welcome!

[asher giles stone]

Now came the aspect of Red Bull that he least favored, the sudden low afterwords. The wearing off of his sugary energy drink definitely did not help his already tired body. Were werewolves not know for being notoriously nocturnal? Asher's heavy eyelids drooped lazily over his tired hazel eyes, proving even further that he was a sorry excuse for a werewolf. Problems like these only had one solution: more caffeine. After all, there was nothing like throwing some coffee on top of a can of Red Bull. Ash proceeded down the rapidly darkening streets until he came across the most populated, not to mention most expensive coffee shop in the square. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he stared greedily at the steaming cup of coffee sitting near the shop window. It was taunting him. His hand immediately found his pant pocket, prying past pocket lint and rubber bands until it reached his very last five dollar bill. There was no question about it, Asher had a serious problem holding onto what little money he possessed. Not only did he constantly spend all of his money, but he constantly spent it on the most useless stuff, like five dollar cups of coffee and Snuggies. Maybe because he was so used to not having much money, he had no problem spending it away. Regardless of the little voice in his head advising him not to, Ash practically bounced into the little coffee shop towards the not-so-nice cashier. Small tables filled with chatty teenagers were scattered in the center of the store, while small booths and large leather chairs lined the walls. He stared at the ground as he made his way to the unenthusiastic looking cashier. She looked like something out of a indie movie gone wrong. Without pulling her eyes from the Hot Topic catalogue she was holding firmly in her hands, the cashier began to chant at him in her monotone voice. "Would you be interested in trying out any of our three new specials: Peppermint Patty Twist, Gingerbread Latte, or our new and improved Hot Chocolate?" Since when did coffee shops get so fluffy? A Peppermint what? "Um, no thanks. I'll take a small coffee for here," He muttered impatiently, taping his fingers on the marble counter top.

For the first time since he had entered the store, the young cashier dropped her catalogue from her face, revealing a rather frustrated expression. Was she really irked at him just because he didn't want to buy into their holiday blend scam in the middle of the Summer? She glance him up and down once, one of those looks a woman gives when they are trying to size a person up. The cashier sighed over dramatically before interrogating him. "What kind of coffee? The Ethiopian Roast, the Italian Roast, the French Roast?" She waved her hand in the direction of the menu that he had obviously ignored when he first walked in. There was quite literally a roast from every country. He silently wondered if they actually tasted different from one another. "The French Roast," Asher decided, his eyes darkening. "Please..." He added stubbornly, rubbing the back of his neck. Ordering coffee was really beginning to just...not be worth it anymore. The girl sloppily punched his order into her machine, before her beady eyes darted back up at him. "What size? Short, venti, grande, or tall?" She asked with a sickeningly sweet voice, that irritated the hell out of him. Asher blinked twice, a scowl slowly creeping onto his usually serene face. What, was she speaking in code or something? Was short the new code name for small now? And what in hell was a venti? Obviously there was no such thing as a small coffee, these days. "You know what? I think I'll pass on coffee today. I mean, if you do still call it coffee," He said firmly, turning his back on the cashier to walk to a booth near the back of the shop. Ash routinely threw his bag down on the seat in front of him, so no one would even think about sitting with him. He sighed, rubbing the stubble on his chin, imagining how great that coffee would have tasted right about now.

