Chapter one. - YEP THAT’S MY LIFE ---

I never realised how much my life would change once I met him. I always knew that I was in an arranged marriage, it was how I was brought up with stories of my handsome prince who’s father had saved mine. When I was little I liked the idea of being a princess, having a loving mate who would accept me even with my bizarre powers. Even for a werewolf I was glad that my mate existed and was already ready for me when the time came appose to me going and searching, I always thought it was ideal.
As I grew up I began to despise the idea, who wanted to go off and get married at 18 I wanted to go touring with my band ‘a howl in the night’ I wanted to hang out with my best friends Freddie and George and eventually I wanted to become a art and music teacher. As I’ve already mentioned we are werewolves a concept you’re probably familiar with from all the recent movie releases. Well we’re a little different, it is something passed down through the generations, some of us have special powers and we can turn whenever we want. Its not just ruled by alphas and their females there are occasional cases where someone is born omega, they’re naturally rebellious and don’t take kindly to others authority where people naturally swarm to them for a kind soothing presence they have been known to have a mischievous side.
Yeah well I’m an omega, my father is the alpha of our small pack of twenty and I was a pain in the butt to bring up, an alpha who was used to being listened to having someone who was completely oblivious to orders as an infant. Freddie and George are really cool, they’re the sons of my fathers beta and are non identical twins. They have some pretty cool powers but they function best when together, apart they’re as useful as any other wolf. We’ve been friends since kindergarten when they got into a fight. A big kid decided it was funny to pick on them for having different eyes, they were so close to snapping and letting there wolves free so I stepped in. I could already control my change as omega and my powers helped a bit. I sent a sharp commanding look in their direction which stopped there change and then I walked towards the bully who was still laughing at them and punched him square in the jaw. I embraced the brothers and told them who I was and who my daddy was, we’ve been friends ever since. They play drums and base in my band. As an omega I get on better with guys then girls and as a werewolf I have a smoking body which helps in some situations and less so in others.
I’ve got another 3 months left of high school and then my fiancé will come and collect me and will take me off to teach me how to act like a ‘proper young lady’ and a princess. Yuck.


I’ve decided to make the most of the next few months I’m both smart and telepathic so I don’t need to bother studying for exams so this is all about fun for me.
Today will be one of the best days ever, me and the guys are ditching school and going to the beach a lot of werewolves don’t like water but we do. We’re going to take the 3 hour drive down there with our surfboards and then sit on the beach with coco and marshmellows. I LOVE MARSHMELLOWS!
“Freddie give over I want to drive!!” I wail at Freddie as both him and George push me out from the front of the car and put me in the back.
“Tara you don’t have your license yet and we don’t want to get pulled over so stop being such a baby and just sit still until we get there!” I hate it when they do that twin thing, y’know the whole we can say exactly the same thing at the same time nonsense. The truly irritating thing is knowing I’m stronger then them, knowing that all I had to do was ask and they’d submit to me as their omega but then what would be the point of having friends?
“Oh and Damien is coming” They muttered hoping that I wouldn’t hear them but hello I’m a werewolf. I haven’t mentioned Damien yet have I? well he’s a jerk, in fact he’s my least favourite person. The guys half wolf half shifter and is pretty much the biggest show off ever, plus he’s the biggest player in our school…and the guys cousin.
“What!” I snapped, “He is not coming with us! You know how I feel about that douche, this is supposed to be our day! Why should I let him tag along?”
“He just broke up with his girlfriend Tara and was looking pretty glum so we invited him, please Tara don’t make us reject him” and then they hit me with the puppy dog eyes, and I mean puppy dog eyes. A part of me hurt at the idea of any rejection, that was the omega part that linked me to the emotional cortex of any member of species but the other part remembered the time when Damien stole my bra and then continued to ridicule my ‘abnormally large breasts.’
Growling I agreed to let Damien stay so long as he didn’t hit on anyone whilst at the beach.
Oh and there he is, just sauntering down towards my mustang, which I was not allowed to drive, looking totally heart broken in those denim shorts and flip flops.
“Hey dudes, when we gonna get this show on the road and get down to the beach and babe fest.” yes, this is the ignoramus I will be spending the next 3 hour drive with. Oh joy.
“Hey Damien, how are you? I’m fine thanks for asking?”
“Hey Tara, don’t worry your pretty little self I wasn’t ignoring you. I’m alright omgea but I gotta say a part of me is hurting still but you could help that…” he looked at me biting that lower lip of his and staring at me lust filled in his eyes.
I don’t know what possessed me to read those sick thoughts of his. oh my god she looks so fucking fine in her bikini, skins so soft and those eyes I’d do anything to have those eyes look down on me whilst she rides my…”
Okay so the guy is pretty sick, I don’t know where he got the idea that I was another one of his play things. What exactly does he think an omega does? Throw herself and any guy? I know I went through a phase but that was when my new powers were coming in and I couldn’t control that.
“I know Damien, and as omgea I feel a pull towards you, a need to please you to make you feel bliss.” I murmur into ear as I sling my leg across his lap. I breath across his neck and allow him to inhale my scent, I begin to ride his crotch as I trace one hand down his abs towards his button on his shorts. My other hand is tangling in his hair and I crush my lips in to his, which he devours hungrily. I have to admit I was enjoying this, yeah I was being a bitch playing with him but who the hell does he think he is? Apart from an amazing kisser.
He began to thrust with his hips upwards trying to increase both his and my pleasure before I travelled my lips towards his jugular and placed a very small kiss upon it. He groaned my name and I felt him release himself before I untangled myself from his grasp.
“Glad I could make you feel better…you may want to change your shorts.” I spoke in utter distaste and but could feel him whine at the edge of my consciousness.

