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Grayson Alexander

"Stop showin' off."

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a character in “The Howling | Mates”, as played by LookAliveSunshine

Description

GRAYSON ROLAND ALEXANDER
I'm Just a Kid || Simple Plan
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twenty one || french canadian || "gray" or "rory"



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|Gender|
"What, are you blind?"
male
|Birthdate|
"Guess I definitely wasn't conceived on Valentine's Day, eh?"
february fourteenth
|Sexual Preference|
"Shit man, I dunno. Don't ask me stuff like that. It's way too personal, you know?"
gay (currently questioning)
|Species|
"Best of the best, glorious and strong and, well, I guess I'm the damn weakest of all of 'em."
werewolf
|Pack|
"Biggest and the best, I guess."
dark mountain pack
|Ranking|
"Fuck you, I know I ain't strong, stop rubbin' it in my face."
omega
|Bloodline|
"Yeah yeah, I'm a mutt."
mixed
|Occupation|
"I like to call myself a barrista, thank you very much."
he works at and helps manage this little hipster coffee shop called full circle




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|Eye Color|
"Kinda... woody muddy brown?"
chocolate brown
|Hair Color|
"Brown. Used to be dirty blond but it darkened a bit as I got older."
brown
|Wolf Appearance|
"I don't fucking know, I'm tiny."
by werewolf standards, incredibly small, only a little under twice the size of a normal
wolf. very thin as well, he still has that awkward puppy quality that wolves often have,
although he's been a mature wolf for five years now. he is, like most of his pack, dark
furred. he has black fur, although it patches white along his chest and belly in places.

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|Body Type|
"I guess I've always been pretty small."
as the runt of his family, and his pack, he's a diminutive 5'5" and has narrow shoulders
to match his narrow hips and chest, as well as, well, all of him. he's honestly built like a very
small and slouchy stick.

|Skin Tone|
"My mom always called it peaches and cream? I just call it Caucasian."
fair skinned, few blemishes but a few freckles. he doesn't tan particularly easily.
|Height & Weight|
"Short as hell and thin as a twig."
5'5" and 115lb.
|Birthmarks and Scars|
"There are a lot. I don't talk about most of them. The scars, I mean, I haven't got any birthmarks."
gentle white lines across his wrists and hips, and assorted bite and claw marks from
when he's decided to mouth off to a fellow pack member who he really shouldn't have. he
has an odd burn scar across the back of his left shoulder, extending almost to the bottom of
his shoulder blade as well.



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|Personality|
"Frick, I'm an asshole and even I know it, don't get on my case. I'm also sarcastic and dry as hell."
painfully intelligent, from a young age gray had a problem speaking up when the situation
called for him to speak up for himself, he had a lot of problems speaking in general as a child.
to a certain extent, this was something he grew out of, although to this day when grayson feels
particularly emotionally about something he'll momentarily be at a bit of a pause for all speech.
self destructive on the worst days, gray is actually pretty good at keeping himself busy enough
and thinking enough about other things so that he never falls into any of the worst self-
destructive behaviors, at least anymore. still, he smokes and drinks alcohol at the very least
and listens to music a little too loud still. drinks his coffee with too much sugar and too much
milk to be healthy. but he's good at laughing, and exceptionally good at charming other people
into laughing with him. it's perhaps the only skill of his he recognizes and celebrates at least
privately. he's friendly at first meeting and tries to make any friends he can despite his incredibly
low sense of self worth. he tends to be very generous, although also very sarcastic, and he can
be standoffish around werewolves of other packs, or those highest up the pack structure. he
resents his position as omega to a high extent, but accepts it at his core as well, because his
instincts recognize that there's a reason he's there, however small. a bit crude, polite company
sometimes is a bit skeptical of his presence and he tends to get along best with those in their
early twenties or late teens, it seems. he's often very anxious, and has seen a lot of the world
for the worst that it is. still a starry-eyed kid at heart, he's a hopeless romantic and terribly in
love with cliches. he loves the world's color for the blurs of it and sees the whole forest, but can
easily examine the trees as well. he's a bit quirky, collects candles, and mails letters to random
addresses he finds on google maps that have friendly sayings in them, and absolutely loves
coffee and tea into his dying breath and bleeding heart. he also loves reading and listening to
people talk about themselves. he's thinking about going back to college for a psychology degree.

