::CHAPTER 2::

The chirping of the birds woke me up as usual. That was the thing about living in the forest. There was never any need for alarm clocks. Rubbing my eyes, I turned to see that Richie had not gone home like he’d said he would. While waiting for me to sleep, he had fallen asleep too. Giggling quietly as he snored away, I slipped out of the small bed and went to go brush my teeth.

Showering and picking out my own clothes, I went outside for breakfast. Aunty had some bacon frying in the pan and cookies in the oven. It went without saying that the aroma in the kitchen was amazing.

Aroma. I’d learnt that word – and a bazillion others – studying the dictionary; something Richie teased me for without end. He said it was the kind of hobby people had when they wanted to get beaten up.

I sat at the table with my legs swinging below.  My bacon and cheese sandwich was clutched in my hands and my cheeks puffed out with food and peppermint tea. Every now and then I threw a glance at the oven window. The melting chocolate chips refused to be ignored.

Just as I had finished breakfast, Uncle came into the kitchen. He gave Aunty a peck on the lips before settling to his morning paper.

“Uncle?” I tugged on the hem of his shirt.

“Yes Danyel?” he peered at me over his glasses. A deep scar was set above his eye from his last Change.

“Why do you kiss Aunty on her mouth?” I asked. Packmates always did it but I didn’t know why.

His gaze grew curious and he glanced at his wife who was hiding her own smile. “I…well I suppose it’s because I love her,” he replied finally, “She’s my mate. I want to show her how much I love her so I give her a little kiss every now and then.” He chuckled at my expression and went back to the newspaper. I moved his hand and swiped the Kids’ Section before going back to my room.

Richie was still asleep so I crept over to my desk, making sure not to make the floorboards squeak. He didn’t take well to being woken up. I read the comics, did the puzzles and checked my Horoscope. The Sudoku was easy for me lately. Aunty said I was getting more intelligent by the day and I couldn’t deny that. My vocabulary was better than lots of the human kids in my class and I was the best at English and Science. I might not like school and I probably gave the most trouble but that didn’t mean I wasn’t good at it.

 I put away my crayons after coloring the picture of the roaring lion. After I ripped out the picture and named the lion, I stuck it on my wall with the dozens of others colorings.

A soft groan made me turn around. Richie was sitting up in my bed rubbing his head. “Shit, I fell asleep,” he mumbled to himself. I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him.

“Watch your mouth. Aunty would freak if she heard you.”

“Well she’s not around, is she?” he returned.

“No, but I am.”

“Are you going to tell her?” he grinned with a wicked glint in his eye, “Huh? You gonna snitch on me?”

He grabbed me and tickled my sides. I squealed in a high pitched voice. “You sounded just like a girl,” he teased letting go. I stuck out my tongue at him.

His hair was all over the place and his eyes were bleary. It was not a pretty sight. Richard Crowley was no sight to behold in the morning. He rolled off the bed and fell to the floor. Rising up slowly he yawned, smacked his lips and trudged across the hall to the bathroom. Richie was what he called an ‘afternoon person’. He said that mornings were for sleeping, drooling and snoring.

When he came back into the bedroom, his face was wet with cold water and he held a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. Obviously he’d made a trip downstairs before coming back. This was always a good sign. The boy lived for morning chocolate milk. Once that cup was in his hand and steaming with hot milk and Dopson’s Chocolate Syrup then it was safe to talk to him.

I started making my bed and fluffing my pillows. While smoothening out the sheets, I froze. Something felt off. There was some serious tension in the air that I hadn’t picked up on before. I peeped at Riche and saw a guilty expression. His eyes fell into his cup the moment I caught him. He’s hiding something. “What’s the matter?” I asked and went back to getting my bed in order. I fixed my stuffed dinosaur on the pillow and waited.

“Umm. So I know we planned to spend the last day of the holidays together, but I kind of told Eliza that I would go with her to pick out a new skateboard. We’re going down to the park after that. I’d ask you to come too, but I know how you – er – feel about her. I don’t expect you to want to come along,” he said.

I stopped. ‘How I feel about her’ was one really really nice way for him to say I hope she steps off a pavement and gets hit by a speeding bus and a donkey cart. Hell no do I want to spend all day with that heifer. You know that and I know that. But why on earth would you rather shop for skateboards instead of hanging out with ferociously cool, man-eating lions and tigers. And me. What is wrong with you?

