Squeak, Squeak {Jamie}

[JAMES KENNEDY]

Honestly, Jamie would be okay with Amy knowing because he did trust Amy and they were very close. The manner in which she was being told was pretty shitty because no, Liam hadn't given Jamie a choice in the matter and hadn't even told him that Amy would be coming over, but the end result was that it was done and Jamie did prefer Amy being aware of it. It meant he didn't have to lie to her, and he would have hated that much more than sharing his secret with her. She was already proving that she was helpful to him by getting Liam to relax over the rabbit and sending Jamie off to go eat it on his own. See? Amy was awesome.

For the time being, however, Amy's level of awesome and even Liam's presence had been forgotten. Jamie had the scent of the female wolf in his nose past the delicious smell of the rabbit in his jaws, and she'd taken flight through the trees. Naturally, he followed, stretching out his long legs in a much more satisfying 'hunt' than the bunny had been, even if the end of this chase would be much different. He'd been antsy for two days and hadn't done nearly enough running, so the thrill of the running and hunting was both wanted and desperately needed. He was on her tail and closing in when she twisted around to pounce at him, which did manage to surprise him, but he took it gracefully.

Dropping the bunny while she tackled him and they rolled across the dirt into the brush, he growled a little and tried to twist around to gain his footing again, though nothing about his body language or the growls and barks that went along with it spoke of a threat. He might have been a little miffed by the aggressive maneuver, but the licking at his muzzle was enough to placate that, and despite all that, he'd missed her. He hadn't even remembered her to know that he was missing her, but he had and it was awesome to see her again, so he had no problem pouncing her right back with a happy bark and a few licks on her face. Once the initial tackling and then the licking at his muzzle had been done, the playing could commence, and he was all about it. He didn't even take notice of the approaching human at first, not until the man's sounds of distress became loud enough to draw his attention, and then he glanced up from where he'd pinned the female wolf and had been nibbling and licking at her ears and throat (trust, man, he wouldn't bite down) to stare the human down with his amber eyes.

The man was...shifting? Whaaaaat?

Jamie continued to stare, though he backed off of the female so that she could get up, sitting patiently and watching the shift as it finished and there was an awkward, lanky white wolf stuck in the human's clothes, whining at them in a plea for help. Jamie gave a snort, all kinds of amused by that, and approached carefully, sniffing at the white wolf's face curiously before he would get anywhere near the clothing he was tangled in. There was a second of hesitation, given to the white wolf in case it wanted to get aggressive, and then Jamie leaned in and clamped his jaws on the white wolf's neck. He didn't bite down, just held the other wolf there where he could feel its pulse in his mouth, making the point clear from the start; Jamie was boss, period.

Only after that was done without any fight and freaking out from the white wolf did Jamie release his surprisingly gentle hold to take a more firm grip on the shirt to tug it over the newcomer's head. That's how shirts came off, so he figured it made sense, as long as the white wolf didn't flip out over having it on his head for a moment, and that didn't even really matter, since it would only last a moment. Jamie had this under control.

[RAMONA CASSIDY]

For the moment, Mona didn't give a fuck about anything. She didn't care about the fact that Jamie hadn't showed last night, or the fact that apparently she had missed him. Hell, she didn't even care about his blabber-mouthed friend. Because at this very moment, Mona was actually having fun with her friend. Or Alpha. Or Werewolf-With-Benefits. Whatever the hell he was, she was having a great fucking time playing with him. Of course, since he was the bigger wolf, he had her pinned with ease, but she didn't mind. She was trying to convey that it was nice to see him again, was all.

And that's when she heard it. A low whine that was getting louder and louder. She could smell something beyond Jamie and his dead rabbit. Jamie pulled away, and Mona looked to the source of the noise to see a human man in some degree of pain. She rolled to her feet and took flank behind Jamie, her stance defensive. What was wrong with this guy?

As he fell to his knees, she understood a split second before it happened.

He was shifting. And it was his first shift. Oh, that sucked. He was looking at them pitifully, whining. Well, lucky kid. At least his clothes weren't completely shredded. She watched as Jamie approached him cautiously, and she followed, ready to handle business if things went all Costa Rica, but everything seemed peachy keen as Jamie displayed his dominance. she snorted at the level of Alpha-Male posturing going on, But while Jamie went to remove the poor wolf-boys shirt, Mona moved behind him, stopping only to press her nose against his face, showing that he needn't be afraid of her attacking.

