Author's Note:

I wasn't going to do this so soon, but I'm impatient. I don't have too much of it written, and my updates certainly won't be every day, and depending on my mood they might not even be once a week. But I've got a few chapters done now, and I wanted to start this, especially since you all keep mentioning it all the time. D Enjoy!!


For those of you who have just discovered this story, it is the sequel to Choosing Packs: Torn Loyalties. You might want to read that first if you want to feel up-to-date. D

Chapter 1

"Jennifer Wryzszczynski, would you mind giving us a few moments of your time?" The microphone was shoved into my face, and I had to fight not to grimace. This was what we wanted. Honest. If I was getting the publicity for 'community service', the rogues would notice us more. Honest.

"It's pronounced Vrysh-in-ski," I said. He'd actually tried to say it phonetically. I was just having too much fun with my new last name. When we'd decided to get me a new identity, I had told the boys I wanted something weird. Jeremy had suggested the alphabet listed above.

"Where the hell did you come up with that?" I'd asked.

He'd shrugged. "It was my boss's name before I was turned. It's kind of hard to forget."

And so I'd adopted it. It was plenty weird enough for me, and I figured I could have plenty of fun with it.

"And yes, I could spare a minute or two for a reporter such as yourself," I said, giving the young reporter my most radiant smile.

He looked down, and yes, that was a blush I saw creeping up his neck. I supposed I should stop flirting with him and answer whatever questions he wanted to ask.

"Miss ... Wryzszczynski." He said it slowly, but at least he got it right this time. "Might I ask what first inspired you to create such an impressive fund raiser for Last Chance Rescue?"

I nodded even though it was unnecessary. "Last Chance Rescue it a wonderful foundation, and I wish I could adopt several of their lost pets. However, I am allergic. I decided I wanted to help out in some other way, and I got the idea of having a race. Or run, depending on what you want to call it. People could bring their dogs along, and all the money earned from registering to run will go to the Rescue."

"And quite a turn-out you've achieved. Did you expect this many people to be interested?"

I looked around and smiled. "Truthfully, no. I only expected fifty or sixty people to show up. One hundred racers is truly amazing. If I can do this again next year I plan to set a goal of one-fifty." Jeremy was looking panicked at the registration desk. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm going to have to excuse myself. Much to do."

He nodded. "Thank you for your time, Miss Wryzszczynski. Maybe we can continue this conversation later?"

I smiled again. "Of course, Mister ... ?"

"William Smith. Cliché, I know. Just call me Will."

"Will Smith, huh? You don't plan to become a black actor, do you?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I'm no Willard. Don't worry. I won't be leaving this interesting article to show in Men in Black III."

"I'll see you later Will," I said, trying to sound happy about it. Then I headed over to join Jeremy and help him with registration. "Thanks for saving me. I hate reporters," I whispered.

He looked up at me briefly, then went back to filling out the form in front of him. "No, thank you. Here." He handed me a pile of numbers and some forms. "Put names and ages on the numbers and then hand them out. I've gotten so far behind." He moved on to the next number. "Where's Sylvan, anyway? I thought he was supposed to be helping me with this."

I tried the first pen, only to find that it didn't work. Three pens later I was able to start writing. "Sylvan is setting up the court, and Raul is selling shirts. You're pretty much on your own here."

"Why didn't we convince more of them to help out with this again?" he asked, almost growling.

I glanced up at the people waiting in line. This was so not the time to be having this conversation. "Because no one else wanted to help with this, Jeremy. They all have their own lives, believe it or not." The real reason was that we didn't want too many people to notice the sudden influx of residents in the Canton area. Ever since I'd taken over the pack, we'd been growing constantly. I was afraid people would start to notice if we did too much too fast.

"I still think we should have gotten more help for this. It's far too much work for the four of us."

I sighed. "We can talk about this later, Jeremy. For now, let's concentrate on catching up, okay?"

He nodded. "You're right. But next year we're getting more help."