready to argue, a hot shower did seem like something Sweet Pea would enjoy, but he bickered a little bit so Toni didn't get a big head about it. Couldn't let her think she could start bossing him around the way he let Betty, and he only let Betty do it because sometimes she was scarier than Toni (but he'd never tell Toni that either).
His house was sorta messy. He'd forgotten that Jughead was recuperating not here, which meant the house looked exactly as they'd left it. Sweet Pea was generally a clean person...not a tidy person, but clean. He wasn't having any rats hanging out in his fridge. He had been glad to discover that Jughead could keep up with his very minimal cleaning routine. That didn't mean clothes weren't still strewn over his room and the mud he'd tracked in days ago wasn't still there. Urg; things to deal with later.
Corralling the new wolves would take some time, so after showering, Sweet Pea asked Sanders if she'd like to meet. He brushed his teeth near violently, because yeah, his breath sort of did stink.
Jughead pounded on his bathroom door.
"Thought you were healing up at the Ginger Supreme's house?" He asked, creaking the door open, "You okay?" He added, looking at the bandage still on his forehead. Jughead might have seen his concern being that he didn't want him bleeding on the carpet, which he didn't, but Sweet Pea had a heart somewhere. And a very, very, very small part of it was for Jughead, on occasions like this.
"I'm grabbing some more clothes. And I'm fine," his answer was curt, "So, uh, you have a...kid waiting for you out here."
"I'm not a kid! I'm hardly two years younger than you," Ginny's heated reply echoed through the hall. Sweet Pea smirked. For as timid as she sometimes seemed, she was a wolf, and therefore had a mouth.
"You heard her, not a kid." Despite, the fact that Sweet Pea did find her unusually young, not including his own transformation, "I'm helping her with something. Her dad asked," He lied.
"Look at you, Mr. Community Helper," Jughead sneered.
"You know me. All about the Trailer Group." Sweet Pea said, letting him slide past, "You ready, Sanders?" He asked, motioning out the door.
Once in the woods, Sanders looked at him expectantly.
"Oh, let's not change. Let's just talk." He offered. In truth, he hadn't changed into his wolf since he nearly attacked Betty. A part of him was terrified. Betty had said she knew he wouldn't attack. No, of fucking course not. That much was true. He could never attack her...but that didn't mean his wolf wasn't encouraging him to do other things. Things that might still hurt her.
Sweet Pea had always had a good grasp on his two sides; wolf and human. There never was a distinction, to be honest. It was something he prided himself on. But in that portal hole? He'd receded so far into himself that the wolf had taken over completely. And, for the first time, he'd had a horrible thought. If he, the human, was completely in control when he was a wolf, was there a way for the wolf to be completely in control when he was a human? That, when he changed back, it could have been the wolf in his brain, telling him to things, while his presence was shoved aside? That there was a disconnect occurring between his two beings that could be simply catastrophic if he let it progress?
It was questions he had no answer for.
So, in fear of his wolf, he wasn't going to change...not until he got a handle on whatever this was.
And, if he changed now, the only thing he'd want to do was sniff out the Jason case...which, he was alpha'd away from.
So, a walk it was.
"I hear you're freaking about getting a tattoo. Don't. You won't be." Sweet Pea started off.
"But," Sanders gulped, "How can I be part of the Serpents if I don't?"
"So, you've heard of the Mark of the Serpents, as most have. Truth is, it's not a tattoo. We pretend it's a tattoo so humans don't question further. I mean, one day, you can totally get a tattoo if you want, but that's not what mark they're talking about. Well, you know how everyone talks about the pack collective, but you can't tap into it yet?" He tapped his head.
Ginny gave a nod.
"Or, how there's still something that feels like it's missing? And, it was missing as a human. As a wolf, it's a little better, but it's still sorta empty?"
"Yeah,"Sanders murmured, eyes widening.
