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Saturday morning arrived. Today was the day SUA invited parents to meet our teachers. I had mixed feelings about seeing my parents. A lot of anger still reside in me. I couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment. Everyday I wake up in a room that was not my own, constantly reminding me of how alone I really am in this world. This was a familiar feeling. Memories of my life before Madison crept up and sent a chill down my spine.

The parents were definitely going to be at SUA. From what I hear, they would also bring Shawn. I found it odd they would bring the one person I hated most in the world, but I assume they want to scare him by showing what could possibly happen to him if he continued down his destructive path.

Speaking of destructive paths. Dewayne and I sat in a locker room. The entire campus was in an uproar as they prepared for our guest. I would have been apart of all of the madness, but Dewayne pulled me aside to have a drink. The old Tyran would never drink before a school event, but the old Tyran died on his last day of school of the previous year.

Dewayne took a swig of his vodka before passing me the bottle. "My dad is coming today. I'm sure he'll be drunk, and the only way I can deal with my drunk father is to be just as drunk as him."

I chuckled before drinking some of the vodka, cringing as it burned going down. "Like father, like son, huh?"

Dewayne guffawed, "I'm nothing like my dad. I mean, we both drink, but he's smart and own's his own business. Living up to his name is impossible for me."

"Nothing's impossible, man," I started. "Besides, you don't have to live up to anyone's name but your own. Look at me? I don't even know my real father. The only thing I know is that I want to leave a unique mark on this world."

I don't know why I was telling Dewayne all of this. Maybe it was because of the vodka, the ultimate truth serum. But given my situation, the truth is something I should try to avoid. Especially around someone like Dewayne.

"Oh? So the little bad ass has goals, huh?" Dewayne says before drinking more vodka.

"Doesn't everyone?" I said, gaining a shrug from Dewayne. "Well, I do. Badass or not, I want to finish high school and attend college to become a doctor. Ever since I was a kitten I've dreamed of healing and curing people, and just helping people in general."

Dewayne took one more big gulp of vodka before passing the bottle. "That's cool man. You must be smart enough to do those types of things. Me, on the other hand, can't do anything without screwing it up. I'm not very smart. The only thing I was ever good at is football, but after my parents sent me here, all chances at being recruited by a good college went out the window."

The cougar looked away.

After drinking more of the vodka, I returned the bottle to it's owner. "It's never to late to do something great with your life. We're young. We're still finding ourselves. Who's to say you won't find something else you're good at?"

Dewayne shrugged. "Yeah... I hope you're right. Anyway. Are you ready to see your parents?"

"Honestly..." I briefly paused. "I don't know. I don't know how we will all interact after being apart for so long."

"Will your brother also be here?"

I nodded. "Yup."

Dewayne handed me the bottle. "Try not to hurt him, ok? If there's any problems, they'll make you run like hell come Monday morning."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll behave."

Dewayne and I ended up finishing the bottle. I decided to keep the conversations light in hope of not letting anything important slip. Dewayne was more of an open book than I was, but in my defense, I had more to lose. The cougar was himself no matter the situation, but myself, on the other hand, had a deep well of secrets.

Drinking a bottle of vodka before a school event may not have been the best idea. I drank a little too much, considering I'm not a big drinker. It showed as I walked down the hall, grasping at the wall in attempt to keep from falling over. It made me wonder how the hell did Drake and Caleb keep their composure in situations like this?

I was in no condition to meet my parents. I deeply regretted drinking. I only hoped my parents would be late to give me time to sober up, but to my dismay, as soon as I stepped foot outside, I was welcomed with three familiar faces. There, in the parking lot, stood dad, mom and Shawn. They immediately spotted me.

"H-hey mom... H-hey dad." I managed to squeeze out.

Mom and dad smiled as they made their way towards me.

I fumbled around in my pocket and pulled out a piece of gum, popping it in my muzzle and furiously chewing it to release it's flavor in my maw.

Dad looked me over. "Are you ok, Ty? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I gulped and nodded. I did not want to say anything in case my breath still reeked of alcohol. Shawn stood behind them, glaring. When our eyes met, I felt a wave of anger.

"Well, you're looking good!" Mom said.

"See you're putting on a little muscle, too." Dad stated.

