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“Kizzy it's time to wake up!” My brother calls out to me, “You gotta go to work young lady,” I can hear the smile on his face.1

“Brandon, why can't I sleep more?” I cry out, trying to hide my head under the pillow. I hear the door open and lay still; trying to pretend I am still asleep or dead.2

“Oh, come on Kizzy, I know you can't be dead or asleep,” he read my mind, or he acts like it at least, “but I do know that you are awake, now come on! You need to get up and get ready for work, you lazy bum.”3

“Why do I have to?” I whine, trying to get him to leave me alone so I can have a few more hours of sleep.4

“Because, you're twenty-three and you need to work and help me pay the bills, I can't do it all on my own,” I can tell that he's starting to get frustrated.5

“Okay fine, I'll get up. But, I'm going to be really bitchy because you made me get up too soon,” I tell him as I pull the pillow off my head, staring at his shaggy brown hair and his stern green eyes, telling me that I should get before I'm late for work. “Brandon, I'm getting up now get out so I can get naked,” I throw the pillow at him, getting him to loosen up and smiles at me as he throws the pillow back at me.6

“Okay, I'm leaving so you can get ready,” he tells me, making sure that I'm really up before he opens the door to leave and slowly shuts it, making sure he doesn't bang it too hard.7

I stand up, stretching my arms across my chest and then bending my elbow over my head. Leaving my room and step inside the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, seeing my hair a complete and utter mess, with the green hazel eyes looking back at me, sighing at the way I look, “I need to stop staying out so late.” I tell myself, still thinking about what I saw last night. It was so unbelievable and for me not to believe what I see is a rare occasion, since I, myself, is something that not many people would believe; unless they grew up around them or has seen them before and more than once, and usually they are terrified of me or any other kind like me. Since werewolves are looked as cursed beasts, people who made a deal with the devil or some kind of idiotic thing, but not all of us are. I had been born this way, my family has always thought, I was special, even though I couldn't bring myself to believe them, only because I had been scared of what I am, and I didn't know anything then. My father, whose family is known to have a werewolf born in his family every so often, has helped me to understand that I wasn’t a monster and I really was special, in my own way. “Oh, Dad, I wish you were still here,” telling myself, worrying about how the wolf inside me reacts every time I start thinking about my father, who has passed away when I had been only 16. 8

Stripping off the pajamas I put on the night before I went to sleep, seeing how dirty I am for the first time since I've been home, “Great,” I tell myself. I step into the shower, turning on the cold water first, and let it run over my body, making me shiver all the way down my toes as water runs down my leg. I turn on the hot water and let the water warm up a little as I lather up the rag I leave in the shower for me. Washing the dirt off, that has gathered on me from last night, running through the woods with the moon cleansing my soul. As I finish conditioning my hair getting all the tangles out of the hair just like my mother, wavy medium length of dark red hair, almost dark enough to be passed as a darker brown. I get all the tangles out, and then wash out the conditioner. I stay in the shower for a few minutes longer to let the water hit my back and I sigh in relief, it feels really good, especially after a long night out, “Kizzy, get out of the shower!” Brandon calls out from the living room.9

“This is my girl time! It's just a few extra minutes,” I yell back, starting to growl deep in my throat. 10

“Alright, just hurry up, we gotta get going,” he calls out to me, hoping to hurry me even more than before.11

I roll my eyes as I turn off the water, wondering why Brandon, my older brother, is being so demanding these past couple of days. Is it because there's something he's not telling me from before he's been back in Oregon? Wrapping a towel around my body, slender but muscular nonetheless. I walk out of the bathroom and back into my room; but not without glancing over at my brother, he's so loving and caring, but when he gets like this, there is usually something wrong or bothering him. 12

I drop my towel and walk to my closet, when I start looking around in my closet; I start to notice a smell, one that I recognize very well. Smiling to myself but I don't let him know that I know he's watching me; he wants to surprise me, so I'll let him do it. Slipping on a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, that fits me perfectly, I hear the door opening and I can slightly hear him telling Brandon not to let me know that his is here. I finish drying my hair and throwing it up in a ponytail as he sneaks to the back of the house. I sit down on my bed and wait for him, he slowly opens the door, “Hello Lev, how are you doing today?” I just smile sweetly at him.13

