Galen's POV

Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Whatever I'm laying on is moving up, and then down. That's the first thing I noticed when I woke up. The second thing that I noticed is the warmth that surrounded me. The third, however, is the extraordinarily loud song that echoed around the bedroom.

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done~

Holy fucking shit. Someone, please, turn it off. I just want to sleep on whatever this warmth is coming from. Regardless of the loud song playing, I keep my eyes closed and my breathing steady. No need to wake up because of a loud song disturbing me from my heavenly rest.

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more~

Don't you see I'm trying to lay my weary head to rest? Im going to cry if your loud ass keeps singing.

Once I rose above the noise an-

The noise abruptly cuts off as whatever I'm laying on shifts toward the source of the loud music. Thank the gods. Whatever I'm laying on must be a godsend.

I stay as still as possible, hoping whatever, or rather, whoever, I'm laying on will let me stay and sleep. A sexy groan sounds throughout the room as who I'm laying on stretches. It's at that moment, that I realize who I'm laying on and why.

Oh my god I can't believe how slutty and needy I was last night! To my own brother! Usually I'm the one people are needy for! Dammit I was acting like a TSUNDERE of all things. I went from a badass to someone who is blushy and- to my own brother! We're going to have to talk to Dad about this. Definitely.

"Galen, I know you're awake. Time to get up. It's Monday. We have school," Damian, who I am laying on, grumbles with a voice that sounds gravely. I feel blood rushing to my face as I realize the position I've taken while sleeping.

My left leg is thrown over his lower body so it's lying just over his crotch which, by the way, is hard. I'm laying partially on my stomach with my left arm thrown over his chest so I'm gripping his right shoulder. My crotch, which is also hard, is pressing against his side and my face is buried in the crook of his neck. His left arm is wrapped around my back while his right arm hold my thigh that's on his crotch in place. It's almost perfect; the only thing missing is an adorable catboy named after snow and happiness.

I open my eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness of the room. I pull my face out of his neck to look at his face, only to see him already staring at me. I feel blooding rushing to my face once again and I quickly untangle my limbs from his body to sit up. I rub my hands over my face and then put them high above my head, letting out a long, strewn out moan. Before I can put them down, I feel Damian's nose the base of the back of my neck, inhaling my scent. Startled, I squeal and crawl away from him, only to get tangled in the sheets and fall off the bed face first.

It's quiet for a moment, both of us not moving a muscle. Then, Damian releases a booming laugh. I quickly untangle myself and walk to his bathroom to pee.

"Asshole," I mumble. He continues laughing even after I enter the bathroom. I take care of my business as quickly as I can before leaving the room to go to mine. I stumble towards my room and dig through my draws. "Stupid brother thinks he's funny, does he? Let's see how he thinks after I replace his toothpaste with anal ointment," I mumble while finding some jeans and a shirt to put on. I grab my bag from the corner of the room after checking my nightstand clock, which says its 8:21AM.

We still have 39 more minutes before we need to be at school. We still have 7 hours and 39 minutes before we get to see Yuki. I jog down the stairs before heading to the kitchen where I see Damian emptying a box of Frosted Cheerios in two bowls. He walks around the counter to the refrigerator and grabs the milk and then pours it in the bowls. He puts the milk away and slides a bowl over to me after sticking a spoon in it. We both sit at the counter stools before digging in.

"It's so quiet. I guess most of the pack is still back in America cleaning up the old pack house. I still feel a little guilty just leaving them to tie up the loose ends," I mumble the last part. Damian stops eating and looks at me. He frowns.

"Galen, we left Tom and his family to stay behind with the lack because we trust him. The pack understands. They know we needed to get out of there as soon as possible because of what happened to Mom. Besides, Dad is leaving tomorrow to go one last time to gather the pack in a bunch of buses. All of their shit is already here. You don't need to feel guilty," he says, before stroking my face. I feel my face go red and look down.

"We need to talk to Dad. You know... About this, this thing between us," I breathe out. Damian shakes his head and clenches his jaw.

"We don't need to talk to him about anything. It's normal for us to feel this way. I told you let night. We may be brothers, but Yuki isn't my only mate, nor is he only yours. All three of us are mates. We share each other. I will have sex with you and you will have sex with me and Yuki will have sex with both of us and we will all love each other equally," he says sternly. I look up at him and smile. He leans over and kisses me gently. A throat being cleared behind us makes us Ju,p apart.

We look behind us to see Dad standing there with an eyebrow raised. Damian and I both blush before going back to eat our cereal. I hear Dad walking behind us before seeing him walk around the counter and leaning forward on it. I look up at him to see his head leaning on his hands while he squishes his face with them and has a creepy smile while staring at us both.

"I see the mate bond is affecting you both already. Is that what all that noise was in the sun room when I went to get a drink?" He asks cheekily. I choke on my cereal and Damian drops his spoon in his bowl, causing the milk to splash his face.

"Oh my god! No! Just... No! I'm going to school. Have a good day, Dad!" I shout while running to the door to head to the Jeep Grand Cherokee my brother and I share. Just before I reach the door to go outside, I hear Dad softly address me from the kitchen.

