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Erin’s desk was awash with open textbooks, crumpled up pieces of paper, and half finished essays. None of it was homework, she’d already finished that. For the most part it had been pretty boring; though as always she enjoyed her speech and debate assignment. But seriously, couldn’t teachers think of something to give them that weren’t just memorization and repetition of facts? It was like they just expected everyone to take facts in and then spit them out like a machine! Erin had even gotten in trouble the other day for questioning a teacher!

It was absolutely preposterous, if her biology teacher could give her no viable proof that dragons didn’t exist then there was no reason why she couldn’t speculate on them in her term paper! For peat’s sake they were werewolves! But nooooo, apparently it was wrong to choose a “mythical” creature, and then lecture your teacher on the probability of its’ existence!

Of course, that wasn’t what was on her desk either. Erin’s desk was awash with college brochures, Sat prep books, were-wolf history books, and half written speeches. All of her speeches were half written because Erin simply couldn’t think of what to say. She was enjoying a bout of writers block, and it was exhilarating. She just begun to start yet another speech paper when she heard the sounds of dinner preparations coming from below her.

Erin bolted up immediately, shoving her books and papers into a pile and cleverly concealing them with a blanket. This was just what she needed, a distraction. She could take a break for dinner and grill Tai one more time about male succession laws in the pack.

Erin went down the stares taking them three at a time and galumphing into the kitchen. She was just in time to here Mark talk about food being women’s work and then apologize because it was his wolf who made him say it.

Strolling up to him she put his arm over his shoulder in an overly friendly gesture and said, “Mark, mark, mark. You should let you’re wolf know that this is is the twenty first century. The idea of women being bound to the home is an ancient thing of the past. Righttttt?”She flashed him a smile, ready to launch into a lengthy speech that the majority of the household had heard at least four times over.