“We were supposed to go to the zoo today,” I turned around to face him, “You promised.”

“I’m sorry, Nye. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I really did forget about this. I promised her last week. Before I promised you.”

“Oh…”

“Come on, don’t be mad,” he frowned, “I really am sorry.”

“You made her a promise,” I shrugged, “and you made it before you promised me. It’s okay. I get it.”

“No it’s not okay. I know you. When you start getting all distant and understanding like that, something’s bothering you,” he said, “I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You don’t have to. Go ahead. Have fun,” I put a smile on my face.

I climbed onto my bed and pulled Huckleberry Finn from the shelf built into my wall. Although I saw the words, my mind didn’t. My eyes swept from side to side but I couldn’t tell you what I’d just read. I wasn’t really concentrating on the story. He stood beside the bed and I pretended he wasn’t there. “Nye,” he said. I didn’t look at him. “Nye?” he called waving a hand in front of my eyes. Still I pretended he wasn’t there.

He closed the book and placed it out of my reach. Richie was one of those people who couldn’t stand to be ignored. I propped my hands behind my head and still didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” he repeated it over and over and still I ignored him.

He grabbed my chin and turned my head to look at him, “I can’t go if I know that you’re mad at me. Forgive me?” His eyes were pleading with me. I can’t believe he used the eyes. This is just low. He knew I could never stay mad at him when he did that. The man was impossible to hate when he used the make-Danyel-guilty eyes. Fine. I would forgive him. It was that Richie-hogging-heifer that I’d never let off.

“Please?”

“Okay okay. Have a bit of dignity man,” I grumbled and knelt down so that I could sit back on my heels, “I’d have to forgive you eventually, stupid head. Not like I have a lot of other friends just waiting to replace you…unless we count Kevin.”

“No one’s counting Kevin. No one ever counts Kevin. And you probably have more friends than I do, sad to say.”

“I do? Wow. You’re quite the loser then, huh?” I blinked up at him.

“I’m not a—.”

“You practically put the ‘oser’ in loser.”

“I am not taking this from an eight year old.”

“Hell, you probably invented this,” I said putting my finger and thumb in the shape of an L on my forehead.

“Shut up you little mini-douche,” he laughed. Grabbing hold of my shoulder and he touched his forehead to mine, “No more pouting and no more sulking. I want a happy kid when I get back. I’ll see you later and we’ll hang out then, okay?”

“Sure,” I replied feeling his hand drop from my shoulder and onto the pillow, “No sulking or pouting.” He flashed me a grin. As he motioned to get up and move away, I leaned in and pressed a kiss on his lips just like my uncle had this morning. Soft and short.

I reopened my eyes and frowned. He looked shocked and not in a good way. Not happy and smiley like Aunty had been. I saw his eyes dart to the bedroom door as if someone would come in at any moment. I was about to ask what was wrong but he cut across me.

“What are you doing?”

“I kissed you,” I replied as though it was obvious…which it was. There was a reason why I called him a stupid head, “Why are we whispering?”

“You can’t kiss me, Danyel. I’m a boy,” he said and then added more to himself, “Not even getting into the fact that I’m way older than you.” He ran a hand through his hair somehow making it stick up even more.

“Why does it matter if you’re a boy…or older than me?”

“Because it’s wrong.”

“But Uncle says it’s how people show love,” I murmured and crawled back to the corner of my bed, “How can it be wrong?”

“I  – you – because he…I don’t think you understood what he meant,” he sighed, “Just don’t do it again.”

“Why not? Don’t you love me too?” I asked.

“What? No. I mean yes, of course I do. But not the way your uncle and aunt love each other,” he said, “their feelings are more…um…”

“Why can’t I show you then?” I ignored his babbling, “How come it’s wrong?”

“I can only kiss girls like that. You can kiss my cheek if you like but nothing more.”

I stared up at him, confused. Uncle said that’s how you show love. Friends do it all the time in the Pack no matter what age. Boys and boys, girls and girls, boys and girls. What’s his problem? We were supposed to be best friends. I didn’t get what I did wrong. I scratched at my head.

“It’s okay. No worries. It was a mistake.”