"You do know that it's not bad, right? You and Damian having an attraction? It's the mate bond. You're allowed to love each other and love Yuki as well. Many family members end up as mates; cousins mated to cousins is uncommon, but it happens. Even more so for siblings. The laws and taboos of humans don't affect us. It's up to the moon goddess. It is She who permits it. Nobody here will judge you," he says clearly. I smile and head to the jeep without saying anything. I hop into the drivers seat before starting up the car, waiting for my brother.

Damian jogs out the house with a smile on his face. Douche. Always accepting Dad's teasing with grace. I grumble while he gets in. He shuts the door before looking at me with an adorable smile that doesn't do Yuki's justice.

I pull out before heading down the dirt road that leads to the main road. It's silent before Damian puts on his music. We see a bus full of pack members come up the other side of the dirt path. They all pull down their windows and wave at us. We wave back. How awkward.

"So, I was thinking of Yuki this morning and ways to teach him English. I was thinking that maybe we could do it Tarzan-style," Damian states before looking over at me expectantly. I must have a confused expression because he goes on. "Like, showing pictures and saying the names in English. Then we'll move onto proper speech. It's quite simple. We show a picture of a car, say car, he says car, then he knows what a car is."

I consider it. I guess it would work. Though the proper speech thing will be a bit difficult. And the fact that Yuki is a bit stubborn. I nod.

"I guess it can work. Easier than learning Japanese. He doesn't even know much Japanese. And he knows a little English already. I wish we could meet Master. He could tell us what all he's taught him," I say as I roll down my window to let in the autumn air.

September is one of my favorite months. It's cool, but not too cold. Not that snow affects us too much. Werewolves have high body temperatures. I wonder how Yuki survives winter.

I look out the window as we move through the town. Its a small town, really. Failenboer is a small town of 2,069 people. Well, about 2, 300 after the whole packs moves here. We have a small pack, so a small town suits us. Failenboer is a small town just north of Lake Winnipeg in the province of Manitoba. I can't wait to explore the limit of the pack border. I guess you could say that our pack border is a little south of the actual town. That's why the dirt road is so long. You have to drive around to the town street before riding along the dirt road before reaching out huge pack house that's bigger than the one back in America.

The main pack house is the living quarters for every family in the pack. The rooms are in the process of being turned soundproof so mates can get some sexy time in. The rooms aren't really rooms, more like apartments in a house. Small apartments, but apartments nonetheless. There's three bedrooms after you enter the main door and a small living area. Each one has a bathroom as well. If they don't want to live there, they can move out and build a house for themselves next to the pack house. People rarely do that, though. As long as they stay within the border, they can live wherever only if it's near the center where the main house is. The Beta and Gamma quarters in the house are a bit bigger than the rest, but they're still the same layout.

The Alpha's quarters is a bit different. The Alpha and Luna has a separate bedroom and bath. Whatever heirs there are have their own separate rooms. The Alpha's office is near the Alpha and Luna's bedroom. That way, there's easy access to work, sleep, and sex. Ugh. I feel sick now.

I guess when we become Alphas and Yuki becomes Luna (or Alpha, whatever title he prefers), we'll move into the Alpha/Luna suite with each other. We'll definitely have to get a specially made bed for the three of us.

I'm snapped out my thoughts when we ride over one of the speed bumps in the school parking lot. Great. Another day in paradise. Please, if you may, note my sarcasm.

Damian and I silently get out of the car before heading up toward the school. I look at my phone to see that it's 8:55AM. At least we have five more minutes.

We walk side by side up the school steps toward the red door. There's a few students loitering around the school yard who stare at us while whispering to their friends. Seems like we're still as popular as we Friday when we arrived, I think while rolling my eyes. I look to Damian to see if he notices, only to see him deep in thought as he looks toward the ground. He's probably thinking of Yuki.

I wonder if Yuki has ever tried candy. Maybe I should pick up some at a convenience store before we meet with him after school.

My brother and I open the doors and enter the hallway. Few students are standing around talking with friends and some look at us when we pass. Okay. Maybe we aren't as popular as we were on Friday.

We stop when we get to a hallway where I turn to get to my locker. I turn to Damian.

"We'll meet up after school. Then we can head off to find Yuki. Maybe we can start teaching him today," he says while looking me in the eye. I nod in confirmation and turn down the hallway where my locker is located, passing more students along the way. I pay them no mind as I walk passed, only heading straight to my locker to get my books for World History. I finally reach my locker and put in my locker combination that I remember from looking at my schedule a few days ago. 18-6-12. Seeing as it would be easier to just round it, I put in 20-5-10 to make it easier for me to remember. The lock clicks open and I open my locker to take my books out.

I slam my locker closed once I get my books for my first three periods, World History, English, and Statistics. After Statistics, I'll come back and exchange my books again. This way, I don't have to keep coming back.

I throw my book bag over my shoulder and turn to go to homeroom. Damian and I didn't go to homeroom Friday because we were late, and I should go so I can introduce myself to my teacher. I did my schedule out of my book bag and see that my homeroom teacher is named Chanelle Porygon.