Now, she was used to taking off pants with her teeth, but that was usually reserved for her human form. Still, she gently, cautiously tugged at them until they were free, crumpled on the ground around his paws. All that was left was for him to step out of them. She trotted back behind Jamie, and looked at the great white wolf questioningly. She barked lightly, as if to offer a friendly enough greeting, and went to retrieve the all but forgotten rabbit.

She was actually handling this fairly well. She had started to wonder after meeting Jamie whether or not they were the only two Werewolves in existence, and it would seem that the answer was no. Sure, she wasn't a special snowflake, but it also meant that she wasn't a freak. She'd just have to keep them around long enough after they shifted back to speak to them as a human. She was getting well tired of hanging out in her apartment alone.

[HOLDEN MOORE]

A conscious Holden would have thought this to be the last straw on the camel's back to crazytown. A conscious Holden would have just assumed this was some fucked up fuckery of a joke on him; how was he to know that all of mankind didn't experience this. OH YEAH, BECAUSE NEVER IN HIS LIFE HAD HE EVER HEARD OF PEOPLE TURNING INTO WOLVES!!!!!!! Aside from stories and such. Which, if this was some Twilight bullshit (screw you, the ladies loved that shit so he read it to seduce a loose ladyfan into his bed by the likes of Edward Cullen) and he was gonna have to fight some vampires or some bullshit, he was going to throw himself off a goddamn skyscraper. If those god-awful books were a basis to real life, his life was over. Screw this shit. Maybe it was better that a conscious Holden wasn't exactly taking over.

Who was, was the wolf who had lived the tale of scaring the bejesus out of a young sheppard boy, the very wolf before them, as white as the wool on the sheep he'd stalked, was itching to play. He hadn't found his kind for a very long time. Too long. Here and there he'd scratched the surface of his host, keeping the mean and nasty wolves in the woods of Pennsylvania from ripping him to shreds; but never was his help needed, so he'd been content to sit idle in his brain for that odd number of years. But now! Now there were others! Others like him! He wanted a chance to play and frolic in the wonders of wolfyness! It was only fair, right?!

The white wolf settled as the larger - alpha? - approached after the pair of them had stood starring at him for a moment. Had he scoffed at him? Well, that was kinda rude. Whatever. Alpha dude was doing his thing and making sure he knew what was what, and the white wolf didn't mind. He didn't want to be the boss. At all. He just wanted to be amongst others like him. He'd been so lonely for so long. Lowering his head, the wolf made a low whine. He didn't want to intrude on anyone, he just wanted some company. How lucky for him that he'd caught their scent in his walk. Good job little human man for picking NY over LA! Now he wouldn't be alone! Maybe his host could make friends with the others and they could be their own little wolf pack! Boy! They could be the three-best friends that anyone could have!

The ladywolf approached and did something that he assumed was similar to a nuzzle, the white wolf made an attempt to lick at her, though really, with how close the alpha was, he managed to lick at both of them. Anxious to get out of the human clothes, the white wolf complied with his helpful duo, first slipping his neck backwards and out of the shirt before he inches and shimmied his way out of the pants. Before he could properly play though, there was the job of hiding his host's belongings. The white wolf dipped down to pick up the straps of Holden's messenger bag, giving it and the clothes still awkwardly wrapped up in them a tug until they were pulled off of the path a ways. There! He pawed at a few of the leaves and did his wolfy best at hiding his things before he trotted over towards the pair again, eager to play.

[JAMES KENNEDY]

Jamie honestly didn't really have any fucks to give, either. He was happy as hell wrestling with the female wolf, nipping and licking at her as they both barked and yipped to each other. It was fun, and free in a way that Jamie wasn't used to; they weren't hurting each other, but she also wasn't afraid of him and wasn't easy to hurt. She fought back just fine and held her own, even when he pinned her and was busy licking at her ears before the human showed up. With his appearance, there had been the chance that things would get crazy, but once he was free of his human clothing, there was still no aggressive movements. In fact, he took Jamie's show of dominance without a bit of argument and was nothing but friendly. That was...nice. There were no arguments, no pissing contests, nothing except happiness at being together and having someone to play with.

