Erm what?

It has been forever since I’ve posted. Mostly because I’m busy with things and stuff, and those things and stuff keep getting in the way of my random internet wandering time.

Last night was the full moon, so we had the whole pack over (as per usual) and  rampaged through the woods like the wild, ungodly, raving lunatic werewolves we all are.

I was wandering to our clearing with Scooter, who was telling me all about how last night’s full moon was actually the smallest full moon of the year, because the moon is the furthest away from the earth. He was telling me all this astronomical, science-y sounding stuff, and most of it was just flying over my head.

I am NOT a science-y/ astronomical kind of a person.

So I had to ask… “HOW do you know all this stuff?”

And he was all *casual gangly boy-shrug* “I dunno. The internet.”

So I mull this over for a minute, and ask whats really on everyone’s mind: “So, if you’re actually super smart, why did you not guess that skateboarding down a ramp to land in an empty concrete pool would end in broken bones and pain?”

Scooter just kind of shrugged and said “We saw it on YouTube. I figured there was a high chance it would go badly, but we’re shapeshifters. Doing the impossible is kind of our thing.”

Whatever.

I still think they’re all a bit retarded.

Shifting was a bit tense this month, because of the Marina and Colt situation. They’re both at the bottom of the Pack hierarchy at the moment, and they copped a fair bit of growling and aggressive behaviour. And Marina’s Mum went MENTAL at her. They’re both gorgeous part Pacific Islander ladies, and when her Mum gets angry? She get’s LOUD. Capital L. O. U.D.

I was kind of expecting some sort of challenge from Becca, and I think Ran was too, because he pretty much stuck himself to my side, and put his scary Alpha face on for the whole night. I think we both managed to intimidate the crap out of everyone there, because instead of being inundated by 50 people at once (as per usual) and having everyone coming to say hello, they kind of all flashed their throats from a distance, and kept the greetings formal.

(Just on that? Since when did people start calling me Ma’am? I don’t like it. It makes me feel old. I’m not even 30 yet. I’m YEARS – plural – off being 30.)

(Also? I don’t like the new trend of calling us Alpha. I think they caught on to it via Tibba, who does it occasionally when she’s feeling formal, because that’s what the lions all do.)

(If they wanted a formal name for me they could start calling me Ayla, Queen Awesome.)

(I’m totally going to put that in an email update to everyone.)

Anyways, Ran and I head off to shift in private. At one point he’s all naked (drool) and I’m all “Dude we are not built for the cold. Your nipples are harder than diamonds.”

(Yeah alright, so I was copping a feel. He was NAKED. He was practically inviting me to rub myself all over his chest.)

And Ran was all. “Speak for yourself Calamity Jane.”

Then he stopped talking because he was shifting, which annoyed me, because: “Jane? What the hell? My name is Ayla. AYYYYLLLLAAA.”

By that point all he could do was roll his eyes at me and tug at the waistband of my jeans with his teeth. (Ran’s version of ‘stop talking and hurry the hell up with the shifting’.)

Anyway, when I got back this morning I googled Calamity Jane, and I found this:

To be honest?? I’m still not sure I’m talking to him.

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