"Put it on." Kim said for the millionth time.
"No." Domino rasped, also for the millionth time.
"Domino?" I said, trying to hide my impatience.
"Yes?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Then put the god damn thing on."
"Look, it's his choice if he wants to wear a bandage. I mean, it's pink." Alistair pointed out helpfully.
"Bro." Domino declared. He and Alistair fist bumped which caused Domino to wince, and my head to reel.

"Fine. We can get a white one." I suggested. Domino opened his mouth to protest but I ploughed on. "But you can't go around with a poisoned cut on your arm. Do you want to get in trouble with the authorities?"

Domino grunted something and allowed us to stop the car for a moment. I was very proud of our car. It was big and white and had just enough seats for all of us. Alistair was driving, and he pulled up at a chemist.

I hopped out of the open door before the car had even stopped fully. Like all wolves, we hated the smell of chemicals and drugs so I wanted to find a roll of bandages and get away as quick as possible.

There was one box of pure white bandages left. I grabbed it and charged over to the desk where I had to pay for it. The clerk was an unbelievably old man, and he kept missing the barcode with the scanner as I hopped from foot to foot.

"Why the hurry love?" he asked. His voice was old and creaky and worn out with age. I snarled at him, resisting the urge to attack. There are only a few types of people who I don't trust and they include everyone without silver fur and old badgers who stick their noses where they don't belong.

"Just give me the bandages and I'll go." I said quietly, my hands curling into tight fists. The old man shrugged and handed me the paper bag. Suspicious as usual, I checked inside the paper before heading outside.

To my horror, the car was absolutely empty. I almost dropped the paper bag and whirled, my heart thudding. What if we were found by rogues? Then I noticed a piece of paper tucked into the windscreen.

Shoping for cloths. Mayb disgiz so thay carnt recanize us.

Okay this note confirmed two things. The pack were idiots yet smart, and we needed an edumacation. I hate that. but they were right, we had money and we needed clothes and food and new looks.

I took a deep breath and walked straight through the double doors. This would be my death one day, a human mall. I started walking around until I found an information thing. I tapped the screen.

WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO
"Where's my family?"
I'M SORRY, I DO NOT KNOW THAT SHOP
"They are probably led by a guy with black hair and a leather jacket."
I'M SORRY, I DO NOT KNOW THAT SHOP
"Just tell me where I can find them."
I'M SORRY, I-
"You won't get a straight answer from that thing."

I whirled to see an old man. As I had said already, I hate old people. So I decided to talk to him like I had been talking to the machine.

"Where are my friends?"
"I don't know."
"They went clothes shopping. They like large empty places"
"Try Cloth Mart."

I turned back to the machine, and it gave me the map for Cloth Mart. The man adjusted his glasses and watched as I ran away as fast as possible for a human.

I found them cruising the women's pyjamas.

"Where have you guys been?" I snapped, surprising myself. "I thought you were in danger-"

I was cut off by Belle throwing a pair of tight denim jeans and a white tank top at me. My heart flipped, and I looked up at the seven hopeful faces.

"Fine. Shop till we drop." I said.