"The pack, that's the emptiness. Or, lack of. Being in a Pack gives a wolf meaning. It's hard to describe what it feels like to be part of it unless you are. But, when you change, you aren't just automatically included. Alpha needs to accept you. We were keyed into you changing the first time because this is Serpent Packland, but other than that...well, right now you're a free wolf, as it were. Like a free agent for football teams."
Sanders blinked at him like he had no idea what he'd just referred to. She squared her shoulders, "Well, I want to be part of the Pack." That much she did know.
"I'm sure you do, you're a smart girl," Sweet Pea swatted at some twigs, "At the next Pack meeting, we go and officially add any new members. You'll get your actual Pack mark that bonds us together. You can get it anywhere you like. You see why this would be hard to explain to humans?" Sweet Pea pulled down the collar of his shirt, crouching down so that Sanders could see two crescent-shaped scars right under his collar bone.
"Is that," Sanders covered her nose, eyes widening.
"Bite mark? Yep. Probably part of how the myth of biting and werewolves got all mixed up. I mean, yeah, biting a human passes along the genetics, but it's not instant. Myths and what's been twisted are sure interesting." Sweet Pea mused, standing back up.
His fingers traced over his Pack Mark. It didn't hurt, but it sorta did tingle when he touched it.
"Does it hurt?"
"Less than changing for the first couple times, more than having a bad cavity and having someone dig around in your mouth. C'mon, a wolf is biting you. It's not exactly the most pleasant experience." Sweet Pea pointed out, "On that note, it doesn't have to be the Alpha who bites you. Just someone in the pack, on the Sacred Pack ground. It might be, uh, less awkward if Toni or Deni does it…" he trailed off.
Sanders blushed red, "Yeah, I think I'll ask one of them."
"I didn't mean to leave you freaking out, Gin," Sweet Pea gave a long sigh, "I'm usually more reliable. But, if you have any more burning questions, I'm here for you."
"Only a couple million," Sanders admitted.
"We have…" Sweet Pea looked at his imaginary watch, and then to the sky, "Bout half an hour until I have to be back. So, let's go, lay 'em on me."
XXxxXX
"Jughead! How's the head treating you?"
Jughead turned, arms full of clothes, to see one of his father's acquaintances waving to him. He narrowed his eyes, suspicion tingling along his spine.
"Fine, person I don't think I ever talked to before," He replied dryly.
"You hurt an old man's heart. Used to watch you and your sis, back before…" The man waved a hand, "You know who I am."
"Didn't think you had a heart," Jughead murmured, and then, sighing, "Tall Boy."
"Think one of my ex-wives took it, you might be right."
"I don't mean to be rude," Jughead said, though he did sorta intend to be rude, "But really...why the sudden interest in little ole Jughead?"
"Your dad's right. Nothing gets past you," Tall Boy crossed his arms, "I just, heard you and yer dad haven't been seeing eye to eye."
"Yeah. That's not exactly new news." Jughead checked his phone. Archie was nearly here, thank god. This conversation was going nowhere and he hadn't liked Tall Boy as a child, much less now.
"Well, I just wanted to say that, you know, sometimes it's not clear all the time the reasons things are. That there are things about your family you should know before you make judgements."
Something ticked in the back of Jughead's mind.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked, frowning.
Tall Boy just gave a leery grin, "Do you still write Jughead? Like reading mysteries?"
"Well, I could never say no to a good Agatha Christie."
Archie pulled up with his dad. He saw both of them glance around uneasily. He knew he should go over right away, but something told him to finish this conversation.
"That's all very good, I'm sure, but I'm talking more...horror."
"You mean, like Creature of the Black Lagoon?" Jughead offered up.
"Sure, sure. Dracula...Godzilla...Sigmund and Sinfjotli, though those are-,"
"Wait, isn't that about werewolves?" Jughead asked. His heart trumped hard. He felt a little sick, or maybe, a little excited.
"Oh, is that what it's about?" Tall Boy's eyes gleamed, but Jughead had a feeling that was exactly what he was pointing toward.