"Y-yes sir. All of the drills keep everyone here in shape. Plus I've joined the wrestling club."

Dad gave a huge grin and pat me on the shoulder. "Good for you, son. I always knew you would find a sport you are good at."

Mom grabbed my arm and began leading me toward a crowd of people. "Well let's go thank your teachers for doing such a great job taking care of our little boy."

Mom, Dad, and I met with all of my teachers. Of course, they had all good things to say, seeing how I did not really belong here. I received praise left and right. Shawn stuck around for awhile, but similar to life at home, he grew irritated by the amount of compliments I received. After a while, he disappeared.

The way my parents reacted with me in their presence was a lot different from the treatment I received over the summer. They didn't smile around me before; they barely spoke three words to me. And now, mom was holding my arm, and dad didn't wear a constant look of disapproval. It started to feel normal again, despite being at SUA.

Everything seemed to be going perfect. That was until the alcohol begin to pour out of my pores, causing me to sweat like a fat kid on a treadmill. It hit me during a meeting with my Drill Sergeant in his office. It all started with the twirling of my stomach, then a headache, and once I thought I was going to be ok, the urge to throw-up hit me without warning. I dashed out of the office with my paw gripping my mouth.

As soon as I enter the stall, my entire insides spilled out into the toilet. The sound of my dry heaves filled the bathroom. What a stupid idea. Who drinks before something like this? If I was lucky, I could possibly pass this off as food poison.

Life had different plans.

From behind, a knock could be heard.

"Someone's in here," I managed to say between gagging.

"Are you alright, son?" The sound of my dad's voice cause my ears to shoot up, but they quickly laid flat against my skull as I released more of the vodka into the toilet.

"One second!"

I eventually found the strength to push myself off the floor before wiping my muzzle with a ball of tissue. Once I exited the stall, I was met by dad standing with his arms crossed.

"Are you drunk?" Dad's eyebrow raised in anticipation of my answer.

Over the last few weeks I had turned into a liar, but when it came to my actual family, lying seemed like more work than it was worth.

"Y-yes, sir... I am..."

Dad's arms shot in the air.

"Your mother and I sent you to this place for you to get better not for you to turn into an even bigger dilequent."

Dad's attitude, posture, and voice changed from easy going, to the monster he had become the previous summer. It's not like I had never seen him angry. Shawn pushed both our parents to the limit when it came to anger, but this was different. Mixed in with all that anger was something that hurt my very soul every time I saw it...

Dad was mad... but he was also disgusted.

"I'm sorry, dad... I don't know how many times I can say that..."

Dad folded his arms. "Stop saying it and show us. Show us you want to change."

"Why?" I asked, not fully aware of what I had said. Maybe it was the alcohol, but something inside of me snapped. "Why do I need to change? I'm a good kid. I make perfect grades and I do my best to stay out of trouble. Is it that bad..."

"Is it bad that you dated a guy?" Dad interrupted. "Or how you kept it from your mother and I for months? Yes. We raised you better than this. How could you make such a stupid decision?"

I took a step back and leaned against a stall door. "Me loving Drake was not a stupid decision. He cared for me like a brother. He wanted to see me safe, unlike Shawn... Unlike my own parents. I don't regret being with him."

"You'd put some faggot above us?" Dad shouted? "Above the people who took you in and raised you as a son."

"Don't call him that!" I shouted back!

"What? You don't like hearing the truth?" Dad took a step towards me, towering over my small frame. He was much larger than me. "You're little butt fucking friend is a faggot. And I be damned if I let him take you down with him and drag my family's name through the mud."

"So being a part of your family means I have to love the person you want me to love?"

"You damn straight!" Dad shot back.

I pushed pass my dad, tears starting to fill my eyes. "If that's the case.... I don't want to be apart of your family anymore. You've made me feel like shit for the past few months... I haven't felt like this since I was three... and I can't keep doing it."

Dad sighed. "Neither can we..."

I looked back at dad. His expression was a little less intense.

"What do you mean by that?"

Dad closed his eyes and pinched the top of his nose.

"Your mother and I are pregnant... We were finally able to conceive after so many years of trying..." Dad started, leaving my mouth to do a cartoon drop to the floor. "There's going to be a little baby running around our house. A baby that is going to need positive role models in their life... And a gay older brother is not someone I want my kid looking up to."