The guys were laughing hopelessly at their cousin and he sat there staring in the other direction, his shorts sodden with signs of his affection. I felt guilty almost.

We continued the journey with me joking about with the guys and Damien sitting there all miserable.
“All right I can’t stand all the negativity coming from you! You know that whatever you guys are feeling I feel and Damien you’re the biggest broadcaster of them all so quit moping.” I snapped at them I know, but its difficult not having to deal with only your messed up thoughts and emotions but theirs too.
“What’s a broadcaster?” Damien asked, the first thing he’s said since the incident.
“Y’know that guy on the radio who always tries to talk over the presenter? They’re super loud and always feel there opinion should be heard first?”
“Yeah…”
“Well that’s a broadcaster, you just happen to be a hell of a lot louder then the others and I can’t help but tune into your station sometimes, and dude you need to keep a check on those thoughts of yours.”
“What, so you just go snooping in my mind!! That’s private Tara!”
“Not for me its not, and it wouldn’t matter anyway because you always speak your mind! Literally its boring having to hear everything twice!”
“Well I didn’t give you permission to snoop, I don’t say everything your highness, if I said everything I’d tell you that you haven’t a clue about how to run a small pack! That I hate the idea of you going away and marrying one of the most power guys in the super world and that the power you gain by association will friggin ruin you!”
I wasn’t even given a chance to say anything when Damien shifted into an eagle and flew off. I had never seen Damien shift into anything else but a wolf, he tends not to on the reserve. I had to say the eagle was magnificent, its beak and talons were as beautiful as any wolves pelt, its feathers held a stealy edge which made them gleam in the sunlight but it was all too soon before he was out of sight.