By this time, Asher could feel the eyes of the teenagers and the cashier practically burning into the back of his neck. He was too tired to actually care. Besides, this was hardly the first time that he had been caught causing a scene. This kind of stuff was child's play to him. Now, he needed time to think about more important matters, such as where he would be sleeping tonight. Sure, Ash was pretty much used to not knowing where he would rest his head each night, but there was still a feeling of dread and loneliness which accompanied it. He couldn't help but wonder how different things would be if he weren't a werewolf. Different, obviously. He constantly thought about what his human girlfriend might look like, his human friends, and his normal human family. But he also accepted the fact that he could only play with the cards that had been dealt to him...it was just unfortunate that one of those cards was lycanthropy. Stretching his arms towards the ceiling, he let a long, obnoxious yawn escape from his mouth before removing his worn drawing pad from his satchel. No, not a man purse...a satchel. Cocking his head to face the cashier, he took in every aspect of her ugly appearance and without a moment of hesitation, he began drawing her. The multi-colored hair, braces, black fingernail polish, the works. Oh, and he managed to slip her some horns and a tail for good measure. Usually, he was extremely polite when it came to women, but for this particular case, he was willing to make an acception. Satisfied with the not-so-accurate drawing of the cashier, he leaned back in his chair and closed his tired eyes.

[maebee lee thorne]

She’d stayed up all night watching the first, second and third Saw movies just for the heck of it. She’d munched down on whatever she could find in the cupboards to eat and made a small nest of wrappers and food around her on the living room floor. Eventually she had fallen asleep there on the couch, her wrappers still crumpled on the floor and the television blasting soft, white noise. This was how Topher found her when he woke up to get ready for work. Though it had been a while since he’d rescued her from the vampire’s home there were things they were still ironing out as they got used to this strange little family unit that they had created. Finding her there, he’d picked up the tiny wolf and carried her to her bed. When she’d finally woken up it was to find herself in her bed with a post-it not stuck to her forehead telling her to clean up her mess, and signed, T. Rolling her eyes that was the randomness of her ‘adopted’ big brother, Bee had hauled her puny frame from the bed and padded back into the living room to clean up the garbage and toss them all away in the trash. Collecting the DVD’s that she’d left scattered about the room, Bee placed them back in their designated cases and the slid them back onto the shelf she’d originally pulled them from. With things mostly back to the way Topher kept them, Bee then went to the shower.

From the shower she shook her dyed orange hair out and let it dry hanging around her shoulders. Over her tiny frame she tugged on tight, bright yellow, skinny jeans, a black Sex Pistols t-shirt, and then shoved her feet into her trusty, beat up, combat boots. Grabbing the somewhat tattered leather jacket that she’d recently acquired, Maebee slung it on and headed out of the apartment with her squeegee and Windex. She spent a fair amount of time cleaning windshields and begging money for her work. When she’d collected quite the pocketful, Bee decided that she was in need of some form of refreshment and food. The tiny girl of about 95lbs and 4’11 stature was capable of eating unbelievable amounts of food. And she constantly ate, so having gone for several hours without any food intake was almost unbearable. So she walked along the sidewalks until the scent of coffee and fresh baking caught at her more enhanced scent and letting her nose lead the way, Bee had pushed into the coffee shop. After ordering herself a bagel, a scone, and a couple biscuits she’d settled down at a table munching on her goodies and sipping at the hot Columbian coffee she’d purchased to go along with it. Scattered on the surface of the table, along with her crumbs, were seven or eight empty sugar packets a number of creamers. She wasn’t one for strong coffee, she needed it laced with cream and sugar or she couldn’t get it down.

The teen sat with her feet propped up on the chair across the table from her, body slouched down slightly in the seat as she took a big bite out of her scone. Chewing she lifted her coffee and sipped at it. She was reaching for her biscuits, otherwise known as cookies to the Canadian girl, when she smelt him. It wasn’t something overbearing or terrible, but it was something that told her he wasn’t human. No, he was wolf, just like her. Her hazel eyes watched him through her yellow bangs as he went up to the counter. Listening to the exchange she snickered loudly as he finally dismissed the cashier and moved to sit on his own. Still snickering in amusement, Maebee watched him pull out his sketchpad. Curious to see it, she let her feet fall noisily to the floor and leaned forward a little. ’Psst! Hey pal!” She called to him in a loud whisper. ”Wanna share the artwork?” She asked, offering a broad grin as she waited for his response, uninhibited by any sense of nervousness. Bee wasn’t one to be set back by the mere fact that she didn’t know a person. What was she to be afraid of? She used to live on the streets for pete sake, and she turned into this half human, half wolf form every full moon. Plus, he was another wolf, that meant friend right?

