A/N: Say hello to my little friend! Or should I say, say hello to Arra Griffith story number 5? Either way here it is, summary included as always and I hope you enjoy the story as much as I do writing it.

Summary: 15 years has passed since Arra Griffith gave birth to a baby boy, Damon Nathaniel Griffith, the rebel among the Pack. So it's no surprise when Arra gets a call one day from Damon's principal saying that he's gotten into another fight, the second one this year and he's only been in the ninth grade for four months. But this time he takes it too far almost revealing what he is; a werewolf. A rebellious teenage son isn't all Arra's had to deal with. The police are another thing. They've still been on her tail. Being an assassin isn't helping the situation either. How can she protect her Pack and son, avoid the police and continue the job that she loves? Easy. By dying but she's not ready to die yet and won't go down without being ready. Things spiral out of control leaving Arra in a shit pile too big for even her to shovel.

Some Arra quotes I'll be using in the story: "Keep calling me bitch and I'll bite you." I stopped to think about that for a second. "Naw! I'll probably just shoot you." (A friend of mine, Mercurial Weather, came up with this one.)

"Why that little...I should've named him Damien instead since that means Devil because that is exactly what he was acting like right now! That's it! He's grounded!"

I'm not too sure if this will be the last story, I doubt it. It depends on if something pops into my head later on for a sixth story and I really hope something does. Enjoy. !Shadow!

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There were worse things in this world than me. I just eliminate them one by one. Sometimes in groups, depends on who's challenging me, the mood I'm in or how much I was getting paid for the job. If it was even a job that is. Sometimes people just want to kill me. I was hated, knew it, embraced it, loved it. Thank you, haters, for making me the center of your world!

Other than that, life wasn't so bad if you exclude the rebellious teenage son, the police and being an assassin. Oh, and let us not forget the little case of Ryder leaving. Yeah, what a jerk, right? I wanted to slap him but held myself in check and waited until he actually left before punching the wall. It's been seven years since then. The hole in the wall was still there. Blaine, one of the members in my Pack and also a carpenter, offered to fix it for free. I had held up my hand and said, "No, no. Leave it. It'll remind me later what I really wanted to slam there." Memories, huh?

Anyway, the Pack has been more careful about where they Change; at my house. I still live in the same house as before with the big patch of woods. I made it clear that if you were to Change, do it at my house. If I happened to get a call one day saying that they've figured us out, well, we were shit out of luck. But no one comes to my house except family and Pack members. Half of my Pack have friends that are humans because of their jobs. They aren't anti-social like I am.

There have been some cases where people have said they've spotted werewolves. Next thing they knew, they were on their way to a psych ward. That's the problem with humans; you see something out f the ordinary and, BAM, you're in a small white room trying to convince everyone you're not crazy. I've learned that I'm not crazy after all. Or so I think. Guess I'll just have to find out.

Other than all those problems, I'm not doing too bad myself. Once again, or so I think. Things are still pretty crazy, that'll never change. These past fifteen years, I've tried very hard not to be aggressive towards Damon because he's the definition of rebel. Ever since Ryder left, all Hell broke loose and Damon opened the door. That's okay.

The world's going to Hell and I'm still driving the bus.