𝑼𝒍𝒇𝒖𝒓

                                    

                                          
I was sitting at my bedroom window, watching a couple owls in my tree. It was probably the luckiest thing I had ever witnessed. Seeing owls were rare, but here were two. Sure they were sharing a bloodied, broken mouse on a branch and I was watching the clumps of fur and bits of bone disappear down their gullets but it was still kind of majestic. They were screech owls, I think. Just as I was about to pull out my phone to take a picture, something clattered against my window. Whatever it was had been a blur, so I craned my neck downwards to see what it was. Aster was standing below my window, waving his arms. He threw something else at the window. It was a tiny pebble. I couldn't believe it. Plus he had scared the owls away, and I watched them flap their wings and take off in disappointment. Stupid Aster, ruining everything. 
After I beat Umbridge I had taken Abby to my house so that she could meet my parents. I told them she was a part of the family that lived in the big house, and my parents welcomed her eagerly. I think part of them hoped that I had found a nice girl to date, like maybe I was bisexual or pansexual or gay. It wasn't because they were homophobic, it was because they wanted me to settle down and there weren't any gay guys in our little town. But when Abby left, I stayed home and didn't go back to see Aster or Elaine or the pups. Which probably worried Aster, so he'd come to my house and know he was upset about something or another. 
I tip-toed down the hallway and down the stairs to the front door. I cautiously cracked it open, and beckoned for Aster to hurry his ass up. Once he was inside I shut the door, grabbed his hand and dragged him carefully back upstairs and shoved him into my room. My parents were in the basement, watching horror movies, so hopefully they wouldn't hear me yelling at Aster. Or vice-versa.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I hissed. I crossed my arms and leaned against my door, watching Aster angrily until he seemed to get what I was signaling and backed away a couple feet, towards my bed. 
"You didn't come home. You weren't there when I woke up, and you didn't come back! Elaine and the pups didn't know where you were, but Abby and Umbridge were gone so I thought that you were in trouble."
"So why didn't you come look for me?"
"You were like eight miles away, there was no way I could get there fast enough to keep Umbridge from beating you up."
I scoffed. "Gee, thanks. And anyways he didn't, and we're friends now. So suck on that-" I said, flipping him off with both hands. 
Aster's eye twitched slightly. "Red..."
"Don't use that fucking tone on me," I snapped.
Aster flexed his knuckles. "Red, I am the leader of this pack. If you keep insisting on being so disobedient, then I will have no choice but to keep punishing you or kick you out of the pack. I've given you time to ajdust to your Wolf, and I've tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, but no matter how much I might like you as person, it is pack rules that you can't disrespect those higher than you. Like you did with Umbridge. You were lucky to beat him twice, now he can't fight you again."
"He wouldn't anyways, dumbass. Didn't you hear me?" I cupped my hands around my mouth. "WE'RE FRIENDS NOW."
Aster closed his eyes briefly. "Red-"
"No. Ever consider that maybe I don't want to be a part of your pack, huh? Maybe I don't like you at all. Maybe I want to be part of Abby's pack. I'd rather her be the alpha than you."
Aster crossed his arms. "Doesn't work like that, Red."
"Well maybe it should!"
Aster growled low in his throat, and I growled back at him. Aster's eyes crackled like an uncontrollable wildfire. He was mad. Wolf was starting to regret crossing him. "What were you doing out there in the woods with Abby anyways?" he asked suspiciously. His words dripped with jealousy and disdain that not even the most skilled werewolf could hide. Even though he was mad at me, it was still kind of cute that he was pretending not to care about my every whereabout.