The white wolf pulled his human things out of sight to reclaim them later and Jamie waited patiently for that to be done (well aware of exactly what he was doing) before dropping down into a position that made it absolutely clear that he was all about the playtime, ass up in the air, crouched down with his front legs, barking at the white wolf for an instant before pouncing, the growl leaving his throat much more playful than anything and any biting light and harmless. He tried to keep track of the black wolf that was bound to get involved in the wrestling match, lest the two of them team up and get him, but even that didn't really bother him. It was all a game, right?

Right. Maybe after this, they could share the bunny and go catch more. That would be fun, or they could just chase each other around the park, which sounded just as awesome. He'd sprinted after the rabbit earlier and had chased the female wolf down, but he wanted to run. He had lots of energy and hadn't known what to do with it, but now these new wolves were here, this pack of his. They would be a pack, too, because that was just how it was supposed to be. They didn't have to be alone anymore, not one of them, and just because Jamie didn't actively remember running with the female before didn't mean that some part of him didn't remember her. She was his, had already been his, and would remain so. He'd already laid claim, and beneath the human consciousness, the wolf instincts that had taken root deep in his brain and which were running rampant right then and there recognized that fact. The human part of his mind didn't have to understand it or have actual memories for something to be true, and it didn't have to worry about analyzing something that the animal inside of him and his body already knew.

Remember how Jamie didn't really have the ability to manage complex trains of thought as a wolf? It was painfully clear just how true that was here and now, because he didn't even consider what other werewolves would mean or whether or not Liam and Amy were wondering where he was. All he was concerned with were these two wolves and trying to keep them from pinning him. His ability to plan had gone so far as to thinking about catching more bunnies, or playing tag through the trees. That was where his brain was, and he was happy with it.

[LIAM HENDERSON]

Liam continued to stare at the rabbit. Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ Je---wait. Wasn't a bunny a symbol of Christ? Was that sacreligious? Whatever--who gave a shit? Basically, the point was, there was a dripping rabbit hanging from his werewolf roommate's mouth. He swallowed hard, and stared at Jamie while he sort of lowered his head a bit. Maybe he could get Jamie to have some water when they got back. Steak blood, he was okay with. Jamie didn't make a mess--but dripping fresh rabbit blood? Somehow not okay. Slowly, Liam lowered himself back onto the bench while Jamie trotted off into the distance with the rabbit.

The short man pulled his knees up, his heel on the bench while the toes of his shoes hung off; his hands tucked into the Jamie's black hoodie he had taken a fondness to. He heard a bark off in the distance and glanced up, licking the inside of his cheek. Jamie was particularly vocal, as he had discovered the last time he shifted, so it didn't exactly strike much concern with him. He turned his attention back to Amy and raised a brow. "I already accepted him. He could turn into Shrek for all I care, and he'd still be my best friend. Scared the fucking hell out of me, but there was never any other option. Plus, what was I going to do? Let him run around and get caught one day, or hurt? No thank-you." He sighed, and wormed his shoulders in the jacket and rocked his head back to look up at the sky with Amy.

"Don't tell anyone, okay? I know Jamie trusts you, but I needed to make sure I wasn't going crazy." He murmured, then glanced at Amy. His teeth lowerd down on his lip ring, and he twirled it in his lip--a habit he did when thinking, nervous, but usually both. He sort of was going crazy. He was having moments of blacked out memory, pieces that didn't fit. And the knowledge that Jamie was lying to him about what happened. Liam didn't exactly know what was happening, but there were enough pieces that Liam knew he wasn't telling the whole truth. But how would Amy take that? How could Liam explain it? Liam sighed, and nodded. He adored Amy. In the few short months they had known her, she had become his sister. Go figure. He knows Jamie his whole life--Jamie's his best friend. He knows Amy for a short while--she's his sister.

"Yeah, I trust you." He stopped fussing with his ring, and decided that he would wait. He would wait to tell Amy when Jamie wasn't within ear shot. He didn't want to give Jamies wolfy hearing that sort of a test run today. But when Liam discovered the feeling that was leaking out of his hands he slowly lowered his legs and stretched them out before standing up. "I'm gonna make steaks when we get back home, with mashed potatoes and gravy for the humans." Liam grinned at her then looked back out to the trees. Should he whistle? No--that was too...canine-ish. Jamie was a wolf, but not a pet. Liam hated putting that stupid grey collar on Jamie, he hated the fact that his best friend was a fucking wolf. Didn't mean he wouldn't tease him about it---but he still would prefer if his Jamie remained a human. Could a wolf play Munchkin?

