Lunar's POV

It was kind of weird, watching Anthien shift. His bones crackled and popped, breaking in gross ways. It didn't seem to scare me, just gross me out a little from the bones crunching and snapping. His skin stretched, tore, and melted. It was also strange to watch fur grow from his flesh. He cried out from it, too, which meant he wasn't very used to Shifting. I watched him hit the ground, "F-Fuck, c-can you back up? It'd be better if you weren't so close, your presence is stressing my wolf out and it hurts more than I'm used to."

His words had me doing as requested. It was confusing to not feel afraid. I was more fascinated than anything, admiring the bones as they molded into a wolf's anatomy. His wolf was larger than the usual breed, with white and silver fur and a lot of fluff near his neck. His eyes were golden while his ear tufts had silver to black, drawing more attention to his face. Stepping over to me, he lowered, motioning to get onto his back. Hesitating, I got on, holding tight when he started trotting away from the apartments. I pulled at his fur when I realized where he was taking me. He growled in response, motioning to some wolves that were looking around, "I am not going to Kyle's! Isn't there a better place to hide?"

A roll of the eyes was all I got as he started moving again, ducking through a few alleys. He set me down, scratching at the door and waiting for it to open. When it didn't, he set me down, leaving me by the door, with an annoyed snarl. After a few moments the door opened, Anthien holding a towel around his waist with one hand and Kyle's throat with the other, "Next time get off your bitch when I come over. Don't think I don't know your business with Matty."

"Owe, fuck off!" Kyle bared his canines, silenced by Anthien's snarl being louder as I was pulled into Kyle's house, shutting the door behind us. Kyle was his bitch, this interaction proved it. Between them, Anthien was the Alpha. I wondered if that made Kyle the Beta or if there was someone else, making him the Omega. I didn't have sympathy if he was the Omega.

"We'll wait here for about an hour, or you can call Ryker to pick you up. Either way works," Anthien looked at me with a shrug, heading into the bathroom and coming back out with pajama pants, "Those guys are Rogues. They hang around the Canine territory and just like to hang out. Claims are usually good 'fun' for them."

At that my phone vibrated, drawing my attention to it;

Anthien looked out the window, opening the door as he slipped on a tank top, Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Hayes stepping inside of Kyle's place. I nuzzled into Mr. Lincoln's chest, trembling at the howling outside, my nails digging into his back. I was most afraid of the male I'd met earlier coming for me, he had so many tallies I'm sure he didn't remember all their names. I quivered at the possibility that he probably did, I didn't want to be added to such a list.

"Ah, that howl won't cause you harm. Give me a second," Anthien grinned, heading outside and cupping his hands to yowl, "It's just Lucy, she's pretty good at mimicking a howl."

"What did you do this time to piss the Rogues off?" Skating with rollerblades, Lucy rolled to the door, laughing and dancing. Looking passed them all, she saw me, "Lunar, Hello! That explains their looking!"

I wasn't surprised to see her and Leville being on speaking terms. She had an agreement with anyone and everyone that she was a friend to all, just leave her out of fights, drama, and anything problematic. She was on this planet to have a good time. I admired that about her.

She yanked me from Mr. Lincoln, cackling more, "You all need to stop hiding him so much! No wonder he's scared all the time, he never gets a chance to be adventurous."

"Explain today," Mr. Lincoln responded, amused yet unhappy with me at the same time, his stern look had given away I was in serious trouble, "I think somebody has had enough adventures today."

Lucy halted, turning, and daring at him, her voice just as threatening as his size and posture, "And who are you to decide that? He's an adult, not a child. So are you, act like one."

Mr. Lincoln was six foot and three inches, his muscle mass made me look like an ant. Lucy was five foot and had noodle arms. She held no punches, cowered to nobody as she stepped into his personal space and stared him down. My face went pale, and so did Anthien's and Kyle's.

Jax wasn't kidding about Lucy being so bold.

Mr. Hayes kept his mouth shut, letting Mr. Lincoln handle Lucy, something he rarely did since usually he was quick to speak to keep Mr. Lincoln calm. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched the two, watching as he kept from chuckling. I could picture him mentally eating popcorn.