Chapter 2-----A REALITY CHECK------

“You guys know I didn’t want any of this right?” I looked at up at my two best friends, at some point we must have stopped the car and pulled over, my lips were dry and I could feel my eyes had been leaking…as my father says those born from alpha blood don’t cry.
“We know Tara, you’d be great anyway we wouldn’t want anyone else in our minds.”
“Yeah Tara, everyone loves you and it’s not for your powers and its not for your hot body.”
Wait a minute that was weird, that was two voices! Did Freddie and George just take turns to speak! Freeeeaaaakkkyy…
“Errr thanks guys…but nobody likes my powers they’re too different from other wolves, if it wasn’t for my dad they’d have made me rouge.”
“Yeah well we’d fight for you, we want you to stay. Even if they did kick you out you wouldn’t be rouge cos we’d come with you and make our own pack.” They smiled at me, talking back in unison- the familiarly was comforting. “And sides Tara you know you’re not the only different one in the pack.”
“yeah I know, we’re all different some have powers some don’t. Some have white fur, others brown. Some can shift at birth others not until they mate.”
“Actually we were talking about Damien, he’s part shifter. He doesn’t really fit in with the pack and he hasn’t even met his mum under pack law. There is no one else of his kind and wherever he is he’s pretending. Pretending to be human, or wolf, he can’t just be.”
“I never really thought of that before.”
“Yeah we know, we thought you guys would hit it off when we were little, and you did before he played that practical joke.”
“That practical joke was stupid and an invasion of my privacy.”
“Yeah…well it wasn’t exactly his idea…”
“What!”
“Well I mean it was just for a laugh, we were gonna give it back we just wanted to know what was there. So we got Damien to fly up there and take it, just when you caught him he took the blame for us…He never wanted to do any of it.”
“Oh…You guys are dicks!”
I was weirdly miffed with my friends, I knew they used to be a little obsessed with me I’ve even kissed both of them before hoping that one of them would be my mate and I could get out of the marriage. To no success. But that’s not the point, when I went through my ’new power’ stage I became perhaps a little too sexually eager and I was willing to give anything with the guarantee of pleasure. I just couldn’t stand the idea that my friends where in a small way taking advantage of that.
I began to feel this swelling in my heart. It was pounding against my ribs causing me to gasp. I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of my heart. I could see Freddie and George rush towards me, faces looking concerned and scared. I howled as my bones snapped and mended into my wolf shape, it was almost like my first change feeling a sense of both pain and relief. As soon as I was at home in my wolf I fainted. My world consumed by darkness…I knew what was happening, I’d just gotten a new power and this one was something strong.

When I woke up I wasn’t in my own bed, I wasn’t even in my house or any other place that I could recognise. What I did recognise was the sound of the ocean…we’d made it? They carried on to the sea, so what is this the beach house? The tanned panels on the ceiling and sand painted walls are consistent with the idea of a couples elope.
I couldn’t see Freddie or George anywhere. My body felt almost stiff in its human shape but I was all to tired to shift into wolf form again.
Stepping out of the beach house I became enchanted by the waves. They were crashing down upon the sand and it was both giving and taking material from the shore, the perfect equilibrium. I felt a pull towards them and as I allowed my feet to fall in the sea I realised I was no longer at the edge of the water but now I was waist deep, another blink and I was under. My wolf eyes barley able to make out the light from the surface. I began to panic, a blue light surrounding my body and I made a mistake…I screamed.
It was a mistake but not what you’d expect. Water didn’t rush into my lungs instead I felt it part around me. The shock of what just happened caused me to gasp again, and the waves came crashing down…darkness returned.

