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[h2]Clifford[/h2]
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Clifford had been about to walk away. To storm off like usual and try to control himself. But then, she stepped in between them. As if he was about to obliterate the jockstrap. His jaw clenched as he listened to her try to calm the neanderthal down. Of course there was also talk about that party they were having. What was that kids name again that was throwing the thing...Ryan right. He heard the name and yep Ryan's party on Saturday. He never usually went to parties...why the hell not this time. He shook his head and watched her run off to Giddeon. He felt his eyes roll and walked off. 

He looked at Timmy. [color=orange]"You're in charge."[/color] Timmy nodded, the kid seemed to be perfectly okay with this...heck he was picked first for once. Clifford stormed his way to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He splashed water on his face then gripped the sink edge. Frustration and anger vibrating though him. 

Why was he like this? Hell who wouldn't be like this. His parents died along with most of his siblings. He watched her have a family then die then his nephew grow up have a family and die. He watched his entire family tree pan out and while mot would love to see that...he hated it. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was not supposed to be watching people he had cared about grow up get old and die. He was supposed to die with them. 

He inhaled. He had never really felt the urge to make a pack. Never felt the urge to pass on this curse and even if he had the non original wolves eventually died too. He shook his head. Now however was different. Zoe had cancer. It was killing her and he was watching from the sidelines. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and paced the floor. He gave himself more time to calm down enough to deal with teenagers and opened the door. He made his way back out there and rejoined the game.