The Truth

Chapter Three

I watched the small TV on the stand in the living room. My heart dropped just a little. This is why he didn't text, he didn't make it home. I glance at the flowers on the table. So much for looking forward to more. The news anchor announces it was an accident. There where tracks on the side of the road indicating a large dog had been there, the marks on the road showed he had served to avoid hitting it only to hit a tree. They guessed he got out of the car and tried to make it to a phone. Wait, that didn't make sense, he had a phone. He put it on vibrate while we where at dinner. The police came on then saying it was clear it was a simple accident and people should take more care driving home around those curves. The nature reserve being so close.

Large dog tracks...yea right. I had a guess but I can't prove it. Unfortunately unless you can prove someone showed themselves to a human without meaning to turn them nothing will be done. A human is dead; the pack is safe, that's all they would care about. Not that Robert had left behind a couple of nieces and a younger sister, who depended on him in times of need. I shook my head in disgust.

There was a clear knock at my door. I knew who it was before I answered it. My mother stood in the doorway, she looked like a model for trailer park trash clothing. Skimpy Holter top, I'm not even sure if you could call that thing a skirt, high heeled pumps. She was allowed to breed with someone new on my 3rd birthday. Females who can produce babies are rare, so men lined up. They killed my father first, they didn't have to but some of the younger ones forget themselves. She claims the pumps make the males want her, something about her legs being in the position to run which makes their wolves want to hunt. "Yes mother?" I answer standing in the doorway. She looks taken aback as if I had slapped her "Is that any way to speak to your mother?! I've come to make sure you ware something appropriate to the pack meeting" I give her a smile and point at a unicorn t-shirt, the unicorn is smiling, but a speach buble says f**k Off. She glares at it and heads to my room. I sigh, it's not like I will attack her and make her leave. She is after all my mother, though that is in the loosest term possible. Human mother's don't try and w***e their child out at 16. I fallow her into my room quickly. "You need to ware something to help you find a mate! The girls are talking, saying your going rouge." I grit my teeth "Just because I'm not interested in any of the guys doesn't mean I'm going rouge mother." My voice is barly holding back the frustration. "Girls your age should have mated by now you realize that right? Can't you at least TRY?" I glare daggers at her. "I am trying mother, I'm trying to live a normal happy life. See how that works?" She makes a tutting noise "Normal..who wants to be normal? At least pretend to be interested in one tonight? Go out on a date? The pack will stop it's talking." She starts gibbering about stupid things, wanting grandchildren like that's easy to do. How my wardrobe isn't fit for attracting a mate, well good. She's going on and on about tonight's meeting like it's some kind of party where everyone will have a grand old time. She pulls out a crop top and a skirt, a pair of heels. I shove the skirt back into the closet, and throw the heels in unceremoniously. That earns me yet another glare. "what's wrong with the skirt and heels?! I have on a skirt and heels!" I laugh but not like it's funny. "If I wanted mosquitoes biting my ass I'd walk naked through the woods. Or would you rather I bring bug spray? I'm sure the smell of that will cover up a lot of the idiots sents who don't shower. As for the heels, mother, I'd fall flat on my face" She glares before pulling out a paire of flat sandles and a clean pare of jen shorts. I allow it, though I would have loved my unicorn shirt. I'm not jokeing about the idiots who don't shower either, they think their sweat might help them get a mate. Gag me with silver first please! She sarts making small talk and trys to slip in I need my makeup done. I rase my eyebrow at this, there's no point to make up to be honest. It's not like it transfers over to wolf form. Thank the Goddess for that. Could you imagine a big black wolf with bright red lipstick and blue eyeshadow? I think my mother would look rediculious with it on too. I push her out of the house insisting I need a shower and time to change. I pull the leftover Chinese food out of the refrigerator and feel a bit of sarrow as I think about it. Not 24 hours ago we where huddled in the restaurant booth, I wonder who would sit there next. Would the owners know he wouldn't be back? Maybe they would rope it off for a week or so out of respect? I doubt it. The food heats up nicely and I stick a movie in. Gone With The Wind, Rett Butter comes on. My first big crush and quite honestly still my only crush. Scarlett O'Hara always seemed like a i***t to me. I munch down my food and relax back on the sofa as I watch the movie. Skipping the meeting seemed like a good idea, but that would only inforce the going roge rumor mill. Last thing I wanted was to be cast out. Roges where thrown out of pack areas, they aren't allowed to settle down. Most stay in wolf form and loose themselves completely. I click off the movie resolving to finish it later, and go for the shower with a sigh. Washing my hair takes time, more time than I like. Brushing it takes even longer, I start to consider a hair cut, but I manage to pull it up into a neat poney tail, pitting a clip in for some kind of decoration. I put the cloths on my mother picked out. I glare at the make-up my mother left. I grab some lip gloss, put on a little eye liner and turn away. It's expected to dress up, I don't like it but still. I hesitated on my way out the door.

The unicorn shirt was still laying on the back of the sofa. I smile, grab it, and put it on over the crop top before heading to the car.

The ride to the nature reserve takes a bit longer than normal for me. I look over the sroundings carefuly, finding the spot where his car hit. It's been hours but maybe I will recognize the sent. I see the tree, the bark that was yanked away, his tire marks. I pull over and get out looking over the seen. If I had been here 5 hours ago the cops would have asked what was going on, now it's been cleaned up, his car removed, he was removed soon after whoever it was found the accident. I'm gessing of course, but I doubt they would have left him there to long. Would they know he had Chinese food? Would they guess he was on a date? Would they call? Glass is shattered in the grass, little cubes, not like when you break a wine glass at home. It's safety glass. There's the smell of pack there but who? With so many pack members going through to get to the meeting there's no telling which one. The humans all but covered the sent with their foal smelling oders of being outside for hours. It was pack, I can ask the new alpha for help finding out who did it. It would be up to him if he decided to care. I got back in my car and continued the drive, turning onto the dirt road just off the main Street heading down for about two miles before turning into the Park Ranger parking lot. As you can guess, one of the pack is the head Park Ranger. He keeps the area clear on pack meeting nights. I get out of my car and head into the woods. This should be an interesting night.