[asher giles stone]

As much as he wished he could slump over the coffee shop table and fall into a deep slumber, he was far too afraid that the scary cashier would take out all of her frustrations on him in his sleep. There was no doubt in his mind that she was searching for some instruments of torture in that catalogue of hers right this second. Patting his cheeks firmly with the tips of his fingers as a feeble attempt to wake himself up, Asher hadn't noticed the young woman lean in towards his table until she 'pfted' at him a little less than subtly. A smile threatened his turned down mouth when he moved to view his harasser. The familiar scent that accompanied her immediately startled Asher. First of all, he had never met a female werewolf before, only the stinky male kind; secondly, he never would have expected this tiny, brightly dressed girl to be a creature of darkness. A small chuckle escaped his mouth even thinking about her ripping out of those bright yellow pants and turning into a wolf. She was like nothing he had ever seen before. Ash would have sworn that the question was for someone else, had she not been staring directly at him with a huge grin on her face. After a quick glance from side to side to make sure that no one else was nearby, no one else that she could possibly be talking to, he moved his seat towards hers, drawing in hand. Nodding twice, he curiously eyed the delicious looking biscuits on her table. "If you give me one of those biscuits," Asher bargained, with a small smile, involuntarily patting his empty stomach. He was humored even further when he caught sight of the mountain of sugar and cream packets that was beginning to form on the tabletop. He liked her style. "I like to call this masterpiece Hag from Hell." He over dramatically unveiled the picture so that it was now facing the curious young woman. "Do you like it?" Asher asked the werewolf girl with a false seriousness in his voice. The drawing was actually pretty accurate...well, besides the fangs, the horns, the tail, and the exaggerated bulging eyes, but other than that...Taking his pen in his hand, he signed the bottom of the drawing before ripping it from the pad and handing it to the young woman. "Keep it," he insisted, "It might be worth something one day."

Now, Asher was genuinely curious. He could already tell from her accent that she wasn't English. American, maybe? As much as he wished to bombard her with one thousand questions regarding how she became a werewolf, there were way too many humans around, who would love to eavesdrop on their conversation. There was also the whole problem concerning the topic of changing being a touchy one when it came to werewolves. After all, many came into being through pretty traumatic experiences, from the stories Ash had been told. Asher just happened to be one of the lucky ones. Making himself a brief mental note to asked her about this later, he turned his attention to the bottle of Windex sitting by her side. "You know, I've heard of women carrying pepper spray. Never Windex though...Is that some sort of new form of self-defense?" Asher cringed at his lame joke and smiled apologetically. How was it possible that he had only been talking to this girl for practically a minute, but was already managing to make a fool out of himself? It was a gift. Asher nervously ran a hand through his thick brown hair before reaching into his pocket for a pack of smokes that weren't there. You're broke, remember? He mentally scolded himself. "Um, I'm Asher, by the way. Ash for short," He introduced himself with a goofy grin on his face, while extending a hand.

[maebee lee thorne]

Maebee watched as the male pulled his chair close to her and grinned at him as his eyes fell to her cookies. She couldn’t help grinning even more broadly as he out and out asked for one. She liked the fact that he wasn’t too shy to ask for what he wanted. Or maybe it was the fact that if it had been her she’d have been asking for one of them as well so she liked his manner. ”Sure, fair trade.” She picked up a cookie and tossed it his way. ”You English and your biscuits. These are so not biscuits.” She shook her head causing the brightly orange dyed hair to sway back and forth with it. Her attention was then being captured by his unveiling of the drawing. Looking from it and then to the ‘hag’ Maebee was soon laughing quite heartily. Loud enough to have people looking in her direction, not that she cared. ”Dude, that’s the best thing ever! Serioiusly? I think you made her look better than she does now.” She grinned broadly once more. She perked up a bit as he tore it out and handed it to her, offering him a happy little smile. ”Thanks, this is pretty chill. How did you learn to do this?” She asked him, glancing down at the picture in her hand before glancing back up at him. Folding it up with mock reverence she then slipped it into the pocket of her leather jacket which hung on the back of her chair. Lifting up what was left of her scone she was soon polishing it off, her eyes moving from the biscuits to the bagel. Hmm... Which one? Grabbing for her coffee instead, Bee took a big gulp of it before pointing to the bagel. ”Want half?” He had no idea how special it was that she was sharing. She was the tiniest girl around but she could eat more food than a seven foot man.