Porygon? Isn't that a Pokémon?

I laugh to myself and walk in the direction of my homeroom. What a nice, large school this is. So much larger than my old school. And so much nicer. I feel like being myself at this school. Like not hiding my love for anime. So what if I'm weeaboo trash? I'll embrace it this time. If Damian isn't afraid to show off his love for stupid shows about demons and angels and detectives, then I won't be afraid to show off my loser side.

I reach the door and notice that it's painted in chalkboard paint and drawn on with various drawings, ranging from flowers to animals to pretty and short quotes. I'm surprised that there's nothing negative drawn on, like dicks or tits. If this was in my school in America, the door would be regularly erased and replaced with disgusting images. I guess that's because Americans are barbarians.

I open the door and walk inside. The room is an art room, decorated beautiful with photos and paintings and sketches; some were ugly and some were beautiful. They mashed so well together that you didn't even have time to bash on the ugly ones. This art teacher must be a genius.

I looked around, seeing that the students inside were respectively quiet when they talked amongst themselves. I smiled. Then I noticed the teacher sitting at a desk that looks so cluttered that I couldn't even see the desk surface. I walked over to her. Her hair was dyed bright green mixed with blue and her eyes were dark brown. The apron she wore over clothes I couldn't see was completely covered in paint. She looked relatively young to be a teacher. Not that I'm attracted to her, because I have two mates no. I could never be attracted to another besides them.

She looked at me when she noticed me walking to her. She smiled brightly and stood up.

"Hello! You must be one of the twins!" She said while jumping around a little. What a strange human. I politely smiled nonetheless.

"Yes ma'am. I'm Galen Moriarty. I'm supposed to be in this homeroom," I say. She nods and plops into her chair and starts typing on the computer situated at the corner of her desk. She clears her throat and looks up at me.

"Ah, I see you in here. Your brother is in this homeroom as well. The school also switched you from your 5th period Study Hall class to Art class in this room. So instead of the classroom you went to Friday, you'll come here. Is that okay? She asked me. I smile and nod and take this chance to go sit down at one of the tables.

I sit there for a few moments, just looking around. The students all seem very close, nobody was left out. Except the blond girl I sat next to. She leant against her hand and stared out the window next to her, humming softly. I quietly listen to her humming for a few moments before I realize that I recognize the song. I blink. I blink again. Then I pull out my notebook and quickly sketch out why I can remember of one of the characters in the show that she was humming the opening theme song for. I quickly sketch out his features and sloppily tear out the paper. I inconspicuously slide the paper around her arm and in front of her.

She doesn't realize the paper is there until I few moments later. No when she does look down and notice it, she's quiet for a moment before she lets out a very high-pitched squeal. It's so loud that I have to cover my ears. A few students glance over but don't react.

She spins on her stool and look directly into my eyes for a split second before jumping on me, causing me to topple over off my own stool. I land with an "oompf" and a blond girl straddling me, bouncing on my lap while squealing. Um. No. Then she starts speaking.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, finally, finally, someone who understands and knows, holy shizzle popplefrack I can't believe it! You watch anime!" She squeals and puts the drawing of the character I drew in my face. "And you're SO good at drawing! Who's your favorite character? I personally like Aizen but that's because I usually like the bad guys! You drew Ichigo perfectly! I know a little Japanese from watching it my whole life but not a lot. Do you know Japanese? How'd you learn to draw. I wish I could draw!" All the while, as she jumps on me while talking a million words per breath, I sit below her looking at her with wide eyes. This girl is batshit crazy. Maybe I shouldn't have drew that. Humans are terrifying. No, scratch that, females are terrifying.

I promptly put my hands on her waist to stop her from jumping, pick her up, place her on the ground beside me, and remove my hands. I jump up, clap the imaginary dust off my hands, and sit down again at my stool. The girl follows me and sits next to me and stares at my face.

"Your Galen, right? Damian's brother? You two really do look a lot alike. I'm Elizabeth. Nice to meet you. Sorry for jumping you. Anime gets me excited." She mumbled the last part, looking down at her lap. I stare for a moment before busting out in laughter.

"It's fine, you're pretty cool. I like anime too. My brother is more of a real life show kinda person. So it's nice to talk to someone who doesn't call it cartoons," I say while laughing a little. She smiles and is about to say some thing before she looks over my shoulder.

"Oh, so it's nice, is it?" A voice sounds from behind me.

I turn on my stool and look to my brother. "Yes, actually, it's very nice. You just don't understand," I say with an indignant voice. He smiles, amused, and sit next to me. Wow his smile is beautiful. We're all silent for a few minutes. Luckily, despite what happened yesterday, it wasn't awkward between us. Then, just as Damian is about to speak, the bell rings for us to go to our next class.

As the day goes on, my boredom grows stronger. I just wanted to see Yuki.

And so, after the school day has passed and we're coming out of the last period of the day which is P. E., my wish is granted. Yuki just happens to be waiting for us when we finally found our way back to the place where we all mentally dubbed our meeting spot.

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-RiddleMeNero