Chapter 3---A CRUEL TWIST OF FATES---


“Breath, Come on wolf girl. Breath.” I could feel hands on my chest and I realised what was going on, someone was trying to bring me back to life. But I wasn’t dead…
I decided then would be a good time to open my eyes but when I did I was blinded by the sun. A couple of blinks later and my vision cleared to reveal a boy. Only it wasn’t a boy it was very much a man. Who knew I was a wolf.
“Thanks errr”
“Eric.”
“Huh?”
“That’s my name.” He was grinning at me, probably laughing on the inside at to how stupid I was acting.
“Oh well it’s nice to meet you Eric.”
“S’alright Tara, I couldn’t very well let you drown now could I?”
I looked out into the waves, they were now gently washing up the beach, almost as if nothing happened. I suppose you’re wondering why I wasn’t shocked that this handsome stranger new my name? Simple. I have changeable tatoos, its one of my powers I can change the appearance of things or myself. All I needed was to go to the tatoo artist and get him to draw a blob of black and my body would change that to whatever I wanted without the pain. Sometimes however my powers get incorporated and shows me one using the other so when I was knocked unconscious in order to survive the black blob turned into my name and ranking in my pack. Once you knew that you’d realise its probably best not to let me die, pretty sure the royals would be pissed off to lose their future daughter in law.
I hmmed at him “So Eric what pack are you from? I’d like to give my thanks to your alpha…”
“The Hungstain pack, just a little north of here, and since my father passed a few months ago I’m alpha”
“I’m sorry I didn’t know Alistar was deceased…How did it occur?”
“Ah don’t worry it wasn’t painful or anything, he just went hunting and when he went to claw a deer a buck came out charging and knocked him into a tree. The tree broke a couple of ribs and broke his spine. He just kind of died after that. Not the heroes death he’d have wanted but y’know…”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m..so…sorry….I can’t….help…it.” I managed to get out words between spats of laughter. And to my surprise he wasn’t offended he started laughing to.
“I know who’s heard of an alpha werewolf being taken out by a buck and a tree!”
“You can’t make this shit up.” I agreed with him enthusiastically.
At the end of our laughter we were sprawled out on the beach sand pretty much everywhere…and I mean everywhere which prompted my next move.
“Hey, its getting pretty dark and we’re pretty mucky…Come back to the beach house? Meet my friends and grab a shower and we’ll come back out and make a bonfire.”
“Sure, sounds cool.”
We made our way back to the beach house to be greeted with a worried looking Freddie and George.
“Hey guys, this is Eric alpha of Hungstain he saved my life- make him welcome whilst I go shower…”
Leaving them looking a mixture of angry, confused and concerned I left on a hunt for the bathroom and strawberry scented shampoo.
I stripped off my clothes and stood in front of the mirror trying to spot something different about me but I couldn’t. My frame was still slim and muscular, breasts large, hair dark, eyes bright…lips looking slightly chapped but they were mine.
Making a gesture with my hand towards the tap it turned on and water gushed out of the shower head. Out of all my powers I love telekinesis the best, it’s the key to me getting away with being so lazy. Only thing is Freddie and George don’t know about it, neither does my father- when it came into play I decided to keep it to myself as these powers were getting a little bit too much like witchcraft.
The hot water soaked down my body, washing away the sand and muck from it. My hands traced my stomach and over my breasts with the showergel lathering it into bubbles. My hair was knotted and tangled but fell loose under the torrents of water the strawberry scent was delicious and set me off on the cravings. I could still feel a slight tightening in my stomach from the new mystery power but my sex drive wasn’t outa control so I’d live.
I could hear the guys and Eric laughing together in the living room and so decided to stay a little longer in the shower. Whilst in their I started to sing…no song in particular just words that popped out of my mouth.
“Oh strength of fire and flame, from the earth come forth and rise again. The moon shall shine upon your wits until the puzzle pieces fit. Water shall calm your soul the wolf shall hunt out for the truth. Air shall make a heart at home and spirit is for which you are known.” The more I repeated it the more I started to realise.
a) it was really bad lyrics.
b) I didn’t think it was lyrics it sounded to familiar and prophecy like.