"Jughead, c'mon! I have practice soon," Archie called from the car. Jughead turned back to wave to show he saw and heard them. He turned back, but Tall Boy was gone.
XXxxXX
Sweet Pea stared at his notebook with precise concentration, shaking his head.
Lennard Baxter; killed a mugger who was trying to rob his sister.
Peyton Neville; volunteered in a clinic and first patient to die on her watch was a dude with terminal cancer (oof, rough for her, Sweet Pea thought. He also made a mental note to connect her with Toni, if she hadn't already).
Barrette Odell; sort of unsure, but said he ran some drugs for the Ghoulies, so probably similar to Sweet Pea's turning.
All three new wolves (at least, that Sweet Pea was in charge of) with stories of things that would be awfully hard to orchestrate. He still didn't know anything about the fourth young wolf, but he was sure it was something equally as disappointing. In a way, Sweet Pea had been hoping for a pact-murder, because at least that would explain the influx of new wolves! One could chalk all this up to coincidence, but Sweet Pea didn't really believe in that.
This was simply infuriating.
There had to be an answer. Sweet Pea refused to believe that this was all just some grand cosmic joke.
However, if it wasn't as innocent as it pressed itself...then the Pack had a major problem.
He snapped the. notebook close with an angry exhale.
"Woah, there," Kevin said as he sat down, Veronica in tow, "Why is it that everyone's pissy about something?"
"Just a math problem," Sweet Pea said, throwing the notebook into his backpack, "What's your problem?"
"Not his, mine," Veronica huffed, "It's like the Cold War at home right now. My mother just made passive-aggressive comments across the breakfast table today."
"Ouch." Kevin said sympathetically.
"I hate fighting with her. But, until she admits that somehow she...magically made me sign that document to help with her illicit tryst with Fred Andrews, I'm not backing down."
"Magic?" Kevin said, but from his tone, they both knew what it was. Compulsion.
"For lack of a better term." Veronica said apologetically, "But, she needs to make the next actual move, not just critique my shoe choices or my grammar, neither of which need help, thank you very much."
"What if she doesn't?" Kevin asked.
Veronica flopped her chin into her palm, "Well," She thought about it, "Back in New York, whenever I needed to blow off steam or force my mom's hand, I'd go out on a bender. Go dancing with my fave celeb gal pal- Chloe Mortez was always down for clubbing, you know- my best gay, and some dim-witted, sexy, disposable arm candy." She said with a wicked grin, "New York isn't too far from here, defiantly not to move the battle up. Tonight I have a wicked hard science test to study for, but tomorrow seems like a perfect night to launch this surprise attack."
"Oh, please don't stop talking," Kevin said with absolute rapture in his voice.
"Well, Josie seems like she knows how to dance. You're obvs my gay-,"
"Honored."
"And arm-candy? I would say Reggie is cute enough, but after that comment about hunting? Ugg, I don't think so."
"Did you say New York?" Sweet Pea slid into the conversation.
"Oh, don't pretend like you weren't listening the whole time." Kevin pointed out.
"I'm just saying that I can dumb down enough for this. Ask me, what's 2 plus 2? I'll tell you six with unwavering certainty. As for sexy? I don't need to do anything there."
"I do like you more than Reggie, on average…" Veronica tapped her nails to her lips.
"Let's make it a party. You should bring your boyfriend, Kev." Sweet Pea encouraged.
"You have a boyfriend? And you didn't tell me? For shame!" Veronica squealed, "Yes, you have to invite him!"
"It's new," Kevin said, glaring meaningfully at Sweet Pea, "Plus, he's...um…"
"He's from my side of the tracks."
"Ooh, well. I can't say I haven't been swept away by a sexy, dangerous bad boy before," Veronica nudged Kevin, "No judgement."
"Should we invite Betty? I'm sure she could use a distraction…" Kevin switched topics, completely red in the face.
"I dunno. She's so busy with all of it lately, I'd hate to take her away from her family drama." Veronica said.
