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The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Really does sound like a Teenage Drama TV Series theme song.

So. Good choice! Lol.

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Peeps probably got a bit busy. All will be well. It better be!

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Leaf-filtered light shone through the open blinds, harsh and glaring against Kaden's face while his vision of the world was black. Covered by slammed shut doors of unconsciousness. He began to stir. Scrunching his eyes, finding himself on the ground of some cold tile floor that most definitely was not the floor of his home. Hazy. Lights off. Just a dull grayness and beaming orange light. Kaden groaned from the thousand needles stabbing into his head. He rolled over to his side, bumping into another body. Covered by a blanket, his hand underneath feeling her bare skin. Her hair a tangled mess of blonde tresses. Looking messed up as he was. The lightness of sleep began to take over for a moment before he sprung up looking to the clock.

9:00 AM. Kaden stood up and frantically searched for his clothes. Throwing on a pair of beaten and torn shorts and the t-shirt he was wearing the other night. Stained with alcohol at this point. He looked around and remembered where he was. An apartment not too too far from his house. The college girl passed out on the floor. Not much time, but Kaden grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her head. Pouring a glass of water next and putting it on the table next to her while also leaving a note. He could do more, but time was not on his side. The trip to the lake was one of the few joys he could take in every year.

When he returned home, things were more or less the same. Small two bedroom home. His father was passed out on the couch with scattered beer cans everywhere. Kaden was sure he'd get a yelling or more if he woke him up. Maybe even have him do chores. He stopped bothering with telling his father what his plans were a long time ago. Kaden showered with speed. Jumping out, throwing on a new pair of shorts and a tight-fitting black t-shirt. He grabbed a bag and packed some spare clothes, soap, then he grabbed his fishing rod and some bait. A beat-up version of The Great Gatsby tossed in between two handles of liquor his father would miss, but didn't need. Whisky for the men. Tequila for the ladies. Was that it? Kaden perked up at a sudden memory. He reached into his pillow case to pull out rolling papers. A bag of weed, and another bag that he told his dad was just salt.

Now everything was covered. Bag on his back. Simple enough and a fishing rod in his hand. Luckily enough for him the school wasn't far and he had about twenty minutes to get there. Ten would be enough. Kaden strolled out the door and walked out with the sun on his face. Halfway he wished he had found some sunglasses. Maybe taken a painkiller or chugged down water. Too far now. And these were his core group of friends. The one's he had known for the most time at Red Lake. He couldn't hold them up or not make an appearance. He caught sight of the RV and walked on over. Glancing to see Ryan helping David out of the bush. Then over to the girls, Scout and Aaron. The red-eyed, lack of sleep look apparent. Scruff on his chin. Kaden was the mess of a guy who the fangirls loved straight out of a teenage drama on the CW. Sleepily he spoke.

"Mornin'."

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Will try to get a post up some point! Taking care of errands.

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

CS officially finished!

Quotes of the Day.

"Sometimes life is like this dark tunnel. You can't always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you just keep moving… You will come to a better place."

- Uncle Iroh, Avatar: The Last Airbender

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Very interesting indeed.

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Fayth Morrow

The effect of the whisky was minor. Warmth flowing through her body, though her mind was nowhere near being cleared up. Her emotions misting over her thoughts, hazing even the easiest of actions. Fay supposed this was how it was meant to be. An omega with her past had no easy decisions to make. No rest to be had. Sure, she might be able to go wild with drinks or even take drugs. But only once in a while. Fayth felt she didn't have the luxury to wallow constantly in misery like Anton was doing. Purgatory of sadness was not the destination Fay had in mind. Freedom was the one thing she ever craved.

When Anton stood up, Fay's entire body tensed up. Ready for any sudden movements. Taught to expect the worst of any situation. Even though Anton was taller than her, Fay didn't feel intimidated. There was little fear left inside of her, and the sight of a drunken Anton trying to tower over her was not even on the list. She knew Anton was once a omega, so the girl had the ability to fight. Meanwhile Fayth had been an omega in a brutal clan and she survived. Fay stood still as a stone wall. Her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white listening to Anton speak of her dead mother. She had spoken an off-hand comment about her mother being dead to Jesse once, but that was all. There was nothing else to share. Whatever these 'terrible things' Fay had said were most certainly a fabrication by Jesse.

Fay had it in mind to knock a few teeth loose from Anton's jaw, grab her hair and smack her whiny face against the wall. Violence was just tiring. And she wasn't drunk enough. Fayth remained composed. "Is that all?m mmmm"

"You're not going to frighten me. I've fought larger before. Wolves included." There was anger laced into Fay's words, the bitter kind that builds up from years of abuse and never seems to go away. Like an anchor latched onto her dragging her to the bottom of the ocean to drown, and Fay couldn't escape. Yet, intertwined with the bitterness there was an eerie calm.

"My mother's dead, and so is your friend. Nothing can be done to change that. Certainly not drowning yourself in that goddamn bar sulking around. I'm sorry you feel so lonely, Anton. You might be older than me, but I can see you. Better than you know. I don't want to fight you but if you feel the need to take a swing at me go ahead. I'll give you one free shot. If you take it, you won't get another one."

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Man, I would have expected more posts by now. Talk about sssssllllooowwwwiiiinnngggg down.