“No it wasn’t. I meant to do it,” I scowled, “Stop making it sound bad.”

“Okay, alright. Don’t get upset over it. Jeez kid. Haven’t you had the talk yet,” he shook his head.

“Talk? About not peeing in the house plants? I don’t do that anymore.”

“I didn’t mean…never mind. I didn’t expect a kid – a boy – to kiss me like that. You of all people.”

“Like what?”

“Like it wasn’t the first time,” he mumbled. Suddenly he stopped, his eyes shut and he did a facepalm, “Crap. You took my first ki—.”

“Danyel, are you ready to go over to Mrs. Rochester with me?” Aunty popped her head into the room and Richie put more space between us. He was turning red around the ears and cheeks, guilt scrawled on his face. I didn’t pay him any attention. I swear he is the oddest thing I ever knew.

“Mrs. Rochester? I don’t like her. She smells like farms and she’s always pinching my cheeks too hard,” I hopped onto the floor complaining, “She’s horrible.”

“She is not.”

“She is too,” I stomped my foot, “I don’t wanna go.”

“Well I can’t leave you here alone. Richard is going out with his friend and your uncle is going to work soon,” she said, “Get your shoes ready and I’ll take you over.”

“But I don’t want to go! I want to stay with him.”

“Richard’s not going to be here!” she snapped, “Now put your shoes on your feet and get your backside in the car before I really get mad.”

My cheeks puffed out.

“Danyel Maynard, I swear to God. If you throw a tantrum, it’s you and me.”

I boiled down, remembering the last time she said that. I couldn’t sit down for days. I scowled as she left and then shot a glare at Richie. “You suck,” I grumbled. He laughed at me with his head thrown back. “I hope you choke on a rock,” I stuffed my feet into my favorite superhero themed wheelie sneakers.

Everyone left the house at about the same time. Uncle hurried off in his car and Aunty hopped into the spare. Eliza was at Richie’s house waiting on him. I peered out of the window. I can’t believe I’m missing the zoo for Mrs. Rochester. Eliza’s titters wafted all the way over to us.  I hear she’s allergic to nuts. Maybe a bit of crushed peanuts in her lunch and she’ll be out of my hair. Shaking my head, I cleared the thought. That was wrong. It would be convenient if she was around during the Change though. Hundreds of the Chosen shifting into wolf form out in the open at one time. A grin slid onto my face. I really shouldn’t think like that, but the girl brought out the worst in me.

Aunty insisted that I was jealous because I thought ‘she was taking my best friend away from me’. Ridiculous old woman. I wasn’t jealous. I just hated her for being around him when he’s clearly my friend. The drive wasn’t too long. It was barely twenty minutes before the car stopped and I walked out to see Mrs. Rochester standing outside holding a rabbit. Cashews. I’m going to get a bag of cashews for the heifer.

The two women hugged and exchanged quick gossip before Mrs. Rochester turned to me. “Oh Danyel! I haven’t seen you in ages!” It’s been three months. “You must have grown a whole five inches since I last saw you,” she squealed and pinched my cheeks the hardest yet, “You’re so cute. You look just like your daddy when he was your age.”

You knew my dad when he was my age? How old exactly was this woman? Did they allow folks to get that old these days? I rubbed my pink cheeks and followed them inside. The house smelt like a farm, just as expected. I wrinkled my nose. The rabbit squirmed when I got near but I didn’t mind. I didn’t like house animals anyways.

“Danyel Maynard,” a soft voice said, “Surprise surprise.”

“Orion?” I turned to see the son of the Alpha sitting on a turtle infested couch, “What are you doing here?”

“This is my great grandmother’s house so I should be asking you that,” he smiled.

“My Aunt didn’t want to leave me home alone so she made me tag along,” I said.

“Why didn’t she get a babysitter?” he asked.

“Richie had to go out,” I frowned, “with his friend. And I hate other babysitters.”

“Shocking. You and Richard are usually never apart…except at school,” he said, “He goes to one of those all-human schools in town, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, “You know, I’m human just like him.”

I thought I should point it out. He was being friendly; talking to me as though he didn’t know I was human. As though he, possible future Alpha of the Chosen, should make friends with me. Like I was a Packmate. He didn’t seem to know that he was supposed to tease me and pick on me like the others did.