"Bullshit," Sweet Pea snorted, "She's coming. She'd be heartbroken to know you didn't think to invite her, a, and b...her sister's problems are not hers. She's allowed to have fun."
And, of course, there was another reason why Sweet Pea wanted to get to New York, but he wouldn't say no to a little fun at a club along the way.
"Well, should we ask Jughead then?" Veronica asked.
"He had a concussion. Bright, strobing lights, heavy noises, and lots of movement probably isn't the best for him." Kevin said.
"Well, then how's Sweet Pea going?"
"I'm a fast healer. Plus, if we brought him, he'd just depress us the whole time. Probably make some big metaphor about death on the dance floor." Sweet Pea said with hand motions.
Veronica wadded up one of her scratch papers and threw it at Sweet Pea's head.
"Has anyone ever told you you're sorta a jerk?"
Sweet Pea gave a tooth grin, "Not since first period."
XXxxXX
"Mom, is this a good idea? I thought we were trying to contain this," Betty said, tugging open the first button on her cardigan. Her mother came over, pausing her powdering, and re-buttoned it.
"We were, Elizabeth. But, things have spiraled out of control. Of course, if you hadn't gone to see her…"
"Someone had to, eventually," Betty sniped sourly.
"It's done now, I guess. But the Blossoms are not letting this go. You've seen that horrid news story they took out in that gossip rag. No one reads it, but everyone's clambering for one now." Her mother looked like she sucked on a lemon. Of course Betty had seen the totally untruthful article the Blossoms had gotten in the opposing journalist papers, encouraging for Polly's head, basically.
"But," Her mother continued, "They don't know all of it. So, we have the advantage. And we'll use it."
"Sure," Betty drew out the word, "But mom-,"
"Elizabeth, not another word. All I need you to do is stand right beside your father and I, a united front against the holiest of backdrops. Let's see the Blossoms try to smear us then."
Betty gnawed on her lip. As her mother gave her a once over, she handed Betty the compact.
"And powder your nose dear, it's a little red."
XXxxXX
"FP?" Toni waved down her Alpha as she saw him striding across the park.
"Toni, hello. Everything okay?"
Toni wasn't sure she'd ever directly spoken to FP, which was his cause for alarm.
"Yeah. I just wanted to ask you something. Well, Sweet Pea brought it up and I know he hasn't asked so I thought I would, but basically I wanted to give Betty permission to come to the pack meeting tonight."
FP gave Toni a cursory once-over.
"If Sweet Pea wants it, he can come ask me himself." FP said, "You're too good to act as a messenger dog."
"No doubt," Toni said without missing a beat, "And I agree that Sweet Pea can pull his head out of his ass, uh, his butt-,"
"You can swear in front of me." FP said, seeing her discomfort.
"Right, point being, I don't disagree. I guess he was the one who brought it up awhile ago, but I'm asking for me." Toni finished.
"You talk to the Cooper witch?" FP said, a tinge of surprise in his tone.
"We're friends." Toni nodded, "But, more than that, this is a witch we want on our side. You've said as much to Sweet Pea. She too wants to get to know us. I mean, it's only going to help us in the long run if she's not left in the dark about the Pack. She's never proven to be an enemy, and she's steadily replacing me and Fangs and Sweet Pea's best friend, and I trust her." Toni felt like she was rambling near the end, so just closed her lips and rocked on her heels.
FP rubbed his chin.
"Yeah," He said, "Invite her."
I hate hate hated that in the original series, Betty was not invited to V's little New York party! I mean, out of everyone, she totally deserved to go...for being best friends, apparently *sigh and eye roll*.
I've been reading a lot of twilight fanfic recently, which has made me dive back into writing this. If you read Twilight or watched the movies, you'll know A LOT of the werewolfy stuff is pulled from there lol
I have also put up the first chapter of the one-shot/shorts from the universe I talked about in a couple A/N's ago! It's called 'Hic Sunt Dracones' and the first chapter is just Bughead sex pollen smut ;) If you enjoy it, drop a review!
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