Book 1: A New Day

As the summoning starts Diana stands slightly to the side. This was her chance to prove her use to the others. She needed to be useful, have a purpose in the pack, and being rejected as leader she he'd been lost on her own thoughts as she had tried to help out Rat food.

As the spirit emerges she steps forward, returning the spirit speech with her own, bowing her head in respect. 'Wise and powerful Mammoth, I am Diana Ashmore, of the Silver Fangs. It was not I who summon you, but you were summoned on the behalf of my pack. Garou are once more undergoing the first change, and we are among the first of the new generation. '

As she speaks she gestures to the others. ' We are... still getting used to our changes, and to one another, as with any new pack. While I have know of this since young, most of them were not even aware of the garou, the spirits, or the dangers that come with this world a few months ago. We humbly ask for your guidance and strength to watch over us and let us find our way in this world.'

Sensing that a show of solidarity might matter here, Paul steps forward to add his support. "My name is Paul Lu," the Stargazer says. "Like Diana, I am also a member of the pack seeking your guidance and strength." At least for now, he tries to forget about the fighting, the dysfunction, and the lack of direction they seem to have. Maybe if they can sort this out then they can move things forward positively.

As the spirit agree Diana gives her thanks and turns t those who a attended a mile on her face. At least she hadn't screwed up here as well. 'They will help us. I assure you. The mammoth is no teddy bear. Now if we're still insistent on 'running away'...'
The theurge will go about trying to help other get ready. Including bathing rat food if no one else jumps at the task, though clearly not thrilled.

She will however at some point try and get Mama Teetee aside to talk. If she was going to have to rely on being a Theurge to be useful, she was still going to have to take lessons and she needed to see if she could make arrangements.

When all the bullshit is over with, Patrick dips without so much as a goodbye. He has his own people to worry about. (Although he will at some point stop by the caern and have someone explain to him why his pistol is so badass. All he knows is it absolutely is.)

He puts his time into trying to figure out his mystical connection to the handgun, when he isn't providing "security" for his crew's endeavors. Not too many of the other gangs move on their turf anymore, and running has been going well. There's easy money in it, and no shortage of customers. It's also resulting in recruits starting to come to them. Patrick teaches anyone who doesn't know how to shoot all about firearms... after all, it's one of the things he's good at.

After finding the abandoned warehouse and finding it to her liking, Misha dubbed it her new home. She easily adopted to living there. Some old tarp and heavy objects and racks quickly got her a private 'room' where she piled an old mattress (found on the street) and some personal odds and ends that made her living space look like a squatter den. Which is of course exactly what it was, minus copious amounts of used needles.

Her new freedom had mellowed her out somewhat, as far as an Ahroun could anyway. She was happy at least. Improving the den was a nice way to keep herself and whoever wanted to work on it busy. She picked up her old ways of petty crime to get some income and just as quickly spent it, mostly on food, cigarettes and gas for the pack. Where she had gotten the old beaten-up rust bucket of a Chevy she wouldn't say, but it was street legal and it was hers to drive up and down town with to find roadside trash that they could use like an old couch and some chairs, as well as stuff to light a fire with to keep the cold at bay. Add in some beer and life was good. Much better than the foster homes she had finally escaped from it seemed.

There wasn't much of a plan for her beyond that. Misha clearly was more of a 'live in the moment' kind of person. If a problem popped up that needed solving she got to work on it with, often enough barking at the more passive members of the pack to get off their ass and help. She knew some of them didn't fancy living in an old warehouse and living off scraps. Sucked to be them. This sorry lot wouldn't be able to afford rent on a place that they could all fit into any time soon. Not unless they wanted to deal crack that is.

It was thus that when some little bird passed a message from Moon Shine River Walker she was less than pleased about it. She had left that old fuck and his pack behind and had thought her message that she wanted fuck-all to do with them loud and clear. So why was he calling on her now? Probably because some shit needed killing. That's how it was with those assholes. Why the fuck they thought she was at their beck and call was beyond her though.