Liam took in a breath, and stopped, then let it out. He wasn't good at shouting, even trying to get someone's attention. He never shouted. In fact, for all his trolling and general pain-in-the-assness, Liam was a rather soft spoken individual. He didn't usually speak at a regular tone, because even that seemed a little too loud for him. He spoke just above a whisper; he spoke with the voice that you used with your friend in the next bed when you didn't want to wake the person next door. He raised his hand up, and scratched the edge of his lip with his thumb, and cleared his throat. "Jamie!" Normal voice. Liam could almost feel that tickle in his throat, like he was about to choke on his words. His own voice rang in his ears. Was he being too loud. "Jamie, time to go home!" Again, just a little bit louder. Liam let his mouth fall shut, his green eyes sweeping the dark trees for his best friend.

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[AMY WINSTON]

Amy watched as Jamie trotted off, noticing his speed picking up as he hit the treeline. She grinned at the sight of her friend's fluffy tail disappearing into the darkness, before shifting closer to Liam to put an arm around him. She wasn't Jamie, and she knew that, but she hoped that Liam would be able to derive some form of comfort from her. "Everything's gonna be okay, Liam. You need to stop worrying so much, you'll have a heart attack." She brought her hand up to ruffle Liam's hair, making sure to place it artfully back in his eyes the way he liked it before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. Liam loved Jamie, that much was plain for anyone to see. It was in the way his soft voice caressed the name, the way his pupils dilated when Jamie walked into the room. One didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to guess at his affections. She understood worrying about someone you loved. At least Liam didn't have to worry about Jamie in the same ways she had to worry about Jon. Jon didn't turn into a feral beast, sure, but he was fantastic at sniffing out trouble.

She sighed, moving away again. Liam seemed agitated, like there was something on his mind, but Amy didn't push. She wasn't that sort of person. No, she would wait until Liam thought the time was right to tell her what was on his mind, though she had a very good idea. And one not so good idea she didn't like to think about. She hoped it was about Liam confessing his feelings, and not so much about the reason Jamie had asked her to help him buy makeup that matched his skintone a few weeks before. The story didn't make sense, and it made her a little wary of Liam, but if Liam couldn't remember, and if Jamie didn't seem to mind then it wasn't her place to say anything.

She leveled a gaze at him when he asked her not to tell anyone, her eyes for one moment turning piercing and sharp, different from the soft, dreamy quality they normally held. "Yes Liam, I'm telling everyone. Call the presses, werewolves are real!" She shook her head at him. "I'd like to stay out of the asylum thanks." The sharpness to her voice was slightly detracted by the fondness there at his amount of caring. "You can trust me." He echoed her sentiment before standing up, hesitating for a moment. She watched as he tried to call for Jamie, that softspoken tone of his really showing. She almost laughed at his inability to project his voice, but thought better of it.

She stood, resting her hand on Liam's shoulder and looking down at him fondly. "Allow me." She looked off towards the woods in the direction Jamie had ran off in, and took in a deep breath. "Jamie! Come on, it's food time and I am starved!" Her voice carried through the park, echoing back off the trees. She waited until she saw him gamboling back towards them, and turned tail and ran. "Beat you there!" She called, realizing that Jamie probably wanted to do some running, get a little exercise and energy burnt off. She ran back towards the park entrance, her laugh dancing through the air back to her friends.

This was wonderful, having friends. And nothing would be able to tear it apart. Not crazy instances of attempted murders, and certainly not any funny werewolf business.

[HOLDEN MOORE]

Had the urge to romp and play with the other wolves not completely clouded his thoughts, Holden might have had a canine heart attack, if those were possible for such creatures. His notions of what were real and what were dreams and fantasies made up by people were certainly blurred in the present moment. Thank God or whatever magic creature were up in the sky for that wolfy instinct to just wanted him to romp around and play with his newfound friends.

Holden had changed, but in doing so, his paws were large enough that the few plastic and woven bracelets he wore didn't fall from his wolfy limbs. They were irritating him a little, but the thought of chewing them off were pushed aside for better things like trying to keep up with the other wolves. One was blacker than the night and seemed very fond of the other mixed looking wolf, both of which had taken pretty okay with him joining in with the antics. A fleeting thought passed through his head as Holden wagged his tail in excitement, trotting around with the others and eventually joining in the puppy pile of playful banter.

