"Well, that's the gist of what I'm hearing too," Robert said. "Ginger says Anise has had an irrepressible drive to leave the pack--far more than Ginger's drive. Ginger right now knows that it was Fenrir who chose that Ginger had to leave, and so she is determined to adjust. She is definitely more passive than Anise. If I'm right, Ginger is going to be far more about hearth and home than her sister. I expect her to be hanging at the duplex, fiddling about in the garden and the kitchen, and Anise is going to be, until she's old enough to be on her own, she's going to be a little shadow with Angus or anyone else who's doing something exciting. "
Anise listened to Yulong say Jessie was perhaps glad to have someone he could talk to about werewolf things. That made sense to her.
"I'm glad to have someone to talk to, too. Its a big change going from a pack who were pretty sworn to live as much like animals as they could manage, having a mom who was trying to trying to make sure that her girls knew both worlds, and now living indoors with a family who doesn't know how to be werewolves," she said. "I heard one of the guys who work here talking when they were up in our camp area, and they were saying something about some sort of a wilderness survival training that you people do. I'm betting I don't have much trouble with that."
She listened to Jessie and Yulong banter about their relationship. She wasn't against people being gay, but it was different for her because it wasn't something Fenrir tolerated in the pack. Gays were sometimes asked to leave because Fenrir needs people to procreate. Phoebe, to her credit, was big on educating the girls to understand it and was working on teaching the girls acceptance.
"So you know, I'm not against gays," she said, "but our pack allowed it very rarely, mainly because Fenrir thought it was a threat against pack survival. He believed we needed members to procreate, and gays were seen as a thread. Mom was the one who was doing her best to teach us how things are with humans, but she had to do it on the sly so Fenrir didn't know. Regardless, though, it doesn't matter. I'm still going to try to beat your ass on that run." She grinned at them, determined on besting Jessie and David and probably Marcus, whoever he was. She had always loved beating the big boys at anything they tried. "Do I win anything besides bragging rights if I beat you all?"
Edward had had to go to four or five places before he found Angus this time. Even he had started to worry a little when he had not been at the most usual places. This, of all the places he had ever run off to as a boy, was the loneliest of all, and it was the one that Edward detested the most. It was just the shell of a house that had been abandoned to the elements long ago in a little poor village in Tuscany.
Edward had remembered it had been quite the bike ride for little Angus when at age 6, his father had come home drunk and had backhanded Angus for nothing in particular. Benjamin had locked the garage hoping to keep Angus "contained." Angus was having none of it, and he had swiped a crowbar and snapped the hasp off the garage door to get his bike. Actually, Edward had been rather pleased at the boy's wherewithal at that age to get his bike, but the lad had been so livid that he had ridden for miles up into the hills and had found a rather remote village and an abandoned house and had determined he was going to hold up there, rather than to go home. Benjamin was caught between being glad to "get rid of the rubbish" and swearing to make him black and blue when the boy turned up.
Back then, Edward had only finally found Angus because he had spotted a new chocolate bar wrapper in the street. He had gone inside and found Angus there sitting on the floor with a little sack of snacks and a couple bottles of soda, and with a blazing handprint across his cheek. He wasn't going to get the bottles open because they had old school bottle caps on them and Angus had no bottle opener. Edward had simply sat down beside him, and opened one of the sodas and handed it to him. Edward remembered when he had finally gotten the lad to talk, it had begun with a flourish of rage and tears and then had given away to heartbreak as the little boy had found all the feelings of brokenness that his father had made him feel. It had been the turning point for Edward when he had decided that, under no circumstances was Angus ever, ever going home to Benjamin and Eileen, and it was what had made him seek permanent legal custody of Angus and his siblings once and for all.
Edward walked up to the house now, and he smelled the cigarette smoke coming from within. He walked in and found Angus sitting on the floor in the same old spot, this time with a bottle of firewhiskey on the floor beside him.
"I'd have rather found you in the bar than to come back to this horrid place," Edward sighed, sitting on the floor beside him. "God, it was easier to get down to the floor thirty years ago. You might have to pull me up, Lad." He took Angus's cigarette from him and took a couple puffs off it. "Jesus--these are shitty cigarettes. I hope you got them for free because they aren't worth paying for. Remind me to get you better. These taste like dog kennel."
"Smoked a dog kennel, have you?" Angus asked quietly.
"I have now," Edward quipped.
"They're muggle."
"That explains bloody everything. Why are we here? What's on your mind?" Edward asked. Angus didn't respond. Edward put his arm around Angus's shoulder, and Angus laid his head on Edward's shoulder. Edward knew. Whatever this was, it was going to take some time. Something had resurrected some of the painful ghosts from the past, and they hurt. They really hurt this time. The part of Angus that was a warrior who had gone after James and Suzanne had been shelved, and this was now the part of Angus that was a little boy that might always ache and keep him from entirely bonding with much of anyone.
Aside from Edward, there were a couple that had some chance to know the deeper parts. Robert and Kate had tapped into some of it some years ago, and, they had built a rather paternal relationship with Angus. Ruby had a chance--if she gave him the time to get past feeling that it wasn't all so fragile. Edward didn't think it was Ruby that made the relationship feel fragile. Angus didn't work that way, but usually some other event had always occurred that had always blown up any other chance for happiness that Angus had ever had outside of Edward. If, though, they could weather it out, Edward believed Angus had a chance to have more stability than he had had in a long time.