Chapter 2

                               

Misty

I wake up and look over to see the Brandon isn't next to me. I sit up and stretch remembering him telling me last night that he'll have to get up early to go get the meat that will get the business up and running. 

I throw the cover off and get out of bed heading to Brice room down the hall. 

I walk over to his crib with a smile seeing him standing there waiting for me. "Good morning my little man." I lift him out of the crib, placing kisses on his chubby cheeks as he smiles at me. "Come on, let get you something to eat," I say leaving the room with him.

After feeding Brice, I get us both dressed to head downtown to the store to buy a few things.

I head into Brandon's office to get my car keys that I last left on the desk. 

As I grab the car keys, I look at the bills sitting on the desk and let out a sigh. I know Brandon is trying, but he's having a hard time adjusting to this new lifestyle. After being apart of a pack his whole life I knew it would take time to adjust, but it's been three years and he still hasn't really adjusted to living amongst the humans. 

I knew it would be more difficult for him than for me to adjust to life as rogues. He was once a rich spoiled alpha male who has never worked for anything. Everything has always been handed to him. My family had money and my father had earned our family a respectable name as a strong pack warrior, but I've always worked for the things I wanted. That was something my pack respected me for. I could've had things handed to me, but I chose to work for the things I wanted.

But Brandon now having to work for what he wants isn't the biggest problem. The biggest adjustment for him is not being apart of a pack now. Unlike Brandon, I've had many human friends. I understand the humans and their way of life. But for Brandon and most wolves, pack life and their own kind are all they know. Brandon has never actually spent time with humans or shown any interest in the human world and their way of living, so living amongst them as one of them is totally new for him.

I want him to adjust at his own pace, but sometimes it seems like he rather stays isolated for the humans. I know he doesn't mean to, but he's forcing his isolation from the humans onto me as well. 

I love that he wants to provide for me and our pup and would rather me not have to work, but that's not who I am. I want to work. I want to be out making friends who I can talk to and hang out with sometimes. I want to talk to him about these things, but I know that the guilt he's holding inside will only cause him to take things the wrong way. 

He will feel as if him having that mark is the reason that I have no friends because I had to leave them all behind. He will feel as if he's the reason we're packless and is living amongst the humans as rogues, but that's not the case. I wanted this and I'm okay with life amongst the humans as long as I can share this life with him.  

I've accepted our new life, and I know he's trying but he hasn't totally accepted things yet. He's still trying to live as a pack wolf, but that's not who we are anymore. He will have to learn to walk with the humans as one of them and live as they do. 

I'm sure he's perfectly fine with only talking and being around me, but I want for him to make friends with the humans as well. He can't live the rest of his life isolated from everyone but me and our pup.

I let out another sigh as I grab the car key and leave the house.

Once I get downtown heading to the store, I pass by a daycare Center seeing mothers taking their little ones inside. I look into the rearview mirror at Brice sitting in his car seat, realizing he hasn't been around any children his age. 

In a pack, there are always many pups Brice age and he would've had a din mother he got to go to every day for a few hours to spend time with other pups, but we're not apart of a pack. Living amongst the humans, Brice will have to attend their schooling programs.

I take a second, thinking about it, knowing Brice will need to be around kids his age. I turn the car around and drive into the parking lot of the Daycare Center and head inside with Brice, going into the front office.

"Hey, can I help you with anything?" I'm greeted by a woman with a friendly smile. She smiles and waves down at Brice as I hold on to his hand.

"I was hoping I could have a look around." I return her friendly smile, just wanting to see what this place has to offer.

"I'm Ms.Jones, I'll be happy to show you around." She gives me another friendly smile as she starts to lead the way. 

I walk next to her with Brice as she shows me around the building, listening to her as she tells me things about this place. 

She leads me into a class that's filled with small kids Brice age running around playing with toys. I release Brice's hand wanting to see how he would react to being around kids his age for the for time. I watch as he looks over at the other kids playing with the toys, but instead of going to play with the other kids and toys he turns to me and reaches up wanting me to pick him up.

"Have he attended any other daycares?" She asks seeing the way Brice reacts to the other kids.

"No," I tell her.

"It's perfectly normal for him to react this way when being in a room full of other kids for the first time." Ms.Jones smile down at Brice watching as he continues to reach up for me. 

Brice hasn't spent time with anyone but Brandon and me, and that is not healthy for a wolf pup. This can cause him to be aggressive and territorial, not wanting other kids in his space.

"Toy Truck," I say to Brice as I point to the toy truck wanting him to go over to the other kids. He spots the truck and take a hesitant step, before going over and starts to push the truck back and forth the way he does with his toy trucks at home. 

I watch the way he moves away from the other kids when they try to play with him, showing early territorial behavior, not wanting them in his space, that's not good for small pups.

I continue to watch him, feeling My wolf push forward as I watch one of the women start to interact with Brice, not trusting her with being so close to him. I push my wolf back, fighting against my instinct to get her away from him. Apart of me knows she's not going to bring any harm to my pup, but my instinct tells me to protect him from an unknown threat. Living amongst the humans I'll have to learn to trust these humans with him.

"We're always looking to take in new kids. We'll be happy to have him join us here." Ms.Jones says, standing next to me as I watch Brice closely, watching the way he's acting towards the other kids.

This will be good for him to be around kids his age. I'll have to talk to Brandon about it first and I don't think he'll be so willing to let Brice be alone with people he knows nothing about, especially humans.