Asher wasn’t the only one who was curious. Maebee had only been a werewolf for a few short months and so her knowledge of what all it entailed was limited. To meet other wolves who had been born this way? And grown up with the powers? There were unlimited amounts of possibilities for what he could teach her or tell her. Both Bee and Topher were still trying to figure out what exactly they were, and since neither of them had been a wolf for a year they still kept a slightly humanoid form with they changed. Hey, it was still cool since was faster and stronger than normal people, but she was looking forward to the time that she would change into an all out wolf form. She knew she would eventually, that much she had learned from bitch Vivian before she’d bolted on Topher and disappeared back to her own country. Vivien was a bitch not just for the simple fact that she was a female dog, but because she was an out and out bitch. Someone who could take off on a dude as nice as T and take his babies with her? Ya, if Bee ever saw the lame excuse for a woman again she’d heavily consider tearing her throat out. But back on topic! The appearance of this new male wolf who was not either Topher or Shaun had Maebee very curious and wanting to ask him many questions. But he had one for her before she could start. She rolled her eyes at him playfully and grabbed up the squeegee that was on the floor by her chair. Brandishing it in the air she grinned at him. ”Nope, it’s my money maker. I’ll clean your teeth for a quarter.” Her smirk was slightly arrogant but mostly just teasing as she moved the squeegee towards his face jokingly before letting it fall back down to the floor.

Catching sight of his extended hand, Bee slapped her own hand into it and shook it. ”And I’m Maebee, yes I know... It’s a word not a name... But people call me Bee.” Releasing his hand she grabbed for her coffee once more and took another sip before going for her bagel. It had been sliced in half and then the halves cut in half, just the way she liked it. And so she was eating one quarter, blissfully slathered in butter, also just how she liked it. It was astounding, the fattening quantities of food this girl could ingest and never show an ounce for it. ”So, you from around here?” She asked him, her cheek full of food but the girl not caring about her less than lady-like actions.

[asher giles stone]

Asher caught the thrown biscuit in one hand with ease and immediately went to work on it. It tasted heavenly, but then again pickled pig feet would taste good to a guy who hadn't eaten a substantial meal in three days. Of course, he could probably get a job and live comfortably, but what fun would that be? Asher rolled his eyes playfully at her comment about calling the so-called 'cookie' a biscuit. Normally, he would have debated with her about the proper name, but she was feeding him, not to mention good company. His stomach growled with the satisfaction of actually having something inside of it, even if it was a little biscuit. Asher was surprisingly glad that she enjoyed his little work of art. Pretty chill? She was one to talk. There was no doubt in his mind that this girl was definitely a westerner. "Well, I've had tons of practice," Ash answered honestly, recalling the countless times he spent his school hours doodling obscene pictures of the teachers he hated. Asher removed his drawing pad from the table and put it back "You don't have to ask me twice," He said enthusiastically, as he reached for a half of her bagel and shoved it in his mouth with lightening speed. This girl had a good personality and she fed him? Ash was seriously ready to propose right about now. "Thanks," He added, his mouth full of bagel. Resting his head against the chilly glass casing which divided the shop from the outside world, Asher gazed up warily at the star filled sky. Being around another werewolf reminded him of his own furry little situation. Reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket, Asher pulled out the small and ironically silver pocket watch that his father gave him when he began to change for the first time. Sure, it was a sort of a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation, but it also helped him identify when a fool moon was approaching. Ash ran his finger over the thin layer of glass covering the constantly rotating moon cutouts on the inside before slipping it back into his pocket. He wasn't due to change for a couple more days. Changing was really nothing new to Asher now, since he had been going through the same old routine since he was thirteen years old. Now, he could even feel when a full moon was coming a couple days ahead of time, so the watch was just a safety precaution. After all, it would be just a little bit awkward if he turned into a wolf in the middle of a date, would it not?