I eyed as Mr. Lincoln restrained himself from wiggling his jaw and clenching it. Admittedly, it was always hot to see it happen. Doing that always meant he was pissed, annoyed, or heavily amused. Sometimes all three. Looking away with a blush as he noticed me watching, I side-eyed him as he flattened his flannel shirt. I didn't even notice he and Mr. Hayes had changed outfits. I guess they went home to get into something more comfortable to find me rather than in suits.

"It is too dangerous for Floid to be out here," Mr. Lincoln finally replied, restraining his fangs from coming out, "We need to get him home, especially when the moon is rising, and the sun is setting."

I flinched at my last name. He only used it when I was severely in trouble. I'm screwed.

"And I think he should have a little bit of fun," Lucy spat back, folding her arms and standing in front of me, and turning her attention to me, "Don't you?"

"I-I-I'm not sure, really," I stammered, rubbing the back of my head awkwardly, "I-I should probably head home. It is getting late and I'm not you, I can't see in the dark."

"Covered," She clapped her hands, a bunch of bright lights turning on as she put on sunglasses. Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Hayes shielded their eyes, their jaws tightening to not hiss or growl from the lights as they put on their sunglasses. The lights helped me to notice she had her fangs out. She was ready to have a damn hissing match with Mr. Lincoln. She's insane!

"...I don't have skates?" She pulled some out of her bag, and cocked a brow at me confidently, "I-I'm tired...?"

She lifted her shades and gave me a look as I did an awkward smile, not believing a damn word, "Doubtful."

"Alright, I can't rollerskate."

"One, I'll teach you. Two, you can skateboard, but you can't rollerskate? How the fuck does that make sense. Three, quit giving excuses."

She Sparta-kicked me to the ground, trying to sit on me. My cheeks reddened, as I pinned her to the ground, shoving her wrists above her head, "Stop it! I do not want to roller skate!"

"There you go! See, confidence!" Her surprise vanished into laughter, my heart stampeding. My face was all sorts of roses, cherrying further as she kissed my cheeks, "Bravo! Also, cute butt."

"Don't look at my ass!" I squealed, hiding my ass with my coat.

Jumping, I turned to look at Mr. Lincoln as he pressed against my spine. My face tomato as he asked, "May we head home, now?"

"Hang out tomorrow?" I nodded hesitantly, looking over to Anthien, who looked surprised, "Lava Lamp, Jax is having a party. He said I could bring anybody I wanted."

He gave a nervous nod as I lifted my arms to Mr. Lincoln, but he didn't lift me, just rested his hand on my back and moved me towards the Cadillac, "Don't, You're in trouble."

I knew better to argue. At least in the location we were at. He got into the passenger side, pulling me roughly into his lap as Mr. Hayes sat into the driver's side and started to drive us home.

"What in the fuck were you thinking today? Running off the way you fucking did? We had been looking for hours! You're bloody lucky he didn't hurt you when we both know he could have!" Once far enough away, Mr. Lincoln gripped my jaw and made me look at him. His eyes were dark, he was pissed. But I could tell he was masking being terrified and worried, his voice becoming a growl at my not answering, "Answer me!"

The snarling and the tone startled me, but I tried to not react as I stayed quiet. I honestly wasn't sure what to say. I understood why he was upset; I ran off to be around somebody with a long history of abuse toward me. Leville could have done anything he wanted to me, and Mr. Lincoln wouldn't have been able to save me. I avoided eye contact, fidgeting with my hands as I thought about what to do or say.

The thing that got me to react was howling. It was a terrifying yowl, the kind that sounds like a woman screaming in agony. It was loud, echoing. From the looks Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Hayes had they knew who it was.

"Take a long way home, get the Rogues off our back," Mr. Lincoln muttered to Mr. Hayes, shoving me to where his feet were and draping his coat over me, "Stay down."

Another howl sent shivers down my spine, whimpers leaving the back of my throat, as I held onto his leg. I didn't dare to look up, just stared at the floor of the car and kneaded my nails into his pant leg to keep from panicking.

His hand combed through my hair, his voice immediately velvety, "Breathe, Kitten."

The Cadillac came to a sharp halt, Mr. Lincoln holding tightly onto my mouth when I tried to cry out, not letting me see what was going on as Mr. Hayes muttered dryly, "I'll deal with it. Stay in the car."