What did he look like?

Well. There would be time to figure that out. For now, the thoughts that had plaguing his mind since he got to New York City were quickly fading. Who cared where he lived? Or when he started school? And why worry about finding a job? It wasn't like his parents didn't give him money enough to live off of rather okay. He'd have time to sit down and plan things later. Right now he wanted to secure his newfound friendship.

Maybe they could be friends in human form? It wasn't like he was busy with his vast multitude of other friends.. Besides a friendly enough desk clerk at the hotel and this guy at a record shop he'd found in Greenwich Village, there weren't many others he'd had a chance to befriend. When school started for him, that'd be different. Or maybe when the stress of getting settled were over he'd have a chance to really be social.

Now. With these other wolves, the lonely feeling he'd been feeling since stepping off the train at Grand Central, seemed less. They'd be alright people to chill with, right? God. He hoped so.

[JAMES KENNEDY]

Wrestling and playing with these other wolves was liberating in a way that Jamie wasn't used to, like he could finally just relax without having to keep up appearances with some facade that he may or may not be feeling, without having to pretend. It wasn't something he was even realize that he did all the time until now, when it was unnecessary, and whether or not he'd really register the difference was up in the air. He probably wouldn't, because it wasn't like he was actually thinking about it right now. No, he was all kinds of interested in their playtime, and in sharing the rabbit he caught.

That was where his brain was when he thought he heard a familiar sound in the distance. His ears pricked up, searching for the sound and trying to decide what it was he'd heard, and then another, much louder call rang through the trees. Amy. Amy was calling him. He whined a bit at the other wolves, most likely offering them something of an apology for having to go, and nudged the bunny towards them. Amy mentioned food time, so he wasn't worried about scarfing down the bunny, but they'd probably like it. He trotted off a few steps before turning and barking his farewell at them and taking off through the trees at a quicker pace towards Amy's voice.

Obviously, he had no idea what she was planning, so he stopped and simply watched her, ears turned towards her as she called out to him, then turned and ran. Beat you there? OH. A race?! Oh, he was so on that!

That hesitation on his part gave Amy a much-needed head start (not to mention the fact that she was already much closer to their destination), but it wouldn't be enough. He barked after her, exploding into motion as soon as the sound had left him, and really threw himself into the sprint. Wolves were absolutely distance runners, able to run for days if they had to, but in a dead sprint, he could outrun a deer. Amy didn't stand a chance at racing him, but he absolutely appreciated the chance to really push his body into the sprint to catch up with her, and he made that well known after he'd blown past her and looped back to prance around her and lick at her elbows and forearms while she ran (her hands were too hard to get at without getting punched in the nose). Fortunately, he'd caught up with her before she got to the road, since he really wouldn't have thought ahead enough to stop while he was in the middle of 'race mode', but it wasn't like Amy would have just let him run across the street.

No, he trusted her, just like he trusted slow-poke Liam, who was totally going to race him at some point, whether it was in wolf form or human. Liam had always been faster because of all that soccer he'd played, but Jamie wasn't the lazy bum he'd been before. Running wasn't just a hobby now, but a necessity. Maybe he could get the other wolves to run with him now? He just had to get in touch with them when he was a person, so that they could go run. Running as a wolf was fun, too, but he did a lot of running on two legs, and having buddies would be awesome. Damn, how was he going to get in touch with them? It wasn't like they could exchange phone numbers, or something. He hesitated in his prancing with Amy, glancing back to Liam and then past him to the woods, wondering. He had to figure something out. Good thing he still had tomorrow night, right?

Yep, because there were promises of steaks tonight, and without having eaten that bunny, he was actually kind of hungry. Steak sounded great, and fueled his desire to get back to their apartment. Liam and Amy were waaaay too slow for his liking, but not getting hit by a car seemed like a pretty good idea. Just saying, they had a point in waiting. It was good that they weren't far from the park, so it only took a little while to get back to their place, up through the hallway that smelled of lots of people he didn't like, and then into the 'waiting for steaks' mode. He definitely destroyed that rawhide that he'd been pissed Liam had bought while he was impatiently waiting for some real meat.