Chapter Thirteen :#

Chapter Thirteen:
Welcome to The Pack

“I think she’s waking up…”
“Is she? No she’s not.”
“Yes she is.”
“No, Frankie. She’s clearly dead.”
“Come on Mikey, don’t be an idiot. Remember? That ended up killing Ray and Bob.”
“Oh shut it. She’s not going to wake up. She’s probably in a coma. There’s no way she’d be able to just get up after an hour of sleeping after that.”
“She’s okay and she’s waking up. Look. Her breathing changed.”
“No it didn’t. And she‘s not okay. I‘ll bet you twenty that she‘s stuck in a coma.”
“OH MY GOD! Fine, we’ll ask Gerard. What do you say, doc? Is she okay” 
“Well, seeing as how she already fractured her arm and leg, this really doesn’t help at all. But she’ll heal within the week with her talking abilities…”
“So she’ll be okay?” 
“Yes. Oh and she is waking up, by the way”
“DAMNIT!”
“Ha. Told you.” 

I opened my eyes slowly, watching a tall boy with brown hair and eyes handing Frankie a crumpled bill. Frankie took it eagerly, then paused as he noticed I was awake. He grinned, his dog-like fangs winking at me in the dim light. I looked around. This room wasn’t nearly as nice as Ryan’s but it was quaint and somewhat relieving. It’s cream walls matched the brown carpet, and a single white window showed the moon happily. I sat up slowly, gripping the leather cushions of the couch I was lying on. Gerard nodded happily.

“It’s good that you’re up. If you were asleep for any longer, I think Frankie would have gone insane.” He stated. I nodded calmly.

“Oh… sorry… what happened?” I asked. Frankie shrugged.

“A blood sucker knocked you off of me and John and Gerard decided that it would be best if we took you for awhile to keep you out of harms way.” He explained. I stared at him, shocked.

“But what about Ryan?” I asked. The one I assumed to be Mikey sighed.

“He wasn’t to happy at first, but he agreed. He knows what’s best for you, don’t worry” He explained calmly. I nodded slowly. My therapy sessions would have to wait a bit longer before I could use them to crack open John and Ryan. I attempted to stand up, but my cast made me wobble, then fall back down. Frankie quickly caught me, allowing to fall onto the couch a bit more softly. I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on now.

“So, Pete’s clan is perusing me, I assume?” I asked. They all nodded. I moaned, lying back down.

“Great. That guy freaks the crap out of me.” I snarled. Mikey laughed.

“You think he’s scary? You should see his boss.” He stated. I looked over at Mikey, a confused expression crossing my face.

“His boss?” I asked. Mikey nodded.

“Didn’t you know? Pete doesn’t own that clan. Patrick does. And almost anyone who meets him thinks he’s psychotic.” Mikey explained. Gerard leaned forward, grinning slightly.

“Mikey had to work for them so that we could make a business deal. Turns out they bailed anyways, but ever since Mikey can’t take a single step towards their house. He actually will sometimes walk on the other side of the street!” Gerard explained. Mikey punched his arm.
“Not true!” He snarled. I laughed to myself. These wolves were just like people only they were… well wolves. Frankie smirked at my stifled laughter.
“Oh, what? Are we amusing to you, Miss Talking?” He asked, teasingly. I shook my head.
“Oh, no. I’m sorry. I was laughing at your… manliness.” I teased back. Frankie’s grin spread, flashing his dog-like fangs
“So wait, you think I’m not manly? I’m very manly. So many, in fact that men feel inferior to my manliness.” He stated. I rolled my eyes.
“Uh huh. And the reason why you’re saying that is because, actually, you feel inferior and feel like telling people about how superior you are.” I retorted. Frankie held his chest, his eyes flashing their wolf blue.
“Ouch! Ouch! That hurt! Why would you say something so cruel?” He asked, “I can show you how manly I am.” He stated. Mikey rolled his eyes.
“Frankie, I know we’re dogs, but that’s no reason to go into that factor of being dog like to this innocent girl.” He stated. Frankie smirked.
“Well why not? She doesn’t seem to mind. Besides, she thinks I’m inferior” He said. Gerard sighed, picking up his cell phone and shoving it into his jacket pocket.
“That’s because you are. I am your medical examiner and you are just a tad inferior. So stop trying, shut up and if there’s talking guts strewn across the place when I get back from work, both of you are royally fucked.” He stated. Mikey moaned.
“Why would I be?” He asked. Gerard raised an eyebrow at the werewolf who had spoken up.
“Because. We know how Frankie gets when he finds something he likes. And with his nature, you definitely have to keep an eye out for him.” He explained. I looked over at Frankie who simply winked at me, his eyes now vibrant blue. I felt like some new chew toy that he desperately wanted to play with… or maybe… now I was beginning to feel like a little female dog. Maybe a Pomeranian or something cute like that… with a black bow… I shook my head. Why was I thinking about being a Pomeranian? I stood up, looking at my dirt streaked outfit. I looked up at Frankie.
“Um… do you have anything I can borrow?” I asked. Frankie nodded.
“Yep. Though you do still have my hoody.” He said rather smugly. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, but that’s because you lent it to me and I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon. You know, we’ve really got to plan these events.” I stated sarcastically. Mikey laughed.
“Well, If you’re okay with hanging out with me and Frankie for the day, we could go shopping. Gerard’s a doctor so he makes a lot of money but he really doesn’t care how much money we spend as long as we can eat and pay the bills. So Frankie and I often stare at it, hoping it’ll do a trick. But now that we’ve got you here this paper could become a tool of entertainment.” Mikey stated. I sighed, glancing up at Frankie.
“As long as he stops looking at me as if I were a little Pomeranian in a tutu.” I snarled. Frankie gasped.
“What? I wasn’t thinking of you like that at all! No, I was thinking of a long haired Chihuahua with two black bows and a tutu” He joked. Mikey hit his arm.
“Come on, horn-dog. Lets go” Mikey snarled. Frankie shrugged.
“I’m sorry! It’s my doggy instincts!” He whimpered as the three of us exited the apartment.