I could tell he was directing the last part towards me, but he was making it sound like he was only speaking to Mr. Lincoln as he stepped out of the car. The way he acted gave me the information that he'd almost hit something and wasn't pleased. Watching Mr. Lincoln from under his coat, I watched him lean against the door, trying not to put his focus on me. Faintly, I could hear Mr. Hayes speaking to somebody but I couldn't make out the conversation. I just knew it was about me.

The hand he held over my mouth slowly removed, taking his phone out of his pocket, and silently pointing at me and my pocket, taking his battery out of his phone. He motioned to do it, now. Quietly I did so, setting it in his hand as he covered it in his lap, still pretending to not have me in the car. He rested his hand back in the seat, holding his fingers up for me to hold his hand.

Nervously, I grabbed his hand, lightly tugging his hand to my mouth. He leaned against the dashboard, making it seem like he wanted to out of boredom, his jaw wiggling to contain his amusement as he shoved his thumb into my mouth. I bit him in disapproval, trying not to start giggling as he took it out and flicked my forehead, shoving his index and middle fingers into my mouth. Without hesitation he moved them back and forth, his legs tensing as I pushed my hand between his thighs.

"It is getting quite late, I'm sure we all would appreciate getting home before the rest of the Rogues get out!" He cleared his throat, meaning his movement had been noticed so his calling to Mr. Hayes was done to make it seem like he was just innocently noticing the time. That seemed to move things quickly since moments later, Mr. Hayes came back into the car. Mr. Lincoln waited until we were far enough away to look at me and flick my forehead again, holding back a chuckle with a fierce look, "Don't do that."

I became a giggle fit, removing my hand, but he put it back. When we were safe, he pulled me into his lap, Mr. Hayes driving a little slower to be more careful.

"Awe, did almost getting caught excite you? Again," Nibbling my ear, Mr. Lincoln slipped his hands into my jeans. I hid in my sleeves, leaning my back against his chest and getting shy as he lowered my jeans just enough to pull my shaft out and stroke it, quivering at his fingers pinching my tip. He was teasing me by being so gentle, his lips against my temple, "So difficult to be mad at you when you look so damn pathetic. So ready to be fucked out and I've only barely rubbed you."

He focused on tormenting the tip, tickling, and massaging with his claws as I whimpered endlessly. My teeth were biting my wrist to keep quiet, afraid my sounds would cause trouble to stir up again. This seemed to just encourage him to touch more aggressively, my free hand sinking its nails into his thigh with a small cry.

"Get into the house," I whined as he fixed my jeans when Mr. Hayes parked in the garage, Mr. Lincoln roughly shoving me out of the vehicle. I stomped my foot at him, folding my arms and looking at him. He cocked an eyebrow at me, smirking and flashing his fangs as he spoke, "Excuse me?"

"Y-You are," I started, getting flushed as he tilted his head, daring me to finish as I backed towards the door, opening it, "!"

I slammed the door as he got out of the car, my fingers locking the door so fast as laughter filled my lungs. He started chortling, jiggling the door aggressively as I backed up, "Open this damn door! Tyler, hurry up and give me the keys!"

I ran up the stairs, skipping every other step, giggling as he opened the door. Screeching for a moment as I peeked at him.

"You can run but you can't hide from me!" He razzed, Mr. Hayes leaned against the doorframe in amusement as he watched us both, his arms folded as he admired our silliness.

"Go fuck yourself!" I sang, waving chaotically, tossing my shoes down to the floor and sliding through the hallway, running into my bedroom and then through my parents'. They were home early and resting, silent panic seeping through my veins as I tiptoed out of the room, "G-Gahh--!"

As soon as I was out of their bedroom, I peeked into the hallway, Mr. Lincoln had gone into my bedroom. The best part about this game was my scent was everywhere so he couldn't track me. Victory is mine!

"Ha-ha, fool!" I mouthed, sticking out my tongue and dodging into the guest bedroom that was at the end. I "never came in here," so it was a perfect place to hide things.

"I going to find you, Pet," Mr. Lincoln chuckled as he looked in the room across from the one I was in, making me freeze stiff so he wouldn't hear my steps, holding tightly onto the bag I held.

Not yet you aren't, You Bastard!

I slid the bag through the vent, ducking into it as soon as he came into the room, "Get back here!"

"Catch me first, Man-Whore!" I mocked, kicking his chest when he grabbed my ankle, crawling away with the bag, "Too slow, Bitch!"