“Well I'll be damned,” he said to me, knowing that there isn't any way for me to hear him.14

“You should stop trying to sneak up on me, one of these days it's going to get you in trouble,” I stand up and walk towards him with my thumbs in my back pocket. I can tell that he's studying me, knowing that there has to be a way to sneak up on me and I just smile bigger at him because he has no clue of what I am.15

“Most likely, but you always know that I'm here or there, I just wanna know how you do it,” Lev wraps his arms around me and hugs me gently, and lets go a few seconds later when I wrap my arms around him to hug him back.16

“If I told you that, I would have to kill you,” smirking at him, hoping he takes it as a joke even though it isn't much of one to me.17

He laughs a little, almost like a manly giggle, “Now, now, no violence when I'm around, you know I have a weak stomach for that.”18

“Then you're in the wrong line of work.”19

“Well, just because I work in the prison, doesn't mean I put up with any violence while they're around me and they know better too,” his face almost get serious there for a moment, and I can smell the stress coming off him.20

“Did something happen last week?” asking him as I study him, trying to figure out what has happened.21

“Yeah, you can say that. There was a break out and we just got him back a few days ago,” he pauses and looks away, but I can smell his frustration growing,” he was in very bad shape when we finally got him, like a wild beast with no soul or thought, in its head was trying to tear him apart, and there was!” His eyes had been wider a little bit, “Luckily, someone shot at it and scared it away. Kizzy, he's barely alive and we don't know what to do if he even lives through this, he won't be safe in that prison.” 22

Lev has explained to me what it’s like in there and what I got out of it is a prison is kind of like a pack; people challenge each other for their places in there, as people do when they’re in a pack. With their fights though, it gets maybe worse than when werewolves since they are sneaky and sly as a fox. Shaking my head is all I can do because I know that if he survives this, he is most likely to changed into what I am and I do considered the made werewolves to be cursed and more dangerous than myself. Looking at him, so fragile and tired I wrapped my arm around him saying, “Everything should be fine. You know those people in there are strong if they can survive half of the things they have while they've in there.” He looks me with his bright blue eyes and nods just so that his neatly cut hair moved just a little bit and smile a wiry smile at me. “You know what, if he survives, what's going to happen to him?” I wonder, trying to figure out how to tell Wade, the alpha of the pack, about a new werewolf in prison, he won't be very happy when he finds out.23

“We don't know yet. We could just let him go and hope that he stays out of trouble.” He tells me with a sigh.24

“Oh, okay. Well, if that happens I have a friend who can most likely help him out. Along with helping him find him a place to stay and a job,” hoping this will be better than having him running around on the streets when the moon sings her song to him, not being able to control the melody, “and he has an extra room in his house. He will be able to stay there until he’s recovering back to his almost full strength.”25

His smile gets bigger, and I can tell that some of the tension and stress he's been holding is letting up on him, finally. “Thank you so much Kizzy. I'll get going and tell my boss, I'm sure he's going to be happy too. We're going to owe you if my boss will allow this.” He hugs me tightly and then he gets up and goes back to work.26

Brandon allows me to finish getting ready after Lev has left; gladly I put on nicer clothes for work. As I walk out of my bedroom door, he's standing in the hallway, staring at me. “What are you thinking? You can't just allow criminals to be set free like that, I don't care that he was attacked by a werewolf, he needs to stay in there and have someone work with him in there” He must have over heard Lev and I talking about the person in prison.27

“Brandon, do you really think a wild werewolf in prison, not being able to control the wolf is such a good idea? Think about it; and if he just happened to be dangerous, Lev would have told me so. It's a good thing that I got wind of this before Wade. He would have gone nuts with worry.” I stare at him, not letting my eyes wonder from his. He knows better than to try to stare me down but he likes to try anyways, but this time it was different so I took my eyes away from his and sighs, “Look, I'm sorry. But we got to protect those who are like us.” I tried explaining to him.28

