Royce had had better days. The last time he woke up in such a haze, he had been fourteen and hungover. Little thanks to Rosemary. She had snuck them a few bottles from somewhere. He didn't dare ask where. The less he knew, the better. She took one and he took the other. They had never had alcohol before so their first tastes left something majorly to be desired. But Rosie kept taking another gulp, so he would, then she'd take another and he'd follow also and so on and so forth until, he guessed, they passed out in his bedroom with the bottles curled up to their chests like stuffed animals. The morning after was not pleasant. Royce made Rosemary promise never to make a habit of this. She solemnly sweared.
He didn't have as big of a headache as last time, although there was a significant pounding to the front of head. A loud banging against his temple that had finally went away after a couple of minutes, his blood rushing to get whatever was in his system out. When he finally managed to get the ringing out of his ears, he went to looking around and finding out where the hell he was. And he wasn't very happy when he did. Caged like a common dog. Kept with the rest of the riff-raff as if he was some threat. Which he was but he wasn't the type to just attack a human unprovoked. He didn't even go after other werewolves (unless it was that bastard Cain) or vampires, for that matter unless they started it first. Or unless Rosie started it and then he had to get her sorry ass out of there.
Speaking of the she-wolf, she took a whole lot longer to wake up than he did. It was hard to keep track of the time without a proper clock or a watch to look at on his wrist but he had to guess that they weren't out for very long. How had they gotten to this place anyway? Right. The accident. Royce growled in shame, snarling at himself for being so stupid. And if he knew Rosemary, she had probably followed him here. That was a comfort. At least he wasn't alone.
Although, so far, he hadn't had that bad of an experience. Sure he was in a dingy little cage (and he grumbled many times about it) but at least the humans were nice to him. Well, the one anyway. Charlie, she had said her name was, talked to him like he wasn't an animal. Like he was honestly a person. But maybe that reflected more on her mentality than her personality. He liked her though. She seemed to be nice.
But Royce had to know better. Not everything was what it seemed. He and Rosemary were living proof.
He was in the middle of a nap when he heard the commotion start outside. It didn't take long to figure out what was going on. A dog wash? Great. He quietly stayed in his cage, just resting and waiting for Rosemary to wake up so that they could get out of there. Charlie was nice and all but being confined to a cage after living free for all of his natural life was more than he could handle.
Imagine his surprise when the human named 'Jake' came to take him away. His nose scrunched up and he offered some resistance. A bath? What was he? Five? But posing a problem would only bring more problems. So he obliged the human and went along outside. Royce caught himself from growling when the human tied him up. Well, he didn't like it. But then, he realized who was supposed to be doing the washing. He would have laughed. Would have if it also wasn't incredibly embarrassing to have a girl give him a bath.