"W-what are you saying?"

"Exactly what it sounds like." Dad walked pass me and opened the door the restroom door. "If you are going to continue being gay, we can't have you in our home. I'm sorry, Tyran... but we have a baby to think about."

The tears I fought so hard to keep at bay were on the brink of breaking free. Hearing my dad say I was not wanted is the straw that broke the camels back.

I grabbed Dad's arm and he turned around to show a different expression from earlier. The disgusted glare vanished, leaving Dad to look at me with much sorrow and pain. Once I saw this, I immediately released him.

"Please get better, Ty..."

With that, dad turned around, exiting the restroom.

Shawn

After a two in a half hour drive, we arrived. Unfortunately for me, I had to spend my Saturday in the shadow of my parents. Even though I would have preferred being at home today, it wasn't all bad. Today I would see my foster brother, Tyran, after so many weeks.

It's not like I missed him. Life at home had been pretty chill lately. No one was there to get in my way, leaving me home alone most nights. How awesome is that?

Like I said before. I didn't miss Tyran. I only wanted to see what life at a military school would do to my dear ole brother. He no longer had Drake to run to his rescue.

Boy was I wrong.

When I got there, the little bastard was drunk! Not only that, he seemed to be thriving at this school, despite being a weakling. Somehow, my foster brother was well-liked by his peers, praised by teachers, and protected by the Dean. It seems as if nothing bad could happen to this bastard!

Eventually I grew bored of them showering him with praise and decided to disappear. Of course I brought a little sticky-icky with me. Lucky I did. I assume no one on campus had any, considering where I am.

Everyone was outside, leaving vacant buildings. A stoner's clubhouse. I found an empty bathroom, pulled a joint out of my socks, sat in a stall, and fired up.

Smoke quickly filled the restroom. With each exhale I could feel a warm sensation. It flowed throughout my body, pushing out all negative thoughts. The beginning of a high is the best. Your worries can't find you in the cloud of smoke that blocks your mind.

Mine did.

But it didn't at the same time.

When I am in this state, usually, I think about Tyran. I am jealous of my foster brother, no doubt about that. I spent most of my life trying to destroy his, but only because he stole mine.

That's neither here nor there. I wouldn't waste a high thinking about Tyran. He seemed to be doing just fine, probably not giving me a second thought.

I pulled out my cell phone and opened FacePage. I went straight to my messages and found one from a girl named Brittany, a beautiful fox with long blond hair and perfect sky blue eyes. Brittany and I started chatting with one another last Summer and really hit it off. Unfortunately, she did not live in Madison. She stayed three hours away in Jackson. Even though we've only talked on the phone, I felt a real connection with her. She liked me for me, even with my twisted mind. I tell her everything, and vice versa.

I opened the message and saw a green dot by Brittany's name showing she is online.

BlueEyedBrit15: "How is your brother?"

LaughinYen420: "I don't want to talk about my brother..."

LaughinYen420: "I'd rather talk about you ;)

BlueEyedBrit15: "We'll be here for days"

LaughinYen420: "I got the time lol"

BlueEyedBrit15: "If not your brother, then what?"

LaughinYen420: "Lets talk about you coming to my schools Halloween dance."

BlueEyedBrit15: "When is it?"

LaughinYen420: "October 28th."

BlueEyedBrit15: "I'll come if u dress up :'D"

LauginYen420: "Hell yeah! I'm going as a giant joint."

BlueEyedBrit15: "HAHA! U have to get more creative than that."

LaughinYen420: "A large joint that is full of joints? How much more original can you get?"

BlueEyedBrit15: "Everyone knows you like weed... ppl will expect that :p"

LaughinYen420: "I guess ur right... any suggestions?"

BlueEyedBrit15: "Idk... something bold... something that will leave ppl shocked....."

LaughinYen420: "Bold is not my strong suit."

BlueEyedBrit15: "That's wat I'm here 4 ;p"

LaughinYen420: "What should you wear? Sexy nurse is a great option."

BlueEyedBrit15: "That's a great idea!"

LaughinYen420: "rlly?"

BlueEyedBrit15: "Yea! You can dress up as a sexy nurse!"

LaughinYen420: "Ur silly af! ;D"

BlueEyedBrit15: "I'm serious. You can be a sexy nurse, and I'll b the sexy doctor."