“I know that. Your father didn’t have the cell mutation?” Orion asked.

“No. At least I don’t think so. I’m not sure. Why does my father matter?

“Didn’t you do History? Biology?” he asked and then rolled his eyes, “Oh right. I keep forgetting that you’re not in my year.”

“I’m going into a new year this term.”

“Don’t be so defensive. Well you’ll be doing History and they’ll tell you that the power to pass on the mutation lives in those with both X and Y chromosomes. If your father doesn’t have it then you won’t.”

“I’m normal. I wish I wasn’t.”

“Don’t. It’s not a nice feeling to share your mind, body and feelings with an animal who doesn’t want to be controlled. It’s tiring,” he said, “I bet your aunt is happy that you didn’t get it.”

“She is,” I nodded.

“She would have told you if she thought you were infected right?”

“Of course.”

“Interesting.”

“What is?” I asked.

“I always used to think that you were one of us. You don’t talk like a human eight year old. They’re kind of idiots if you ask me. A bit on the slow side, you know? Gives us kids a bad name.”

“Well I am human and us humans don’t like being insulted. I should be at the zoo with Richie, not putting up with this.”

“You talk about him a lot,” Orion commented and put down a book that said Physics Basics for the Chosen: Level 5.

“We’re best friends.”

“So what’s going to happen when he goes to college? When he leaves you behind for four years,” Orion sat on the tattered couch looking very out of place with his clean, pressed clothes and perfect hair.

“Richie will come back. He won’t leave for long. He’ll visit me.”

“He’ll be a grown man, Danyel. He’ll probably be thinking of a career and a house and a wife. He won’t have time for his babysitting charge,” he rolled his eyes, “Be realistic.”

I stared at Orion for a long while. It wasn’t a pleased stare. I’d never had a full conversation with the boy but now I was starting to really not like him. “Quick question. Why do you care about me and Richie? We have nothing to do with you.” He opened his mouth to respond, but my back was already turned as I walked away and left the room.

I covered my nose and mouth the moment I crossed the threshold. Inside the kitchen were even more animals. Turtles, rabbits, a dog, hamsters. Spinning on my heel, I went back to the living room. “That is unsanitary!” I pointed at the doorway, “She can’t have pets in there. It’s a kitchen for Pete’s sake!” Orion laughed at me. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” he grinned, “Your reaction was priceless.”

“Glad that I could entertain you,” I grumbled, “but that kitchen is disgusting. It smells like a horse’s a—.”

“Hi Gran,” Orion said quickly as the little old lady walked in.

“Hello boys. Are you playing nice?”

“Sure,” we chorused.

“Ri-Ri, why don’t you show Danyel your toys?” she suggested.

“Gran! Don’t call me that in front of other people,” he blushed covering his face.

“Oh I’m sure he won’t mind. Do you, Danyel? It’s what he used to call himself when he was a baby you know. Ri-Ri. It was so cute,” she beamed, “Once, when he was two he took off his clothes and—.”

“Okay! I’ll take him. Come see the stupid toys,” Orion dragged me out of the living room and shoved me into his room before his grandmother could say anything else. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it as if trying to keep something evil from pushing it open.

I stood at the center of the room holding back a grin. This was too good. He was the son of the Alpha, probably the second in line, the most popular boy in the village and the school. And yet, Orion White’s granny called him Ri-Ri. “Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you,” he growled as a lock of blonde hair fell into his eyes. This was the way things were meant to be. Him threatening to beat me up.

“Oh I would if I could. But I can’t help it, Ri-Ri. It’s like it’s stuck there,” I laughed.

“It’s not funny,” he snapped, “If you tell anyone about that…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Don’t get your jockeys in a twist. But out of curiosity, what did you do after you took off all of your clothes when you were two?” I sniggered.

“I am not having this discussion with you,” he said, “Not now, not ever.”

“Alright. I’m sure I could just ask your grandma before I leave,” I told him.

“I’ll hurt you. I swear I will.”

“Sorry…Ri-Ri,” I burst out laughing again.

Before I could react, he dove on top of me and we became a ball of flailing hands and feet. Not long after came his yelling and my laughing as I sang ‘Ri-Ri’ over and over while we wrestled on the floor. Popular people didn’t seem to like being reminded that even they had embarrassing stories that their grandparents knew about.