|Likes|
✔Reading | anything from adventure to dollar paperback harlequin romances, he has a particular
love for the art of being in the middle of at least five books at once, often spanning four or five
completely separate genres.
✔Skateboarding | he did it a lot in high school but never carried it on into adult life in any way.
he still watches videos and stuff, though.
✔Candles | mostly his favorites are yankee candles cuz he thinks they smell the strongest but
he collects and burns whatever kind of candles he can find in different places.
✔Coffee and Tea | he drinks his coffe with a hella ton of sugar and milk, but he loves making it for
people too and getting fancier and fancier each time. he also enjoys caramel lattes and most
cappuccinos. his favorite is green, but he loves all teas a lot. not a big fan, however, of pear tea, and
again, he loves making it for other people as well.
✔Animals | especially domestic and trainable ones. he's fostered tons of strays and is always extra
careful to make a lot of effort to take animals into consideration.
✔Stationary | gray loves to make and decorate stationary, and then send it to random addresses
with good, happy sayings on it.
✔Listening | to people, about people, anything, he loves hearing people's stories and loves fitting
all of the pieces about people together.

|Dislikes|
✘Being an Omega | as much as both he and his instincts try to fight it, he really, really hates
being at the bottom of the totem pole.
✘Fast Food | greasy food in general really, just sits weird in his stomach.
✘Henry David Thoreau | he just has this unconditional hatred for the guy and the guy's writings,
really, it's kind of peculiar.
✘Spiders | one of his worst fears, he's severely arachnophobic.
✘Phone Calls | he just feels really awkward and feels like his voice sounds dumb recorded over
the phone.
✘Tomatoes | gray's not exactly sure why he hates tomatoes so much but he really does.
✘Roses | the smell makes him kind of sick.

|Strengths|
"I'm... I'm okay at cheering people up I guess."
incredibly adept at making a good joke, he's also a quick thinker and a fast talker. gray is prone
to falling in love with ideas and sticking with them to the end. he never gives up on friends and
refuses to not do his best for anyone who seems upset. he's also incredibly intelligent in the
moment and has a great knack for making people smile. also has a very good memory.

|Weaknesses|
"Where does the list fuckin' end? I don't want to read them all out. There are too many to get out in one breath."
terribly reckless, gray is often standoffish, especially so to authority figures, and this has always
made quite a bit of trouble for him. he's also painfully cynical of the world around him and also
very self destructive. he gets distracted easily and is physically not the strongest or fastest wolf
around. quick to lose his temper, both in wolf form and out of it, he likes to break rules simply
to have broken a rule and holds a terrible grudge.

|Fears|
"I really hate spiders, man."
an array of weird irrational fears plague gray. from spiders, to a lesser one of snakes and an
absolutely terribly dysfunctional one of thunderstorms. his fears go deeper as well, mostly to
losing those he loves most or losing his ability to see the brighter side of things. he's scared
that all his fronting will be found out for who he is deeper, a person he feels is much weaker
and one he hates quite a bit. along with this he's terrified of a lot of small corners of himself,
but those will obviously be explored further as time progresses.



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|Equipment|
"That's an awful fancy way of saying 'pocket lint and a valiant frickin ball point pen' in my case."
on his person he usually keeps:
a pack of marlboro one hundreds,
a cigarette lighter in a silver cigarette lighter casing his friend made ages ago
a candle
a collar and leash, in case he meets any stray dogs in any of his travels.