LaughinYen420: "Idk..."

BlueEyedBrit15: "Awww... It's the perfect idea. A little role reversal always catches ppl off guard!"

BlueEyedBrit15: "I think it will be so hot! If you do, I'll make it worth your time... ;)"

LaughinYen420: "U drive a hard bargain! Lets do this!"

BlueEyedBrit15: "U better not chicken out"

LaughinYen420: "U kno me so well"

BlueEyedBrit15: "HAHAHA!"

-Knock Knock

A knock on the stalls door caused my head to shoot up, almost dropping my phone in the toilet in the process.

"What the hell?" I said, opening the door to reveal a large cougar. He didn't look like a teacher or parents, so luck was on my side. "Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

The cougar was a little taller. He looked at me with his arms folded. "Shawn, right? Tyran's brother?"

I nodded. "And who the hell are you?"

"The name's Dewayne." Dewayne says wearing a sour expression. "I hear ya the reason muh boy Ty is inn this hell hole. Not cool, bro. Not cool at all."

I pushed past the feline, bumping our shoulders in the process. The smell of alcohol wore heavy on his breath. "Mind your own damn business. If I need your opinion, I'll ask for it."

Dewayne growled, "Ty is muh business. He's my brother from another mother. He's told me everything. And that includes shit about you."

I rolled my eyes, looked at my phone, and typed a message to Britttany.

LaughinYen420: "Brb"

BlueEyedBrit15: "Say hi to Tyran ;)"

I placed my phone in pocket and looked back at this Dewayne character. "Good for you. I'm glad Tyran has a little butt buddy in here."

"That's funny coming from you."

"What's that suppose to mean?" I growled.

Dewayne guffawed, "The whole reason Tyran is even here is because of you and your butt buddies."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Like you don't know."

Growls became snarls as my patience grew thin. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about, so cut the bullshit."

Dewayne looked puzzled. "You're pretty aggressive for a faggot."

With my fist balled, I took one long step to be face to face with Dewayne. "What the hell did you just call me?"

Dewayne unfolded his arms, letting them hang at his side. His eyes squint and fist balled. "Did I pluck one of the fairies wings? What are you going to do tinkerbell, shower me in fairy dust?"

I wanted to punch this fucker in the mouth, but he was bigger and older than me. Tyran seem to have an endless supply of large bodyguards.

"I don't know what game you're playing," I spat. "But I won't be your player 2, so you better get the fuck out of my face. I got rid of Drake, and I can make you fucking disappear too."

Dewayne's head cocked to the side. "What does your boyfriend have to do with this?"

"My boyfriend?" I guffawed. "That half breed piece of shit is nothing to me. That's why I ruined his relationship with Tyran by sending Ty here."

Dewayne wore a look of confusion. "No.. Tyran said he caught you and that Drake guy in bed together and beat your ass for it."

All of a sudden, I burst out laughing, not able to keep it inside me. "Is that what he told you? That lying bitch. No wonder he's so popular in a place like this... No one knows who he really is."

"Isn't that why he is here? For assaulting you for being..."

"...Gay?" I interrupted. "I'm not gay. Tyran is."

Dewayne's eyes widened. "B-but... Tyran... He said..."

I interrupted the cougar again, "Tyran lied to you. The reason he is here is because I exposed him, and his butt licking hybrid friend."

Dewayne fell back and caught himself by leaning on a sink.

"Dude..." He said.

"Yup."

I pulled another joint out of my sock and held it in the air. "Do you smoke?"

Dewayne nodded.

"Good, cause it looks like you need it."

Brandon

"HUT HUT!"

The sound of clashing helmets filled the air. It was a beautiful sound. One that became very familiar over the last year.

A football was shoved in my paws. I gripped it and pushed my way through a line of muscle, only to be tackled in the process. The quarterback, a Shepherd named Brenden, offered a paw as he helped me off the ground.

"Sorry," Brendan say between pants. "I handed the ball off a little late."

I shook my. "Don't worry about it, bro. You'll get the timing right. To be honest, the DEFENSE COULD HAVE DONE A BIT BETTER AT PROTECTING ME." I said with a hint of sarcasm. A few of the guys laughed, while some flipped me off.

Brendan chuckled. "Yea, I'll get it next time."