All the thoughts went through her. Ignore the call. Wait for them to show up. Knock some fucking teeth out.... but that wouldn't fly, and she knew it. The old assholes had beat the shit out of her every time she had tried to escape their little compound. They likely still could. So she had to at least show her nose before she told them to fuck off on whatever they thought they could get her to do. Fuck if that wasn't annoying. Fucking long-ass drive too. If there was at least something worth picking up over there it might be all worth it, but nothing came to mind except maybe some firewood. Hardly worth the trip.

She stepped into her new home. She needed to let the others know where she was going. They could all see she was bristling..
"The old fuck sent a message. Wants to talk to me. Clearly he's too stupid to use a phone so I have to head over there. I'll be back by tonight. Make sure there's food left for me."

Clearly she didn't care for anyone to tag alone as she unceremoniously turned around to head to her rust bucket..

The month had clearly been a trial on Diana. A raised eyebrow and a displeased look, but the SIlver Fang didn;t vocal complain. She had to be use to the pack, and maybe in time some would realsie puting their trust in someone who wanted nothing to do with bein ga werewolf was a bad idea. Or Misha would come around. Dianas money was on the former.

While with the others she would try and spend time with anyone except ofr their Alpha and Patrick, giving the angrier pair space.. and her self space from them. She had said her piece on wolves and the pack and they hadn't wanted to listen, their opinion on her apparently turning any words into white noise, and she was sure any more attempts would just cause arguments. The others she wants to get to know, and befriend. Learn how to work better togetehr, what each other can do, how she can help.

There are days she disappears, sneaking off to Mama Tee Tee or another theurge to learn more. She comes back tired, but often with supplies if she's managed to convice someone for them, though she lies of where they come from.. Even on days she's not gone she pushes her self, time not spent with others is reading or raining. She had to prove herself useful.

Her phone is often left alone. A few text sent home here and there, telling a different story from reality. Of course she is Alpha, but she is busy with the pack so can't talk much. Enough messages to keep her uncle satisfied, but not too many the lies start to fall apart.

The day Misha walks in she is reading and old tome on rites, tryng to get her head around the rituals. If others asked where it came from she'll say from home.

' Misha wait.' She sits up as the Ahroun goes to leave. 'Perhaps I should come with you. To..[/b/b] Stop their Alpha not listening, going into a rage? She hesitates as she thinks of her words. [b]' ..I got on better with the sept than you. If I am there maybe it will be more tolerable? She speaks carefully, keeping her tone calm. Not challenging. Its clearly a request not a demand.

She was growing restless in this place, neglecting what a pack should be ding, and she was curious of what the information was. If Misha went alone she wasn't sure it would get back to them.

Misha had welcomed Diana's distance. She believed she had the Silver Fang figured out and didn't like her brown-nosing ways or superiority complex one bit. She was like the pretty bitches at school who thought they were better than the poor kids and spent their existence prettying themselves up and viciously gossiping to drive everyone outside of their little cadre into the ground..
"More tolerable? You think I like to watch you suck his dick? Fuck!"

Her eyes dropped to the book she was holding. She had a pretty good idea where Diana's contributions had come from. Up until now she didn't care. But she really hated being lied to her face about why miss honor student wanted to tag along. And she seriously doubted Diana was on her side when it came to confronting the older werewolves...
"If you like 'm so much princess, why don't you join their pack and live with them?"

If it had been at the beginning of their time together Diana would like likely have snapped back, full of fire. She had many tome to begin with whenever they butted heads.

The fire was dying however. The constant insults whenever something was suggested, the living situation, lying to her uncle, the branding of being someone to just ignore.. It ws beginning to wear her down, even though she tried not to let it show.

'Kindness and respect doesn't mean I want to..' She start but then just looks away at the floor. She shouldn't have opened her mouth. What had she expected? This was why she avoided her.

Misha next word hit even closer to home. She had considered leaving, many times. The others, except Patrick, weren't that bad, and she didn't want to leave them in this mess. Or was she deluding herself and they were happy with things the way they were.

'Because we're a pack. That means nothing to you I know, but I' m not just going to run off the second things get rough. Packs are meant to supp.... Whatever.. .its not like you actually care about anything I say right. Just white noise. She sighs and for a moment the facade breaks and it there. A look of defeat as she casts her eyes to the floor. Forget I said anything. '