he also keeps with him his essencials;
car keys and appartment keys,
his identification cards,
his cash and library cards,
his rarely used reading glasses,
a safety pin tucked into his wallet,
his wallet, filled with business cards and aforementioned goods,
(except his keys and reading glasses)
and often a scarf, extra coat or two, gloves or fingerless gloves, and a hat.
|History|
"My childhood was pretty okay I guess."
born premature and small, grayson disappointed his higher ranking parents immediately.
the last of five boys, he was the smallest throughout his entire life and the weakest by far.
He was sick quite a lot as a child, and he remembers his parents didn't abuse him but also
didn't pay him the amount of mind a child as sick as he often was needed. he remembers
his childhood with a vague lurch of hunger in his stomach, like the edge of hunger that
gently lines his memory of his earliest years. their family was poor, poorer than most of
the werewolves. maybe it was the supporting of five children, an uncle, and their father's
mother with only one person working in the household. money was tight, which meant
grayson was left to his own devices in terms of entertainment quite a lot. which actually
did build his imagination quite a bit. it also taught him a lot about the world, when he and his
brothers would go explore the train tracks outside the house for hours and wade back in the
creek that ran parallel to them on hot summer days. they'd come back in the evening with
a hundred facts on their lips about crawdads and kingfishers and trains and people that they
simply had to share with their mother and father and uncle and grandmother. but then gray,
the youngest of them all, tumbled his way into puberty, and any sense of innocence and
happiness in the alexander family flickered for a long moment. but teenage rebellion and
the angst it brought with it subsided early for gray, at sixteen, really, when he started doing
a lot of volunteer work at local animal shelters and got dog walking jobs, and kind of
accepted his fucked up little spot in the universe, as he puts it. and then he moved out of
that terrible house and into a nice little admittedly hipstery apartment and has a nice little
admittedly hipstery job and he's supporting himself and he's getting by and he's really
maybe ready to start seeing the good side of life. just maybe.

|Other|
has a bit more of a french accent than most french canadians, as his parents were
the first of their families in canada and surrounded themselves mostly with other french
canadians. this resulted in gray knowing a good amount of french.
currently, of course, single.
*this section might be edited in the future*

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So begins...

Grayson Alexander's Story

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Shiloh Grey
Its a crisp May morning. There is still some snow patches around, covering the newly growing grass. Because of the thunder storm last night frost covers the trees and everything is icy and wet. The mountain air is refreshing to the senses and today is the mating day.

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Shiloh groaned loudly as her alarm clock start cheering loudly in her sensitive ears....AGAIN! A harsh, grumpy growl escaped her throat as she slammed her hand down on the small electric device, silencing it forever as it was smashed to pieces.
"Shit!" Shiloh hissed, her silver eyes snapping open to see what she had done. It was the fourth alarm clock this month....She wasn't a morning person. Sighing loudly she plopped her face in her soft, forest green pillow, the unique scent of raspberries and honey wafted into her nose as she blindly ran her hand over to her phone. It was strange that every werewolf came with such a scent, but Shiloh loved her scent for she found it to explain her personalty as well. Grabbing her sleek iphone Shiloh pressed the button to light up the screen and squinted her eyes at the bright light, a silent scream of horror washing over her as she saw the time and date.
"God damnit!" she swore loudly as she flung herself out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Extremely happy she had showered and packed the night before Shiloh made fast work of brushing out her wayward long blonde curls so they became wavy and slightly more tamed. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and put on some eye liner and mascara within the time span of 2 minutes and rushed out of the bathroom and back into her room, through on a white transformer's t-shirt, red skinny jeans, black cowboy boots and her worn out black leather jacket. She glanced at her phone again, it read 10:15am.
"Shit I'm late!" she shouted, grabbed her bag with everything she needed then shot down the stairs. She grabbed an apple and muffin then was out the door, rapidly scurrying toward the large greyhound bus, her werewolf speed coming in handy as she rushed through the small town.
"WAIT FOR ME!!" Shiloh shouted as the driver was about to close the doors but stopped once she saw Shiloh. The Night White elder, Susan Fields, rolled her eyes at the little omega girl as the elder watch the girl scurry towards the bus.
"I am so sorry Mrs.Fields I...." Shiloh began as she got on the bus, the doors closing behind her, but the elder cut her off by waving her hand in dismissal. Shiloh bowed her head then went to take a seat.
"Morning everyone" she greeted brightly. The bus was cowered with all the unmated members of the White Night pack, it seemed she was the last to arrive...again. Shiloh sat down by Emerson, giving her a big smile. She and Emme were close, she was actually one of Shiloh's first friends.
"So you excited to meet your mate?" Shiloh teased as she put her bag under her feet, the sound of the bus starting up and driving away entered her ears and Shiloh slightly bounced in her seat in excitement, a large pearly white smile plastered on her face. She took a big bite of her apple and split the muffin handing the other half to Emme.
"Its your favorite" Shiloh murmured with a mouth full of apple.