I rest a paw on the Shepherds shoulder. "Definitely. You're getting better every day."

"That's not fast enough for my dad." Brendan says weakly. "I'm suppose to be as good as that Jakob guy according to dad."

"Don't worry," I said smiling. "Jakob eats, breathes, and dreams about football. Don't compare yourself to someone like him. He's a genius at his craft."

"If only we had the time for that..." Brendan looked over at the sideline. On the sideline stood the coach, Brendan's father. As soon as they made contact, the coach angrily waved at his son to come to him. "Well... Time to be yelled at... again."

A frown replaced my smile. "Don't worry. It'll be alright, bud."

"Yeah..." Brendan walked off.

When Brendan made it to his father, the yelling commenced. Coach's arms flew up in the air as he held a clip board, while the smaller Shepherd's head fell in defeat. The sight was upsetting. My own father is not into sports, so this behavior was new to me. A relationship between a coach and his son had a different dynamic to it. I didn't know if it was healthy, or downright cruel.

Coach slammed his clipboard on the ground, making no sound because of distance between us. He shot off a few more upsetting words. Brendan attempted to say something, but his father quickly cut him off and pointed at the field house. With his helmet in paw hanging at his side, Brendan walked toward the building with his head down.

A large elephant walked on the field. He was Coach James, our assistant coach. "Ok, let's run some laps while we wait for coach to come back."

The team groaned. No one liked running laps; especially in the middle of practice. We were already exhausted from practice.

I began walking into a jog, but stopped when I looked at the field house. Something bothered me about Brendan's relationship with his dad. For some unexplainable reason I did not think Brendan was safe around coach. I could thank Ace for my incredible deductive skills.

"Hey Coach James." The elephant turned his head to look at me. "I need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back."

"Hurry up!" Coach James barked.

I pulled off my helmet and dropped it on the sidelines as I ran into the field house.

As soon as I entered the building, Coach's voice could be heard. He was still yelling at Brendan. The yelling was coming from the direction coach's office is located. I decided to take a closer look.

I peaked around the corner. Lucky enough, the door was open, showing Coach and Brendan standing in front of a desk. Brendan never looked up. His father's words would just beat him back down.

"I told you this would happen!" Coach yelled. "You spent all year in a science club and lose your instincts. This is great. Just fucking great! When I found Jakob my life was complete. Your love for the sport dwindled over the years, and when I saw it in another kid I was excited. More than excited. I hit the fucking jackpot! Then Brandon came along and made me feel that all over again. I had the perfect duo. Why can't you be like them?"

Brendan didn't say anything. His head remained low, while his father's temper kept rising.

The next thing that happened caused my jaw to drop. Suddenly, Coach's paw raised and swung down, slapping his son so hard he fell to his knees.

"I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!" Coach growled. "Answer me when I talk."

Brendan slowly rose to his feet. A trickle of blood ran from his lips and half way down his neck.

"I'm trying dad..." Brendan weakly says before being hit again, but not as hard as the first time.

"Not hard enough!" Coach poked Brendan in the chest. "No more fucking excuses. You get out there, you do your job, and you do it with precision. If you spent more time practicing and less time taking apart $1000 laptops I buy with my money, maybe you would be worth more than the shit you are!"

"Yes sir." Brendan mumbled.

"WHAT?!" Coach barked!

"YES SIR!" Brendan said a little louder.

"Now get back out there," Coach started. "And no more fuck ups!"

Brendan walked out of the room with his helmet in paw. I hid behind the wall with a paw covering my mouth. I was shocked at what I just saw. My intuition was right. Coach was harming his son.

The moment I saw Coach strike Brendan is the moment I lost all respect for the older Shepherd. Coach had a temper in the past, but he had never hit a student. Well, not that I know of. I guess he felt justified by hitting a child, as long as it's his son. No matter the situation, no child should be struck because of a sport.

I balled my fist and walked to the Coach's office. Once at the door, Coach turned around to look at me. The scary expression from earlier had vanished from his face.

"Shouldn't you be on the field?" Coach asked, his voice returning to normal.

"No." I replied coldly causing Coach to frown.

"That was less of a question and more of a..." Coach says before being cut off.

"I quit the team."

Have you ever been distracted? So much that you walked five miles in the wrong direction on a path you've taken daily for your entire life? That was me at the moment.