“There is no us in this, it's the people who are like you. I'm not like you,” he exclaims, with anger flashing across his face.29

I stand back, in shock, hoping that he doesn't mean how I'm taking it, “Brandon...” 30

“Don't, not right now. I have to go, and so should you. I'll walk to work and you can take the car,” he tells me and quickly leaves the house as I stand there, not knowing what to make of his words, for once.31

As I leave the house, I lock the door behind me, still wondering what Brandon had been talking about before he left. I push the button that unlocks the door, and then step into the 2007 blue Ford Mustang. Starting the car I lean back into the seat and sighs, worrying about my older brother, whom I think wants to be like me, and about the new werewolf that's in prison, if he survives that is. I quickly look behind me and start backing out of the drive way and I head towards my office at the car dealership. 32

When I enter into the building, I'm all about work and all of the outside worries and troubles; I try to keep my mind off. As I walk into the building, I look around at the cars, seeing a few new cars. As I walk by Alex Lane, one of the car dealers that I work with, a nod and he smiles back at me as he stands up and walks over to me, “Hey Kizzy, how are you doing this fine morning?” I just give him a look, letting him know that it hasn't been that fine, “One of those, is it?” He asks me, with the sly smile of his.33

“Yeah, you could say that.” I tell him as I sit down at my desk, “I didn't get much sleep last night.”34

“Any reason at all?” He asks me,35

“No, not one bit.” I lie to him, hoping that he'll leave it at that.36

“Well, there has to be a reason if you can't sleep, there always are,” he eyes me, seeing if he can get more information out of me.37

“Maybe I'm out all night partying and drinking too much,” I smile at him to let him know that I'm only joking.38

He laughs at my statement, “Yeah right, I can't see you as a party girl. You may be young enough to be, but you're smart enough not to.” 39

“Yeah, well you need to get to work; you have people out there looking to buy a new or used car.” My anger starts boil my insides; I can smell it surrounding me.40

“Alright, I can take a hint,” he tells me, walks away, and goes to the people who are looking at a 2008 Ford Expedition. 41

After I have settled behind the desk, the phone rings, I pick it up and answer, “Salem Ford, this is Kizzy Willows. How may I help you?” I answer the phone, exactly how the boss trains us to answer.42

“Hi Kizzy, this is Lev.” 43

“Hey Lev, how are you doing?” I answer, hoping to hear how the prison inmate is doing.44

“I'm doing alright,” he simply tells me, not telling me anything.45

“Is there a reason a reason you called me at work?” Asking him, hoping that he understands that I want to know about the inmate, and that I care about him since he obvious does46

“Yes I have, I wanted to know if you have gotten a hold of that friend you were telling me about this morning. I just got word not too long ago that the inmate is doing much better and is starting to,” he pause a second, “pull himself back together I guess you can say. And my boss is giving the okay for your friend to take him in.”47

“That's great!” I tell him, “But I haven't talked to him yet, but after I get off the phone with you, I will talk to him.” I can hear him sigh a little in relief, “Don't worry, I'm pretty sure that he'll be willing to take him in. He has taken in many people in who wants to start a new life.”48

“You mean runaways?” He asks, getting curious about my friend.49

“Yeah sometimes takes in runaways and also all sorts of people.” I smile on my voice, letting him know that it won't back fire on him, “I'll have him contact you and you can ask your questions.”50

“Sounds good to me,” now in his voice, I can hear that this is the best news he's has had since they have gotten the inmate back.51

“Lev, before you go; I have a question for you. How come this guy, is in prison?” I ask just to make sure he’s not to any threat to the pack.52

“He was convicted of murder,” he stops me from speaking before I can get a word in; “he is innocent of that. He didn't do anything wrong besides be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I have had a lot of a time with him and he speaks the truth when he says he's innocent.”53

“Thanks for telling me, I just had to know. Now, I need to call Wade and get back to work. He will contact you as soon as he can,” I smile into the phone, “Lev, everything will be fine. I can tell that you have created a bond with this guy and you will be able to see him when he's at Wade's, my friend, place.”54