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Scotty groaned and rolled over as her alarm blared loudly, further tangling herself in her bed sheets. She continued to ignore the object, hoping that by some miracle it would cease its shrill ringing. The loud noise persisted, so Scotty finally rolled back over and punched down on the clock's snooze button. Smiling at the quiet that once again surrounded her, Scotty snuggled her comforter once more. She had just closed her eyes when a second annoying noise forced her eyes open. She at once recognize the persistent chirping as her pet bird Apollo's wake up call. Scotty rolled her eyes before yelling over at the bird, "Alright, alright, I'm awake you stupid bird."

The chirping finally halted as Scotty sat up in her bed, placed her feet on the chilled wooden floor, and stretched her arms out. She yawned loudly and stumbled into her small bathroom. Her home above the garage was nothing too glorious, but Scotty had made taken it upon herself to fix it up after the death of her father. She had not been able to bring herself to live in the pack house after his death. The house was nice -much nicer than her place above the shop- but the garage had been her father's place and it was all she had left of him other than his necklace and switchblade. She had given the small apartment a cozy, homely feeling. As Scotty looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink, she wondered what her dad might say if he could see her now, about to go and find her mate. Would he be proud? Maybe he would be fearful of losing his baby girl.

Scotty was snapped out of her thoughts as she looked at the clock and realized that she had been looking in the mirror for a full fifteen minutes. She took a quick, scalding hot shower and got changed as quickly as possible. She dried her hair, settling for it being in loose curls as she looked at the clock once more and realized she was about to be late. Scotty threw as much as she could into her small weekend bag, not having time to sort through everything and pick out what she did and did not need.

The last thing that she did was jog into her kitchen and fill a bowl with birdseed. She then proceed to open the door of Apollo's cage. The one-legged bird tweeted happily as he flapped his wings and hopped to Scotty's shoulder. Scotty moved to the large window that faced out westward. As she opened it, Apollo hopped down from her shoulder and onto Scotty's hand. He looked from the bowl of birdseed to Scotty's face and cocked his head to the side. The creature seemed to have a sense that Scotty was leaving for a bit and he was confused. Scotty patted his head and whispered, "I'll be home before you know it, bud." With that, Scotty set down the bowl of seed and nodded for Apollo to fly off. He flapped his white wings and fluttered near the window sill, looking up at Scotty for a moment. She smiled at the bird, wishing that he could understand her. At last, Apollo chirped at his owner and fluttered off. Scotty looked on after the bird for a moment and then finally shut the window and turned back to her room.

Scotty took one last glance at the clock and then hustled back into action. She grabbed her bag, keys, and phone before heading out the door and down the steps into the repair shops. Only Scotty's motorcycle and car were in the garage. Most people in the town were aware of the fact that Scotty would be going with the other unmated pack member, so they had not brought their cars in. Scotty double checked that both the garage door and the shop door were locked before she finally headed in the direction of the bus. As Scotty stepped onto the large bus, she greeted the bus driver with a lively, "How are ya, Mr. Swann?" The pack elder smiled at the girl. "Very well. Thank you for asking Ms. Walker." Scotty gave him a large grin and looked around at the rest of the pack members that had already boarded the bus. Scotty passed the pack Delta, Ryder Taylor, on her way to sit down and greeted him with a kind smile. "G'mornin'," she said happily to the Delta before taking a seat.

Scotty was not unexcited to go find her soulmate. The idea made her happy and feel warm on the inside; however, Scotty being as insecure as she was, was afraid that she might not find a mate. She feared that there was a chance that she would not find a wolf that thought she was the one. Perhaps she was paranoid, but she couldn't help herself from feeling like she would never be good enough for anyone. What if, Scotty thought, someone pretended to love her and then decided that he didn't want her anymore? Scotty shook the thought from her mind and put a happy smile back on her face as other unmated members of the pack walked toward the bus.

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      • Alistair let out a small moan as his Golden retriever licked the left side of his face, slowly he rolled over into his back and cast his glance over to his window. There was still a few patches of snow and already Alistair could smell the crisp air although it was nearly covered by the smell of cinnamon and apple, his own scent.
With a lot of willpower Alistair finally managed to push himself away from his soft mattress and warm quilts. Still in his morning slumber mode he managed a slow shuffle towards his bathroom. After he let the warm water slip over his olive skin Alistair quickly changed into his black jeans and plain white tee.
It was nearly time for him to board the bus which would take him to his future mate, excitement and anxiety hit Alistair like a ten-meter wave.