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a squeegee that appeared less than an inch away from his face. Asher chuckled whole-heartily before emptying the contents of his pockets onto the table. "Sorry. I only have a five." The squeegee did very little to ease his curiosity. So, the werewolf girl was a squeegee kid. Ash probably would have been one as well, had he had a sliver of motivation left in his body. The very first time he changed into a wolf, he decided that he would live life to the fullest and take any punches thrown at him as they came. After all, he was a werewolf, an immortal, and immortals had way more important things to worry about than money. Like a war between the species. No biggie, though. Asher pushed the uneasy thought from his head and focused his attention on his new friend, Maebee. "Nice to meet you, Bumble Bee," He joked, even though he was sure she had probably heard that one a thousand times before. The girl did kind of look like a bee at the current moment. "Maebee is a chill name." Asher cringed again. The word just didn't sound right when it came from his mouth. He mentally decided that he would never attempt to integrate it into one of his sentences ever again. He was glad that he wasn't the only curious one at the table. "Well, I'm kinda from around everywhere, if you know what I mean," He responded, glancing out into the dark streets then back at his new found friend. His own curiosity was really beginning to get the better of him. "So..." Asher began cautiously, glancing over his shoulder with a paranoid expression on his face. "How long have you been a member of the Mickey Mouse Club?" He added cryptically while winking sporadically. What he was really going for was: 'So, how long have you been a werewolf?' It was amazing how his mind associated the Mickey Mouse Club with lycanthropy. He could only hope that Mae would somehow decipher his hidden message. If not, then he would most definitely seem like an even bigger doofus than he already was. And Ash was a pretty big doofus.

[maebee lee thorne]

Bee laughed as he grabbed for the bagel and shoved it into his mouth as if he were a starving, homeless man. She cocked a brow at him as she snickered. ”You eat worse than I do, and Topher says I’m as unmannerly as a starving blind man at a buffet.” She grinned, not at all put off by the less than proper eating techniques he was carrying out. What was it with werewolves? The only one that she’d met who was close to proper was Topher, other than that everyone seemed to be, well... An animal. Perhaps those kind of people drew the attention of other wolves? Who knew. She was curious to know what this guy’s deal was. Had he been born? Shaun had been born... Brought up in a home where his parents were wolves, so he was obviously one too. Growing up and getting used to his power, knowing what it meant to be a wolf, learning how to control it from a very young age. Maebee didn’t hate or resent the fact that she had been bitten and turned. What she resented was that she’d had no idea what was happening to her as her body had made the switch from mortal to wolf. Hated the fact that her first, oh so painful transformation had caused the death of another human being. A first time wolf had absolutely no control over themselves or their urges. She was still haunted by that night. Bee’s eyes caught sight of the watch and all she could think was, ‘Oooo! Shiny!’. Her face scrunched with curiosity as he glanced at it. ”Dude, that watch is totally grandpa of you. What’s the deal with that?” She asked, a grin on her features. It wasn’t too often that you saw someone his age with a pocket watch. Did anyone other than grandfathers and pimps carry them anymore?