After leaving Coach's office, I decided to go to Ace's house. He is the only person who could ease my mind. I told him everything, but for some reason telling him this made me feel uneasy. Ace is the reason I joined the football team. Don't get me wrong, I loved the sport. I thought it was great Ace and I shared a passion, so you can only imagine how I was feeling. For some reason, I am terrified of disappointing him, but that's something I can workout in therapy in a few years.

Getting to Ace's place took me twice as long as usual. When I got there, Ace was sitting in the living room. I walked in, tossed my backpack on the floor, and sat next to the beautiful wolf.

Ace tilt his head. "Aren't you suppose to be at practice?"

"Yup." I said.

"So why are you here?" He squint his eyes.

"Because I quit the team."

"You what???" Ace popped up; a mixture of anger, shock, and concern all formed his current facial expression.

"I quit the team," I said, shrugging. "And before you get upset, I did it for a good reason."

"What reason can possibly justify you throwing away thousands of dollars in scholarships?" Ace asked in a sarcastic tone.

"You know," I started. "I wouldn't quit just for kicks and giggles. I love football... More than I thought I would when you suggested it to me. But before I tell you why I quit, let me ask you something. I need your professional advice on this situation, so please be serious."

"Shoot." Ace said with a grin.

I rolled my eyes. "Say a teacher has a kid that goes to the same school they work at. What are the restrictions one may have on disciplinary actions taken on school grounds?"

"Teachers must give out fair and equal punishment," Ace began. "When issuing a punishment, it must be handwritten. Everything needs to be documented, or else the school can be hit with a serious lawsuit. All of the new laws make disciplining kids at school more trouble than it's worth. What does this have to do with you quitting the football team?"

I hesitated for a millisecond, then the image of Brendan standing in front of his dad, blood dripping from his mouth pushed me over the threshold. "You know Coach Roberts has son, right?" Drake nodded. "We were all practicing today and Brendan slipped up during one of our plays. Coach completely flipped out on him. He yelled at him and started throwing things."

"Sounds like he was being a normal coach." Ace said.

"Coach hit him, too."

Ace's eyes widened.

"Coach hit him twice, and I saw the whole thing. It was brutal."

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" Ace asked. "These types of accusations can't be taken lightly."

I nodded. "I saw it with my own eyes. Brendan is being abused, and I don't think this is the first time."

"Why do you say that?" Ace queried.

"Brendan didn't flinch, nor did he cry. He just stood there and took it." I unintentionally growled.

Ace sat back and place his chin in paw.

"What should I do?" I asked, desperately hoping Ace will have an answer.

Ace shot a disapproving glare. "You will do nothing. This does not concern you. You're just a kid. Let the adults take care of this issue."

I frowned. "So what do I do in the meantime? Leave Brendan in a hostile environment while people play detective? What about today? Let's go get him and keep him safe."

"No," Ace pushed off the couch. "That's not how this works. I understand you want to help your friend, but they are procedures that must be followed. If we were to take him away from his dad tonight it would be considered kidnapping."

"Then lets go to the police!" I shouted.

Ace pat me on the head and chuckled. "You remind me of myself when I was your age. So eager to help people, no matter the consequences." Ace squat in front of me, now face to face. "Do you trust me?"

I nodded.

"If you trust me..." Ace whispered. "If you truly trust me, then please calm down and let me handle this my way. I promise your friend Brendan will be safe soon. And that bastard, Coach Roberts, will get exactly what is coming to him. In the meantime, I need you to get your spot back on the team."

My ears perked up. "I can't play for that guy..."

Ace shook his head. "You will. Because I need you to keep an eye on Brendan and his dad until I can take care of things."

I sighed in defeat.

Ace gave me a quick kiss on the lips and stood back up, placing his paws in pocket. He pulled one out retracting his cell phone.

"Now let me make a few calls. I'll be back." Ace disappeared into the back of his house.

I sat there, a little relieved. Part of me was terrified to tell Ace. He was so happy when I joined the football team. He even attended all of my games. He hasn't missed one. I couldn't shake the thought of him being disappointed with me. That would have killed me!

All I can do now is sit and wait. I trust Ace. He was the smartest guy I know. I just hope Brendan can hold off until my wolf friend rescues him.