What if his mate didn't fall for him? What happens then? Does he simply have to be alone, forever? Alistair pushed the questions out of his mind, he couldn't afford to think like this. He still had half an hour till he had to be on the bus. Quickly Alistair walked over to his favorite cafe, he quickly ordered a hot chocolate, he nodded his thanks and made his way over to the bus.

Not many of his pack was there, Alistair smiled and whispered his 'good morning' before he slipped his headphones on and flipped out his iPod before he put his favorite artist on and hoped on the bus. Alistair quickly took a seat in the middle and smiled as each of his pack members sat down. Without another word he looked around at the empty seats, snuggled up on the chair and started playing Temple Run as he waited for the rest of his pack to arrive.

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Shiloh Grey

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After a 2 hour long bus trip

A quite, impatient growl slipped past Shiloh's lips as she waited. They had arrived to their destination and Shiloh she was slowly going crazy. She had never sat so long in a vehicle, even if two hours isn't that long to some peoples it was horrible. The feeling of being a caged animal wasn't a pleasant one and it was starting to make Shiloh sick to her stomach. Yet for the life of her all her pack mates had decided on becoming were-turtles today. Like freaking hurry the hell up! She started fiddling with her earphones distract herself but nothing was working. So you could just imagine her relief when it was her turn to get off.

"FREEDOM!" Shiloh shouted loudly as she literally flung herself out of the bus knocking into a few people as she ran towards the cabins and away from the giant metal beast. And here she thought it wouldn't be that bad. Service her right for thinking. Now that she was free from the grey metal demon aka the bus, Shiloh looked around and noticed that the other packs bus had already arrived. The thought of her mate being so close made Shiloh blush brightly as a face splitting smile lite up her features.

"Omega Shiloh" an older voice said from behind her and Shiloh turned to see a woman around her mid forties with blazing red hair with a few lighter strands here and there, pulled back in an elegant bun, leaving only a few loose curled strands to obstruct the view of her delicate facial features. The woman was very lovely with tanned skin and bright blue eyes, which all contrasted with the smart black pencil skirt and elegant white top. She was much taller then Shiloh but she also had black heels on.

"ummm yes that's me.......and you are?" Shiloh didn't mean to sound rude but it didn't seem like the woman cared. Shiloh could instantly tell she was all work and no play.

"I am Mrs.Striker, I am the in charge of the activities that happen here and I just came to inform you that you are staying in cabin number 23, have a good day" the woman was swift and stoic as she walked away, probably to go find her next victim..... umm packmate, to inform then of their cabins. Shiloh sighed and shook her head at the woman before she made her way to her cabin. Dinner was at five tonight and it was one the afternoon. It was a formal gathering so you had to dress nicely. Once she arrived at her cabin she started getting ready.

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Thomas slept through the ride and got up and walked out last and yawned. "Well that sucked and now to my cabin." I looked at the cabin and started to wards it with my bags. "Wait that's taken your not on my list who are you?" I heard the female voice behind me and sighed this had happened before but last time there was a extra cabin. "Thomas Rollens and now what?" I really didn't want to be here anyways but this made it a lot worse but my luck alwa s being bad made me use to it. "wait here we'll figure it out." I groaned as the woman walked off and started to practice on my guitar. "Someone shoot me this place blows as always which sucks." I yawned again and say on the curb gaining tips from passing civilians.

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"So, excited to meet your mate?"

Scotty's gaze out the window shot up as she was suddenly addressed by a fellow pack member. She looked up to see that is was Genevieve, one of her hunters. Scotty's expression quickly turned from surprise to happiness at the girl sitting across from her. She had spent a lot of time with Gen and even though Scotty was the lead hunter, she never felt as though she was any better than Gen and she always made sure that the other hunter knew that. "I'm sure you already know the answer to that," Scotty spoke with the same slight sarcasm as Gen had spoken to her. They were all nervous and Scotty knew that. She tried to stay her light-hearted self, but she was becoming more insecure about the whole situation by the minute.

Scotty talked with the other pack members for only a moment or two at the start of the bus ride before settling further into her seat and gazing out the window at the passing scenery. She knew that much like everyone else on the bus, she would not be acting too much like herself on this trip. The thought of finding a person that she would spend the rest of her life with was far too much of a burden for Scotty to be acting like her normally up-beat self.




