I turned to Lindsay irritably, giving her a sour glare, "Go ahead.""Alright," that was the only time I'd ever heard Lindsay even resemble being hesitant, "Well I'm having trouble.. accepting death.""Why do you have to?" I asked incredulously, surprised by her statement."If I have no hope left, I fight better. The thought of losing everything, not being there makes it easier for me to fight like hell, give it my all like it'll be my last fight," Lindsay shook her head in an almost pitiful despair, "but now, I just can't. I feel like I do have things to lose.""It might help you - we all have our methods of keeping cool in the heat of battle - but not being ready to die isn't necessarily a bad thing," I challenged, "Nobody's ready to die. In fact, you shouldn't be. The will to live should drive you, not the lack thereof.""What should I do now?" Lindsay muttered stubbornly, "How will I be able to control my anxiety without the complete lack of care for my life?""Do you hear yoursel
It actually took Brandy more like ten minutes to get ready, but when she came out of the bathroom, finally finished, she glowed like the Moon Goddess herself - more than usual. Her hair was in a curly bun, strands falling loose and spilling onto her forehead and by her temples. Her makeup was stunning and bold, bringing out her hazel, chocolaty eyes. I honestly didn't mind her estimate was off because she looked absolutely gorgeous in the time given. "You look stunning," I awed as we walked out of my dorm. "Thanks!" Brandy smiled, pushing back a wavy curl, tucking it behind her ear, "I know it won't matter in what - Less than an hour? - but if this is my last chance at looking good, then I wanna rock it!""And you're wearing short enough shorts to be hidden by that dress," I joked. "These are what I call my bar shorts. I wear them when I'm trying to get-" I cut her off before she could finish. "Woah! Woah! Woah!" I stopped her before she could finish, "Let's just get to the cleari
Begrudgingly, I pushed myself into a sitting position, rubbing my eyes. A loose tangle of my red hair fell into my face and I pushed it back impatiently. My jaws stretched in a yawn as I lifted my arms and arched my back. I looked around my scattered room, clothes on the floor in piles, makeup strewn across the vanity, papers sprinkled around my desk and on the chair. I wrinkled my nose at the disaster and rolled my eyes. Sometimes, I could be such a slob!I pushed myself off the bed, wincing as my feet hit the cold hard-wood floor. A leap of nervousness went through my chest when I realized why my room was such a mess. Tonight was the beginning of the mating ceremony.I scrambled into my bathroom and closed the door softly behind me, sighing and walking to the mirror. I reeled back in surprise when I saw my own familiar reflection staring back at me. Yes, I had the same bright green eyes, fair and pale skin and golden red hair, but I looked revolting. My hair was in angry clumps arou
"Ruby? Ruby?" I sat up, expecting the warm comforting room to be surrounding me. Where I was, was a completely different place. I was in a dark forest, trees surrounding me on all sides. I was sitting in a small pool of moonlight , the gloom from the forest nipping at the edges of my light. I was in wolf form, my reddish fur blowing in the slight breeze that pushed its way through the dense forest. My paws that were usually white were stained brown with the dirt. I shook my paws, hoping to rid them of the dirt, but it stayed embedded within my fur. "Hello?" I called out, wondering where the mysterious, male voice had some from.From the edges of the darkness melted a figure of a man, not a wolf, but a man. When I recognized who it was, my eyes stretched wide in utter surprise, "Zy? Zy Reynolds? Is that you?"Zy was an old member of the pack. I'd seen him around, though we were never close. I knew his legacy, though. Zy was an amazing member of the pack, respectful, loyal, strong, bu
I was sitting outside the pack doctor's office, my hands clasped so tightly in my lap that my knuckles grew white with the pressure. I was in a lonely, plastic chair that sat across from the door. There was a stand beside me, filled with pamphlets and human magazines. The front cover of one with a bright pink background held a woman in a trench coat and her hair pulled back in a bun. Big, blocky, yellow letters were strewn all over the page. I rolled my eyes. Humans were so dramatic.It was eleven at night, only two hours after the ceremony ended. Alpha Luis had told me it would be better for me to go back to my room and sleep, but I felt like if I left Dawn now, I would be abandoning her. I wanted to stay. Plus, I needed some time to think about my current situation."How are you doing?" I looked up at a girl my age looming over me. Although she wasn't as tall as Dawn, she was still a bit taller than me. She had hazel eyes, her pupils rimmed with green and the rest darkening with bro
"Ruby?" I pushed myself up from the ground, dirt falling away from my face. I looked down at my paws that were tucked under my chest, the white of my fur stained brown with the dirt. I looked around, wondering who called my name."Hello?" I called out, recognizing the clearing as the one I had met Zy in, "Zy? Is that you?""No," a figure melted away from the shadows that nipped at the corners of my pool of moonlight, "It's me."I instantly recognized the fur of the wolf, white. It was a female, the small stature telling me so. Her familiar eyes glowed bright blue with sadness. It was Dawn.I raced over to her, burying my head in the crook of her neck, "Are you alright? I miss you so much." my voice was muffled by her fur."Ruby, we need to talk, okay?" I pulled away, fearing the stiffness in her voice."What is it? Is something wrong?" I asked her.She chuckled darkly and looked me in the eye, "I wouldn't be here if there wasn't.""What is it?" I asked, heart pounding in my throat."I
I was in the same clearing I had met Zy and Dawn in, the silver of the moonlight still fighting off the shadows that were putting up an effort to bite at the light. My red fur seemed a shade duller, they said that happened when experiencing grief. One thing was off, though. The white of my paws now glowed silver like the moonlight. I looked around, wondering what guest would bring me bad news this time. This time I refused to call out in fear and I sat up, glaring into the gloom. I sat there for what felt like hours, waiting for someone to suddenly appear as the others had, shifting from darkness into a figure. After a few moments of feeling like I should say something, a dark brown wolf thawed out of the gloom. Its dark blue eyes examined me, a passive look within their depths."Who are you and what bad news do you bring me?" I asked, hearing bitterness in my own voice. A slight amusement passed over the wolf's face before they spoke."How do you know I have bad news?" I could tell
"So you've never been to Fort Redwood?" She asked again. I nodded sadly. I still wanted to be with Dawn my first time, but I guess I should have been appreciative of the fact that I would get to go to the place I dreamed of living at as a child. "No, I lived in Giasind Vale borough my whole life," I said and she widened her eyes when she looked at me."Are the rumors true?" She asked, her voice hushed, "Do you eat rats for dinner?""What?" I asked, barely holding back a massive laugh, "No, who told you that?""Oh," her eyebrows knitted together, "I grew up in Redwood and everyone just always told me to stay away from those Giasind Vale kids because they ate rats for dinner." "What was it like?" I asked, awed, "Growing up in one of the most pristine werewolf city districts?""Everyone was always treating me really nice cause my dad was the Alpha. Everyone expected me to be well behaved so I never really got to do anything fun," she shrugged, "At least I had dinner on the table every