I looked back at his devilish grin; he was very much enjoying this chase. His pupils dilated like he was watching prey, "Come here, Kitten. I know every damn inch of this place. There are only so many hiding places and you can't run from me forever. I own your ass."

"Kiss my ass," I retorted, crawling further as I kept giggling, "Eat my dust, Fucker!"

"You only have so many places to go, especially in there, Pet," He cocked a grin, licking his teeth and biting his lip, "and I know where you'll be just by listening to the vents from downstairs."

"Challenge accepted!"

"Oh, indeed," He shut the vent as I crawled deeper into the vent as fast as I could. Luckily, it wasn't exactly my first time being in the vents, so I had a little drawn map pinned to the bag. Crawling around, I made my way carefully and quickly to the Pet Room, setting the bag on the ground and jumping at Mr. Hayes.

"Shh, I don't think I've seen him so amused before," He shushed me as he closed the vent. I held a giggle as he headed out of the room, "I'll keep him distracted for a few minutes while you get ready for him. You better work quickly, he'll check all the rooms in this area in only five to ten minutes. After that, you're on your own, Little One."

With that, he shut the door and I unzipped the bag, stripping out of my clothing and quietly dumping everything out, laying it all out.

Quickly I slipped on the black fishnets, they had a tear in the front and back regions to expose the special areas. Next, I slipped light pink thigh-high socks on, putting matching white and pink ankle cuffs around my ankles. Then I slipped one of those pink laced lingerie things that go around your waist before you clip them onto your stockings...then I realized I forgot the underwear.

Motherfucker!!

I took everything off and put the underwear on before doing the same with everything else as quickly as I could. Freezing stiff I could hear Mr. Lincoln entering one of the rooms near me, carefully slipping on the white and pink wrist cuffs, I grabbed the fluffy white cat ears by the ears, keeping the pretty little bowed bells quiet as I put them on and clipped a matching fluffy cattail to the backside of my underwear.

I looked to see if I was missing anything else, relieved to see I wasn't before shoving the bag and my clothes into the vent, quietly running over to a giant pink strawberry-colored teddy bear. It was about seven to eight feet tall and very fuzzy and soft. I looked at the clock, two or three minutes to spare as I tugged the teddy bear over to where I wanted Mr. Lincoln to spot me. Slowly, I sat in the bear's lap, placing my fake tail over me like a cat would when they sat and slipping a paper in my mouth. The paper just had a giant heart on it cause Mathis and I were too stupid to think of anything better than a cheesy pickup line.

I perked up as Mr. Lincoln stepped into the room, turning on the light. I blinked a little to adjust to the sudden light, watching him freeze in his tracks as he stared at me up and down. His smile dropped before shutting the door, making me look down as I took the paper out of my mouth and crumpled it, tossing it to the vent before crawling behind the stupid teddy bear and hiding.

Overthinking was my best quality, my teeth sinking into my lip as I tried to keep from tearing up. I felt like an idiot. I set the cat ears down, trying to get one of the cuffs off my ankle but it wouldn't detach as I fidgeted with it, muttering, "Matty, I blame you if I have to amputate my damn foot."

"I'm sure that won't be necessary, Kitten," Mr. Lincoln chortled from behind me, startling me as I looked over. This bastard held his hand up when my fist lifted to deck him when he spooked me, blocking his crotch within a blink.

He lifted the ears, placing them back onto my head as he laced his hands with mine, setting a small little box with pink ribbon into my lap, kissing my lips delicately. I perked up again, as he hid into the crook of my neck, leaving more kisses as he let my hands go. Smirking, he slipped the box from my grasp, teasing me as he held it away, "Nuu, Gimme!"

My cheeks were hotter than the Sahara at how small my voice sounded as I reached for the box, whining as I tried to get it from him.

"How badly do you want it?" He razzed, chuckling in a teasing tone as he kept it away from me. I pouted, knowing what he was doing and sitting down, waiting impatiently but behaving as he smirked, "Good Boy, now stay." Carefully, he set the box back into my lap, kissing my nose, "Wait."

"B-But--!" I mewled as he left the room again, looking from the door to the box and back again. I whined impatiently, pressing my fists to my cheeks as I stared at the box. I was mentally stabbing and beating up the box for taunting and mocking me. The stupid thing was laughing in my face.