A little less than two hours later, Scotty woke with a start as the bus jerked to a halt. She had not realized that she had fallen asleep, but she was glad that she had not been awake for such a long time on a metal box. Scotty quickly smoothed down her hair and checked her makeup in her reflection in the window. Once she was satisfied that everything was in order, she grabbed her bag from the dust bus floor and followed the rest of the pack off the bus.

Scotty stared at her surrounding for a moment. The place was gorgeous and the beautiful surroundings only made the upcoming days seem more surreal to her. Scotty took a deep breath and exhaled, closing her eyes. She had to get used to it because there was no turning back now.

Scotty was jolted out of her thoughts as a kind yet demanding voice spoke from behind her, "Ms. Walker." Scotty's eyes shot open and she turned quickly on her heels to face the voice. In front of her stood a woman far taller than she and much older with gorgeous fiery red hair; however, despite the woman's age, Scotty couldn't help but think that the woman was held far more beauty than she.

Scotty did not know who the woman was, but she had the feeling that this woman was important. Scotty gave her a large smile and replied, "Scotty." She had meant for the comment to be more of a "We don't have to be formal" sort of gesture but it had come off as more of a "I'm an immature child" sort of act.

The woman gave Scotty an unamused glance and Scotty couldn't help but squirm a little under the glance. "Yes, Ms. Walker," the woman began slowly, choosing not to take Scotty's gesture of non-formality, "You'll be in Cabin Twelve." The woman finished speaking and Scotty opened her mouth to say something, but she was already walking away toward another one of Scotty's pack members. Scotty furrowed her brow at the woman's stoic disposition, but she shrugged it off as nothing personal.

Scotty shouldered her bag just as she caught a glimpse of the other pack's bus rolling to a stop. Suddenly feeling like she had to get out of there, Scotty checked around her in case she had missed anything and scurried off toward the cabins to get a little more dressed up for the coming evening.

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Skyler smiled at Jason's comment, though she couldn't quite admit that it worried her that they'd be... exposed on unfamiliar ground for days. Of course, there would be the other pack members but she couldn't trust them with her family, with her pack. "So Skyler shall we go appease the elder's?" he said back, "the sooner we get this over with the better" was all she could say before she followed Jason inside the bus and sat down on the free seat besides him. She made a few jokes about whatever she could think of for a little while but for most part of the ride she was quiet.

Nearly two hours later they had finally arrived to their destination, once it came to a stop Skyler hurried like a mule to get outside of the bus, of course waiting for the Alpha to do so first. Truth was she had a strange feeling about the whole thing as if they were somehow exposed. As soon as she managed to grab some air she waited for the rest of the pack members, she greeted everyone good morning and soon enough grabbed her luggage.

Skyler immediately searched the place protectively and once she made sure there was nothing strange going on she thought of making herself home and rushed in to whatever cabin, the girl wasn't quit waiting for any longer before getting ready; all she wanted was to take another hot bath, thought she already had in the morning, and maybe even snag a little nap. It wasn't until a beautiful red-haired beauty stopped her, an older woman with beautiful red hair. Strangely Skyler thought the woman almost gave off a royal feeling to her, she had a particular tanned skin which made her hair stand out even further. "Mrs. Black?"

She nodded almost taking her time, it had been some time before someone had addressed her by her last name it almost sounded unfamiliar. "The one and only"
she said with a smile now, and extending her arm to greet the woman in front of her. The woman looked at her hand unimpressed before she she spoke again, "Mrs. Black, your will be staying in cabin 13" as soon as she said her number her eyes widened. "Awww come on man, that's just back luck all over! Skyler frowned loudly enough for other pack members to hear. The woman paid no mind to Skylers complains and gave her an unamused stare "I suggest you would get ready. I will see you again soon enough".

Almost with her head looking down she headed to her cabin, a rogue she probably could handle but what could you do with back luck. She let out a sigh and once she had found her cabin she frowned again at the look of the plaque with the number 13 on top of the door but finally headed inside. She immediately started getting ready, 'something fancy' she remembered. Finally she picked an outfit she hoped would be fitting and headed towards the shower, finally she changed into her outfit and deemed herself ready.