”Only a five? I can lend you my squeegee if you wanna make a little cash. Or! You can follow me around and be my little squirt boy, spraying the windshields and then I scrub.” She wiggled her brows suggestively as if she were offering the most awesomest of jobs. Really, she didn’t find it that bad. Though it wasn’t that she needed to do this. Topher kept mentioning a job at the gym that he could hook her up with and it would be steady hours and steady pay. Bee just wasn’t so sure she wanted to be trapped in a building with regulation times that she needed to be there. She didn’t work so well on a schedule. She’d been out of school and on the streets since she was fourteen years old, she hadn’t lived with rules or schedules since then. It was weird just living in one place and under a roof once again. Squeegeeing gave her the ability to do it when she needed cash and then do a she pleased the rest of the time. Of course, it was illegal and she had to make sure she didn’t get caught by the ‘bobbys’ while she was doing it, but hey, she liked it. Bee rolled her eyes as he called her bumble bee. ”Clever.” She stated sarcastically, a grin on her lips. Okay, so yellow pants and black top... But her hair was bright orange! How many bumble bees dyed their hair orange? Bee snickered as he said chill, he was right, it did sound awkward coming out of him. Though that might be because he was awkward in saying it and she could tell it wasn’t normally a word that he used. ”Ya, it’s not too bad. My mom was a total flake and thought she’d give me something unique. Asher’s pretty cool too, not something I’ve heard a lot.” Bee sipped some more at her coffee and went for one of the remaining two cookies. The bottomless pit that was her stomach was starting to fill up after a scone, a cookie, and half a bagel. But give her an hour, she’d be ready to chow down again.

Maebee nodded. She did know what he meant. ”Take it you don’t settle down in a place often huh? I’m like that too. Well... ‘cept that I’m technically here illegally...” She looked around her as if she were worried someone might hear that and cart her off to a plane to ship her home. Then she looked back at him and made a little face of oh well. ”I’m from Toronto, annnnnd I didn’t bring me here... But! Now that I am?” She shrugged. ”I was over T-dot anyway...” No, she’d been bitten and passed out. When she’d woken up it was to find herself in a crate and the tranquilized. She’d had the misfortune of being attacked by the wolf only to then be caught by human traders. From there, she’d been shipped here to London where she’d been purchased by vampires for human fodder. And that’s how she’d ended up the pet of one... When Asher looked over his shoulder, Bee copied his actions, but only to mock him. She then grinned over at him and leaned in as he asked his question. At first she just looked at him. Mickey Mouse Club? ”What the hell are you talking about?” She asked, brows knit slightly with confusion. And then it dawned on her. ”Oh...” She snickered, rolling her eyes at her own lameness. ”Only about five months.” She lifted the hem of her shirt to show the silver crescent on her side, a wonderful scar reminiscent of the teeth that had chomped down. Of course, since she’d been in the process of transforming it had healed quickly and hadn’t scarred as badly as it could have but it would always be there as a reminder that she had once been normal. She pushed the shirt back down over her flat stomach, covering up the pale skin. ”Happened in Toronto. I was sleeping under a bridge in this big refrigerator box I’d found and I woke up when I heard something moving around outside. There was this huge mo-fo of a dog... Or well... what I thought was a dog.” She rolled her eyes. ”And well, chomp chomp here we are.” She made biting motions with her teeth during the chomp chomps. Over all she was pretty calm and carefree about the whole discussion. Not awkward about the attack or even embarrassed for him to hear she’d been sleeping in a box under a bridge. Bee wasn’t ashamed of her past homelessness, it was something she had picked for herself. "What about you?" She asked, just as curious.