“Thanks Kizzy, you always know what I need to hear,” his voice starts sound like his normal self.55

“You're welcome, I'll talk to you later.” we say are bye's and we both hang up almost at the same time.56

I lean back in my chair and then the phone rings again. I answer how I'm suppose to and a man asks what we have in our lot, I tell him what he wants to know, “We have most Fords, years from 1990's to the new models.” 57

“Thank you,” he tells me in a voice that he knows something about me, something about who I am, but he doesn't say anything else more, just hangs up. 58

After the man hangs up, I start to dial Wade's cell number; it just keeps on ringing until his voice mail picks up for him. I don't leave him a message on his phone, thinking that it’s not a good idea to do so, especially about the situation that we have on our hands, a new werewolf in prison.59

Through out the day, I answer the phones and help people to get service from the dealers who aren't with someone already. Doing the same thing everyday, for me, is starting to get old. I think that I could just live in the woods instead of all the luxuries of a house, to stay a wolf for years and years to come. I imagine what it would be like to live as a wolf, instead of human and wolf. 60

As the workday ends, I close up my desk, and gather my belongings up. I tell everybody I walk by that I'll see them later, since I won't be coming back here until Tuesday, glad that I'm going on vacation, even if it is for a few days it's just the right amount for me.61

As I start getting into the car, my cell phone goes off. I dig in my purse to get the phone and I finally get my hands around it, pulled it out and glance at the caller ID, I see that its Wade calling me back. I answer it, thinking that he's just calling me back, but instead I get, “You're brother called and told me already. How come you didn't call me?” The smell of his anger is coming through the phone, and I know that I'm in trouble.62

“I tried to call you earlier but you never answered. I know I should have kept calling but I've been dealing with people all day and I was going to try and call you again once I got back home.” Trying to explain to the alpha is harder to do than you think. You have to be sure that it's right and not flimsy information, and if you know you're wrong, don't apologize, it'll just show that you've done wrong and show weakness towards any werewolf but even more so with the alpha; since they have never said sorry to anybody for anything. It's the only way to get ahead in the pack.63

He tells me that I should have left a voicemail or called earlier than I did. Trying to block him out, he tells me to listen carefully, "You can not pull something like that again."64

"Of course not, how many times have I've done something like this? Besides, I already told Lev, the prison guard that I'm friends with, that he can stay with you. All you have to do is talk to him and probably his boss as well. You never gave me a chance to tell you about that, I'll give you his number where he can be reached and then you guys can figure everything out." I can hear his breathing slowing down, and I relax a little, knowing that he's not that mad at me anymore or worried about having a new werewolf, with no control, in prison.65

I give him Lev's number and we hang up with nothing else to say. That man drives me crazy sometimes. He's all sweet on me, like he wants me as his mate, sometimes and other times, he's acting like I've done something wrong and then start getting angry with me because he thinks I have done something wrong or he acts like I'm against the pack, just because I'm not fully use to being in one. Being raised in a family that has acted as my pack and they never did try to give me away to some other pack who would have abused me, just because I’m different than they are.66

As I drive back home, I look behind me, seeing a dark grey truck behind me. I think that I've seen it before, and I keep wondering where I've seen it and when. I curse under my breath, wishing that my memory were a little better. I turn onto my street and the truck keeps going straight, I can barely see the driver, but their eyes seem so wrong, like they're trying to pierce inside my soul; peeking inside and wanting to expose me for who I am, for what I am. Having that thought in my head, scares me. I don't want people to find out I'm not who I say I am, it could ruin things for me and expose the pack.67

Pulling into the driveway, relief settles in, "Oh thank God I'm home," I tell myself as I get out of the car. When I get to the front door, I put the key in the keyhole on the door; I realize that it's unlocked. I open the door, peeking in, trying to smell someone I doesn’t recognize, nothing. The smells that I can recognize easily surrounds me, my brother Brandon, and me. However, something seems wrong, an uneasy feeling assumes me; I can't shake it. "Brandon, are you home?” I call out for him, hoping he'll be home, "Hello?"68

