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say, “This isn't a free show.” I had been staring... again.
    I crossed my arms and looked out the window. So he was going to play that game huh? I took a deep cleansing breath and struggled to not put my fist through the window.
    He left; I didn’t care where and it felt as if all the hate and animosity went with him. I obviously was not his favorite person. I decided I needed a long hot shower and stripped off my clothes on the way to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom I found my rifle… in about twenty-five pieces. I might have known how to shoot it but I didn’t know how to put it back together. I gave up after trying to puzzle a few small pieces together tossing some of them into the sink, the dense metal making a loud clatter against the porcelain.
    Ten minutes into my "long hot shower" the hot water ran out and I silently cursed him and climbed out of the unsteady plastic shower stall. I looked around the tiny room shivering only to discover all my towels were in the hamper in the kitchen and my clothes were scattered all over the floor in the living space. I could hear him puttering around outside the door so I waited another ten minutes trying to decide what to do next.
    I thought of telling him to leave again, but we both knew that wouldn't happen and that seemed like the end of my short list of options. I tried to remind myself that nudity to him, being a Born wolf was normal and it wouldn't affect him in the least, but since I was raised differently, and I use the term raised , loosely, I had a little stage fright.
    I took a deep breath and stomped out into the living room where he sat reading a book on my couch/bed. He looked up with a bored expression on his face, his eyes never leaving mine.
    "You used my last towel." I snapped; though the violent shivering probably made my anger lose a lot of its effect.
    He just shrugged and went back to reading.
    I went to the hamper and slammed the open lid shut and then kicked it for good measure. When I turned to face the back wall where my clothes hung I noticed the pole that served as a hanger for clothes was full, and I stared in horror at the fact that he had hung his stuff opposite my own. My hackles rose at his blatant disregard for my territory. He was being about as subtle as a shotgun when it came to his lack of respect for me, and my territory.
    I narrowed my eyes and made my way to the small square window on the rear wall. I pulled his stuff off the hangers and tossed them out one by one into the watery dirty melting snow, and freezing rain.
    He turned quickly, catching me in the process. "What the hell are you doing, woman?"
    Though I was still stark naked I hitched my chin and shrugged a response of my own before turning and throwing the last shirt through the open window.
    He growled and ran outside, slamming the door as he went. I couldn't help watching him as he stood barefoot in the snow, scooping his wet clothes off the ground. I got dressed quickly and ran to the door and locked it before he returned. There was an exasperated sigh from the other side before he twisted it open against its will, breaking the third doorknob of the day. His face was flushed with anger as he walked through and dropped his load of wet clothes onto the kitchen counter.
    "Go away." I warned. I may not have been able to throw him out physically but I could annoy the hell out of him ’til he left. I tried to ignore that somewhere deep inside I selfishly wanted him to stay but I was going nowhere fast and I’d only pull him down with me. Add this to the fact that I still didn’t know why he was even here and his leaving was the best option.
    He looked up at me and growled. "Without a pack, we die. Where's the dryer?" He snapped.
    I felt a twinge of guilt, "You're going to have to hang them." I pointed to the contraption hanging over the wood stove for clothes to be hung on.
    I watched him work for a while before I decided to help him pin the clothes in place.
    "What do you