[asher giles stone]

Asher grinned when his father's old watch seemed to catch her attention. Ever since the watch had been given to him, he had never really considered the antiquity of it as being its most unique feature. It was indeed totally 'grandpa' of him to be carrying such an item. "Well, instead of showing the time, it displays lunar cycles," Asher explained, sliding the watch across the table for Maebee to see. "It helped me a lot when I first started to change." The little, insignificant looking watch had a history all of its own, beginning with his great grandfather. He was the first of what would become a line of werewolves, bitten when he was just a young boy. Then he passed it down to his son, his grandfather passed it down to his father, and his father to Asher. The Stone family history was a grim one, indeed. While he hadn't quite understood prior to life on his own, Asher now understood why his father was so distraught when he had been born, the same way Asher's grandfather probably felt when he found out that his wife was pregnant. After all, who in their right mind would ever wish this type of punishment on their child? His own curiosity concerning the werewolf girl hovered around in his head. It was very rare to actually have the chance to sit down and talk to a another one of his kind in this fashion. The few he had previously met were either on the run or in their wolf form. There were so many questions he wished to ask her. One of them being how she came to be like this, of course. Asher had yet to meet a werewolf who had not been born into it, perhaps because he somehow associated bitten wolves with instability. His assumptions were perfectly logical, though. A bitten werewolf had far less time to adjust to the new lifestyle as those born into it, not to mention that they usually lacked the guidance that came along with having parents who were werewolves, as well. He decided to bite his tongue and hold his questions. Ash figured that if she really wanted for him to know, she would tell him.

Ash chuckled internally upon hearing Maebee's 'squirt boy' offer, detaching him completely from his prior thoughts. He leaned in towards her with a serious expression across his face, as if he were in the middle of a very important business transaction. "How about you let me be your squirt boy and I teach you how to pick-pocket?" He compromised, a small smile breaking his serious countenance. So, Asher had tried his hand at pick-pocketing right after he started hoofing it on his own. And while it did actually work out for a while, the job required a lot of moving around and displacement. As soon as the good ladies and gentlemen of one neighborhood begin to realize that their favorite watch or their salary is being stolen at one particular location during one particular time of day, they tend to become a little bit more weary. Only God knows why. Out of habit, Asher looked over his shoulders when Bee did. So, she was from Toronto. Canada. Well, at least he was able to match the general western part. "Well, I figured you weren't from around these parts when I heard that there accent of yours," Asher said, attempting to pull of his best impression of a western accent. He was still slightly confused about a comment she had made, however. That she didn't bring her here. Asher tilted his head slightly to the side, his general look of confusion, but decided that he would save that question and many others for later. Asher was glad that she had caught onto his Mickey Mouse Club metaphor. If anyone on this earth could have possibly understood it, it would have been her. As quick as his happiness came, it was practically drained out of him as he listened to the story of by what means she was turned into a werewolf.

He really didn't know what else to say other than "That's terrible" and "I'm sorry." Asher wished that he could empathize with Maebee, but he simply couldn't. The two of them were born out of two entirely different situations, and he would never understand the amount of pain she went through in Toronto. "You must have been very frightened," He stated very matter-of-fact like. As well as sympathy, the very distinct feeling on anger crept into his body. Asher didn't understand how a werewolf could infect a human girl as easily as Maebee just described. By doing do, a werewolf becomes the one thing humans label them as: an animal and nothing more. It was really no wonder why his kind were being picked off one by one by hunters. By this time, he felt a little bit reluctant to tell his own story. "I was born into it. Been this way since I was thirteen. Guess I was one of the lucky ones, eh?" He explained with a slightly more solemn appearance. "Are you okay now?" Asher asked with genuine concern. He lowered his voice so that only Mae would hear. "I mean, I don't have much, but if you ever needed some help, a place to sleep, a shoulder to cry on..." Asher was grinning before he finished the sentence. He knew better than to offer a girl like Maebee a shoulder to cry on. If anything, it should be vica versa. "After all, us wolves have to stick together, right?."