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm in the kitchen making some dinner," he calls out which seems further than it really is.69

I walk back there, still feeling like there's something wrong but the smell of food finally hits me after having the door shut for a little bit, "Smells good. Why are you making chicken and rice?" I ask him, wondering what he wants since he only makes this for me whenever there's something he wants or that he needs to talk about something that is important.70

"Because I love you and you're my sister." He tells me with a smile and then goes back on checking on the chicken, seeing if it's ready to be taken out or not.71

"Yeah, and you want what?" Crossing my arms as I glare at him, still wondering what he wants and what he was talking about this morning before he left in a hurry.72

"I just need to talk to you about something, something that's important; to me at least," saying as he leans against the counter looking straight at me, almost into me. "Dinner is almost ready, go take a shower and change; dinner should be ready by then." He turns his back to me and leaves the kitchen. Smelling him as he leaves, he smells like his work and something else that I can't figure out, almost a mixture of stress and disappointment.73

I go to my bathroom and start the water. I put the plug in, and then get out of my clothes. I sit on the toilet, watching the water raise in the tub. As soon as it gets full enough, I turn the water in and step into it, letting my muscles soak as I start to relax a little. The caressing water cleanses my body, soul and, mind. 74

After getting out and getting dressed, Brandon has his and my plate ready. The table is set up like the movies, beautifully put together and I’m surprised that Brandon has done this by himself so fast, “I wasn’t in the bathroom for that long have I?” I look at him, smiling as I sit down at the table, near him.75

He gives a faint smile back as he says to me, “No Kizzy, I’m just a fast working man and I’ve been planning this all day,” he pats his hand on my back lightly as he sits next to me.76

We both eat in silence, neither of us not wanting to say anything to each other, and I’m somewhat afraid of what he has to say. After we both finish our dinner, we lean back against the chair and Brandon pats his belly and smiles, “That was really good,” I tell him with a grin, “maybe tomorrow I’ll cook.” 77

He laughs at me telling me, “Yeah, I won’t hold my breath on that one.” I throw my napkin at him, and we both laugh.78

“I could always order in you know, I have magical fingers with the phone.” 79

“Yeah, I know. I’ve tasted the food of the Chinese you ordering in,” he reaches over and rubs my head, “speaking of magic… I have to ask you something.” 80

“And that will be?” I prayed that it wouldn’t be about him wanting to be a werewolf.81

“Well, we’re both getting older and you’re starting to show no sign of aging anymore, not like you use to. And I keep getting older and older while you look the same age.” He looks down, trying to find the words, “And I’m scared that soon I’ll be mistaken for your father or uncle instead of your brother. And I want to know…” 82

I cut him off before he could finish the sentence, “I won’t turn you into a werewolf.”83

He looks at me, almost scared, “I know that. I want to have Wade do it.”84

“Brandon, you can’t be a werewolf. During the change, you could die. I wouldn’t be able to live without you.”85

“Well I’ll die sooner or later Kizzy,” he looks sad now, and his scent smells like a mixture of anger, terrified, and sadness that turns into a worry, almost, “and I rather be around until you die. However, I know that won’t happen because you are a werewolf and you can live for however God allows you too. I on the other hand, will die of old age or some kind of illness.”86

I stand up and slams my hand on the table, “I won’t allow this! Wade won’t do it without my permission.”87

“We’ve already talked about it, and he agrees with me. He knows that if I die while you’re still alive, it’d be hard on you and you’ll lose all control; he’s seen it before in wolves, but I want to talk to you about this, I want to have your blessing on it so I won’t feel the guilt afterwards.” He looks into my eyes with soft eyes, and then I just hang my head down.88

“Wade would have to do it, I don’t have the will to change anybody, especially you, but I do give you my blessing.”89

“I know, that’s why I have asked Wade to do it. And I know I won’t die from the first change, for I do have the werewolf blood in me, I just don’t change, like you do.” He smiles gently at me as he stands up and wraps his warm arms around me and hugs me. 90

“You better not die on me, or I’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself,” I tell him as I put my arms around him, hugging him tighter; not wanting to let him go.