“Orion! Danyel!” Aunty exclaimed at the door, “What’s gotten into you two!”

“Nothing,” we lied.

Orion had one fist held up and ready to punch me while a second fist held the scruff of my shirt. I had both hands wrapped around his neck as I lay flat on the floor. “Ri-Ri get off of him,” his grandmother scolded, “I don’t know what you were thinking. Behaving like a pair of savages.”

Orion grumbled under his breath but he got off of me anyway. I stood up and brushed off my pants. We were put into separate rooms for the rest of the day. It didn’t take long for me to regret it. It was boring being here on my own. When Aunty came to take me home I was only too happy to go.

“See you at school tomorrow,” I nodded at Orion before I left.

“Sure.” I could tell from his tone that he doubted it.

Orion and I weren’t friends. These past two days were the most attention he’d ever paid to me and probably ever planned to pay me. I’d be a liar if I said he’d purposely glanced in my direction once in the school walls. Orion was a year above mine. We wouldn’t be hanging out with each other at all. Even more so, it was a new school year. I was going into my forth year and he was going into fifth which meant that he’d be in the Middle School while I stayed in the Lower School. This is where getting ignored by the upper school classes got serious. And even if we got past that, he was one of the Chosen and I was human. We didn’t mix on principle.

Orion’s father was not the head of the village but he was the Alpha of the Chosen. He had control over everyone who could turn wolf which was almost everyone. The Alpha’s loyalty was to his family and his Pack. He didn’t have to pretend to care about the humans and he didn’t. I couldn’t tell if Orion had inherited those feelings yet.

 Aunty and I left the house and climbed into the car. It was a fairly short ride home. The village was not very big.

Before the Chosen came along, everyone in Rondesdale lived in the town and the forest was kept for the animals. When things changed, the Chosen took their families and moved into the forest. They made a clearing and settled there. The forest itself was a boundary line to separate both races of man.

As we pulled up the drive I stuck my head out the window. I spotted dessert. Sitting on the front step, was Richie eating an ice-cream cone. “Richie!” I yelled and ran over to him with open arms. He caught me awkwardly and tried not to drop his cone.

“Hey, kid,” he grinned, “You been good?” I gave him my best grin. “That’s my boy.” He let me have the rest of his chocolate ice-cream waffle cone.

“You are a dirty little liar,” Aunty came up the steps, “He got into a fight with Orion White of all people.”

“Since when do you start fights, Nye?” he asked.

“He dove on top of me,” I protested, “I was protecting myself.”

“He started it?” Richie asked, “I can’t see Orion getting himself into a fight.”

“Okay so I was sort of teasing him a bit but I didn’t hit him or anything like that,” I said.

“You’re incapable of staying out of trouble, aren’t you?” he sighed.

“Only most of the time,” I beamed.

He rolled his eyes and we went inside to watch some TV. My uncle came home a few hours later and aunty didn’t hesitate to tell him about my little scuffle.

“That’s m’boy,” uncle grinned, “Did you get any good ones in there? You give him the ol’ one-two?”

“Aunty came too early,” I shrugged.

“Oh well. Next time,” he said.

“Bert! Don’t encourage the boy to fight,” she scolded him.

“Oh come on. He needs to man up at some point,” he said and began taking out a plate of food to take to the porch, “I fought all the time as a kid. It’s healthy. Builds character even. Boys nowadays are too soft. Talking it out and whatever. In my time if a kid stepped out of line, you knock the good sense back into him so that he knows to never disrespect you again. Show him who’s boss. Good for you, Danny.”

“Men,” Aunty grumbled.

She took out three plates of food and juice and put at the table for us while she went to go eat with uncle outside.

“So your aunt and uncle are going to the movies tonight,” Richie grinned.

“Does that mean…”

“Yep. I’m babysitting,” he nodded.

“Yay!” I pumped my fist in the air.

As soon as I finished eating I took a shower. The smell of Mrs. Rochester’s house was ridiculous. It stuck to me no matter how long I stayed in the shower.

“What the hell are you doing in there?” Richie called from the other side of the curtain a while into my shower.

“Bathing of course. Mrs. Rochester’s house stinks and its stink is all over me,” I complained.

“You are so particular about smells,” he said and I could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

“Speaking of which you stink of Eliza. Go shower when I’m done. I don’t need you ruining my room.”