[maebee lee thorne]

She accepted the watch that had been slid across the table to her, picking it up and taking a look. ”That’s pretty cool, and helpful. No oops! I forgot there was a moon coming tonight, Grr!” She grinned at him, studying the watch some more before sliding it back to him. She’d better not play around with it too much because knowing Bee’s luck with things she’d drop and break it. And she’d been joking about the accidently forgetting the moon was on the rise and changing. Topher was a stickler for keeping track and always made certain that she did as well. He’d notify her days ahead of time that the change was coming up soon. Neither of them wanted a repeat of their first, initial change. It was strange, how Asher saw this as a punishment and Maebee couldn’t see anything more fun. Perhaps it was their differences in ages and that she was still so young and capable of finding this really cool. In her mind it was awesome that she had more strength and that she didn’t get nearly as cold anymore. She loved the speed and agility that came to her when she morphed and the way her eyesight was better. She couldn’t wait to be a full shaped wolf.

As Ash leaned in towards her, Bee leaned in a little towards him as if they were about to share a great secret. Her brows shot up and she grinned broadly. ”Sounds like the best offer ever.” She told him with devilment on her features and mischief in her eyes. She’d be able to have some fun with Topher then. Not that she’d steal anything from him but she’d enjoy taking it and then making him guess where it went before returning. Bee made a face at his attempt at her accent. Reaching out a hand she patted the top of his. ”Stick with your own kid...” She grinned. ”Ya, I don’t exactly sound Birtish do I?” That was okay. She was used to being different and standing out a bit.

Maebee shrugged a bit as he told her he was sorry. ”It’s okay dude... Really. The nip happened so fast I didn’t really know what was going on, and I was too out of it in the cargo crates to even know what was going on.” Okay, so she was making her story seem even more confusing as she slipped in little pieces of information here and there. But what could she do, sometimes she forgot that other people didn’t know the whole story. ”And I wasn’t so much scared as angry.” She leaned in a bit, her voice getting low as she moved to speak with him and make sure no one else heard. ”You know anything about the underground trade? The one run by the leeches?” She had no idea if he knew about vampires or not. But surely as a born wolf he knew what else was out there? Right? ”Cause they got me and I was sold, that’s how I got to England. Some leech made me his pet.” Her hazel mirrors darkened as the topic of Asar came up. That was the one portion of her life that she would like to cut out and be rid of forever if it was possible. Her hatred for vampires was unending because of him, and if she ever saw that bastard again she’d tare his throat out. She wasn’t a natural born killer or anything, but that jerk deserved to die for what he had done to her. There was no sympathy in her for him or anyone else that was a vampire. Plus, did it count as murder if they were technically already dead? ”You were born. I know someone else, Shaun, he was born as well. And ya, you guys are the lucky ones. I gotta wait for my full form.” She pouted a little. Couldn’t he see? She wasn’t bothered by this at all. In her mind it only made her better. But then, maybe it was because Bee wasn’t looking for the staple family and home life. She didn’t picture herself as the loving mother of three with a husband who went off to work every day while she stayed home to cook and clean their three story house with its picket fence. She hadn’t even finished grade nine, she’d lived on the streets since she was fourteen, and she now lived in a country that she was in illegally. How on earth would she ever live a happy, normal life? So really, having been turned into a wolf didn’t ruin anything for her.

She snickered a little as he suggested a shoulder to cry on and then looked at him with one brow raised. ”Dude, seriously?” She shook her head and then grinned a little. ”I’m totally fine with it. I mean... It’s awesome really, when you stop to think about it. And one day, when I’m truly in control, it’ll be the best thing ever.”[/b ] She had no intentions of ever infecting anyone else, so why did it need to be something terrible to her? This made her better. She healed faster and easier and she’d be a heck of a lot harder to kill. For a girl her size? Made life a whole lot less dangerous. She could protect herself now. [b]”Ya we do need to stick together.” She grinned, as a thought came to her. ”I should totally bring you back to meet Topher! He’s the one who got me away from the leech’s house. I crash at his place now. He kinda treats me like a kid sister.” She grinned a bit, eyeing Asher up. Ya, he might just be a good addition to their little growing group. Bee and her boys, Topher, Shaun and Ash.