I had made prophecies before but my father decided it was again an unfair power to have in the pack and so anything I predict must stay to myself else we may try and divert and change the future. So this just went into that little file marked for whatever apocalypse comes next and I set it away.
I sniffed out my clothes but couldn’t be bothered with wearing anything fancy so just put on a pair of shorts and a ‘sticky tee’ the body clingers tops that show every curve. It’s the comfiest thing to shift from wolf to human and back in so I’ve got maybe a dozen of them at home.
I emerge back into the living room to see the boys playing on xbox. Omg this has got to be the best beach house ever, I wish I could just stay here for the next three months.
“Hey cool can I play?”
The boys looked at me and glared. “You ruin it…you always pull out some sneaky cheat code up and never tell us what it is.”
“Do not!”
“Do too.”
“Do not!” my voice was getting embarrassingly high pitched so I coughed and got it back down to hearing level. I mean human hearing level.
“Here have my remote…” Eric reached out passing me the controller. I took it from him and smiled sending him warm feelings through the omega bond.
“Thank you…Err do you mind if I sit on you? That chairs got odd stuffing in it?”
“Erm I could just go sit on it for you and you could have my seat?”
“But then you’d be uncomfortable too…I promise I don’t weigh that much.” I begged Eric with the puppy dog eyes, the guys aren’t the only ones who can do it.
“Yeah Eric man she doesn’t weigh much at all…its all boob weight any how.” Okay I’m starting to thing Freddie is the doucheir of the two, every time he speaks on his own its about my body. George shot me an apologetic look and both him and Eric hit Freddie around the head.
Eric looked at me and gestured to his lap. Giggling I sat on it and started to wop the boys butts at xbox. Perhaps I should have been more concerned about what I was doing with my butt and not the boys because my thoughts slowly drifted into another’s.
>oh crap, she’s got to stop doing that but I don’t want her to stop…You can’t though man she’s your…<
I then became all too aware of Erics little friend settled right in the curve of my butt. Little friend isn’t really the right term there either as Eric certainly was not little. Of course thinking this was not helping the horny-new power thing and I was beginning to feel a bit hot.
“Hey do you guys want to go back out onto the beach only another 4 hours till sunrise?”
“Yeah..Omg this means marshmellows.” The guys screamed the last part where Eric looked worried. Okay well his little problem can be fixed with a pillow and me moving my butt else where. Concentrating on the controller I shifted it into a cushion, it was pretty and green with a wolf on it. I handed it to Eric and he took it gratefully and confused.
“I’m just gonna grab the snacks and my guitar and we’ll be out in ten…get something warm on guys…”
They sniggered and all three shouted in unison. “We don’t need to we’re woooollvvveeesss” It was a silly joke that somehow leaked from our parents and into us. Plus of parenting a werewolf we don’t get cold very easily meaning we don’t get ill easily so you don’t need to pamper us so much. Negative of being a werewolf, not being able to get ill diminishes your ability to take time off school and watch cheesy daytime tv.


Chapter four- A TASTE OF FREEDOM

Nipping into the kitchen I laid eyes on my baby.
There you are…well don’t you look beautiful…I don’t know what I’d do without you n’aww honey you’re my life, I’ll never find another one like you. I cooed at my guitar. It was my grandfathers, I never met him. Alphas don’t die often they usually retire but from what I can make out from pack history there was a war and my grandfather was one of the casualties. I named the guitar after him though, ‘Leo’ I thought it was a good name for a guitar it was strong, elegant and majestic. I cradled the body of Leo like he really was my baby and I stroke gently across the strings letting them hum with life.
Music is a talent for me, its not like my powers I’m not gifted in them. I worked so hard to play guitar, and then I’ve took singing lessons most of my life. Sure the werewolf thing means I’m ambidextrous but it was me. I was born with the ambition to create music and it took a long time before I could but it’s the only achievement I’ve ever made without any unfair advantage.
Snacks? That’s right I said I was going to get snacks as well…So that’s Doritos for Freddie, popcorn for George and MARSHMELLOWS for me. I don’t know what Eric likes but most people like Doritos so I grab another bag and head back out into the living room.
I skip back and arrive with a flourish “Right so you guys are ready?”
“Yep” they all say and so I grab Freddie and Georges hands and pull them from the couch then I frown at Eric as he remains seated. He looks back at me and I feel my frown lessen and colour flush into my cheeks. ^.^ is there a reason you’re still sitting down? ^.^
I sent him a little telepathic message. I saw him physically jump a little and then reply /I was just thinking about my dad…he would have really liked you/ I blushed again and then seeing as my hands were still occupied I offered him my foot to get up.
“You Tara are bonkers.” He grinned at me as the guys laughed but still took the foot. The full moon would be tomorrow, I think we could all feel the energy seep into our skin.

“Oh to the kings of wolves, I wish you well. I hope that life is fruitful. To thank thee for all I have. Is love of my brother. Oh brother wolf don’t stray to far. Our packs are strong and mighty. We should not fight but to protect our alpha lines live on. Our mates, our soul united again. Our hearts are homes and wolves. A pack is home we share one heart we live our lives as wolves…” that was Freddie he plays guitar beautifully but completely lacks with the voice and choice of words.