The shower curtain opened suddenly. “Hey! Privacy!” I turned around quickly and covered my behind.

“Okay one, I’ve bathed you tons of times when you were younger so get a grip over yourself. Two, there’s nothing that you have that I don’t and, in fact, I can guarantee that I have more of what you have. And three, I’m a boy babysitter not a girl babysitter. I don’t give a damn about your goodies.”

He ran a rag under the hot water and put some of his shower gel onto it. He slept over here so much that he usually left some of his stuff in the house. It was kind of unhealthy for him to be away from home so much but I wasn’t going to tell him to stop. Who wouldn’t want their best friend rooming with them?

As he began to scrub every inch of me I asked, “Why do you like to be here so much?”

“Other than getting to hang out with you and the fact that your aunt’s cooking is to die for? I guess my house is kind of lonely. I mean I have no siblings and my neurotic parents are glued to the computer all day with their little online jobs.”

“What about friends? Do you really have no friends at your human school?” I asked.

“I have a few. But a lot of people don’t like the idea of me living with the Chosen. People in town scorn what they don’t understand.”

“It would be nice to go to a human school,” I raised an arm for him to scrub, “With kids like me. You know without having to take their crap.”

“I know what you mean,” he nodded, “Okay go wash off. If there’s any trace of Mrs. Rochester’s house on you, the air in her place is toxic.”

I thanked him and closed the curtain before washing off. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I smelt like him. It was nice. “I like your shower gel,” I sighed, “I want one just like it.” He just laughed and took me downstairs to hug my aunt and uncle goodbye. The pair held hands and blew me kisses before hopping into the car. They didn’t bother to tell Richie where everything was. He knew well enough.

As they disappeared around a corner, we shared a grin and dashed inside and locked the door. “S’mores!” I hopped up and down. Richie nodded and we raided the kitchen for whipped cream, graham crackers, chocolate and marshmellows. He got a fire going in the fireplace and pulled out the metal bars we always used. I stuck one marshmellow on the end of mine and put it closer to the fireplace. He did the same with his.

“When are you going to college?” I asked suddenly.

“College? Not for a long time. In maybe five or six years. Why?” he turned me.

“No reason. I was just wondering. Five or six years isn’t very long.”

“True,” he nodded and then turned to me, “Are you sure there’s no reason?”

“Orion asked me today what I’ll do when you go away to college,” I sulked, “I don’t want you to go.”

“In five or six years, you’ll be my age. Don’t worry. You won’t need a babysitter anymore and you probably will be too busy with your friends and girlfriends to even think about me.”

“No I won’t. You’re my best friend. I’m not going to forget about you just because I’m older.”

“You say that now, but you’ll see in time,” he smiled and put his roasted marshmellow on the cracker and put the chocolate on top.

I frowned at him for even suggesting it. I was not going to forget about him.

He allowed me to eat four smores and a full glass of milk before putting me to bed. “Richie,” I yawned, “I’m so sleepy.” I could barely keep my eyes open. He pulled the covers up to my chin and leaned over.

“That’s ’cause you’ve been up all day and didn’t have your nap,” he whispered as if it were a big secret, “You big ol’ baby.”

“Way to rub it in my face.”

“You and Orion White were too busy fighting for you to go take a nap, huh?”

“Orion is a pain. I don’t even know why he’s bothering to talk to me. We’re not in the same year,” I yawned again and Richie mimicked me.

“Your yawning is contagious,” he chuckled, “Go to sleep, pup. You have your first day back at school tomorrow.”

“Joy.”

“Night night.”

“Good night,” I murmured and, like earlier, I placed a barely-kiss on his mouth before turning around and curling under my covers. Ignoring his shock, I closed my eyes and pretended not to hear him when he tried to get me to listen to his complaining.

I’m too tired. I don’t have the time to listen to him whine about how to show love. No wonder he’s single and practically friendless. The poor thing has no idea how to show he cares.

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There's a picture of young Danyel to the side. Oh I really adore these three (Nye, Richie & Ri-Ri). Don't think too much of the kiss. Nye is only mimicing what he's seeing in the Pack. That's how the wolves show that they care and that's how he interprets a kiss. I know some of you might freak out a little considering his age. 

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