He passed the guitar to me with an almost apologetic look on his face and I nodded in return and started to strum along singing a moon lullaby. The boys howled along, their wolves escaping them a little but I didn’t mind, it only added to the power of the song.
Eventually the song finished and both Freddie and George had black eyes, a sign that their wolves were looking out of them begging for release. Placing my guitar onto the sand I trod towards them slowly, allowing my feet to sink into the sand. I shifted my consciousness into my sister wolf, she was me and I was her I hear its different for me than others yet another way to be a freak. I was literally the perfect mixture it’s a different part of myself others have conflicts with their human and wolf sides.
Dispite this I could show more wolfish behaviour then normal to make others more comfortable during the shift. I stroked the boys faces and exhaled a small whimper granting the wolves peace before granting the boys permission to change off of pack ground. You needed a wolf in an official position to determine that it was safe and that you weren’t going against pack law. They yelped at me and shifted, the short squishy noise later and in front of me were two bronze and black patched wolves. Swiping my hand away I let them go and returned to my makeshift seat of the boys jackets and picked up Leo once more.
The next song I played was slow and sad and in all honesty I lost myself in it. I wrote it shortly after my first kill in wolf form, I didn’t mean to kill the deer, it didn’t help that I then watched bambi at school. The song described bambis life, what could have been the dancing movement through the trees and the reality of a cruel ending. I had by this time forgotten about Eric and tears were silently streaming across my face.
He reached forwards his rough hands brushing the tears away /beautiful…/ his hands felt so good against my face, the sent little shivers down and across my skin.
I kissed him.
He gasped and for a second I thought he was going to pull away but it was only a moment before it turned into a growl. His lips crashed against mine and we wrestled for dominance, not always a bad thing and expected with him being an alpha.
He kissed his way down my neck until he tore at my top sucking my nipple into his mouth and rolling it around. I moaned in ecstasy. Pulling him back up to my mouth and bit his lip drawing a little blood. My own hands travelled downwards undoing his belt as he slipped his hands down my shorts. I pushed my hips to meet his hands and I was purring. Yes purring I was ashamed I’m not a lion-shifter. We spent a while like that before he entered me but as he did he roared I moulded my mind with his own so that he could feel the pleasure he was giving me. /mine..mine…mine…mine…I’m sorry./ that was the last thing I heard his mind say before we both fell into a deep slumber.


Chapter 5-A RUDE AWAKENING

The next morning I was rudely awoken by Freddie and George pulling me from Erics arms. I struggled furiously before I realised myself the truth of what happened last night.
It sucks to say it because I really liked Eric but he was an alpha and as much as I appreciated the care he took for me I wouldn’t be able to spend any more then this week with him.
I got up on my own and the boys looked at me pointedly slightly gaping but my nakedness didn’t bother me currently. I missed the feeling of Erics arms already, the taste of his tongue and the feel of his breath against my neck.
The beach house didn’t feel as nice as it had previously it felt empty yet disturbed, as if someone had been here. I growled and shifted starting the patrol around the house sniffing out the intruder. I found the source of the scent but it wasn’t a person. It was a letter…bearing the royal seal…


My Dearest Tara,
I apologise any inconvenience this may cause however we require your presence at the palace in 3 days and not 3 months. Unfourtunate circumstances have been sensed by our seers and we must insist that you spend the remaining time before your 18th birthday under the protection of our land and guards. Not to fret, I’m sure you’re capable of fending for yourself but for the safety of our minds and my sons heart we hope you will comply with little resistance.
We have already spoken with your father and he has agreed to the change of terms and has arranged for your possessions to be transferred prior to your arrival.
We look forward to seeing you again Tara, it has been to long…
Yours in loyalty King Rupert and Queen Silver of the werewolf clan.

Damn.
This sucks utter and complete camel hump! I don’t want to have to go now. I whimpered and crawled underneath the table Freddie and George came along in wolf form and licked my muzzle for comfort. I lay there like that with them for the next few hours.
Eventually I got up and showered once more, I dressed in black ripped skinny jeans and a leather black corset.

Chapter 6--WE’RE OFF TO SEE THE KING AND QUEEN OF WEREWOLVES, THE WONDERFUL MONARCHY…

I wrote a note of my own to Eric, explaining what happened and where I was going, apologising. I signed it with love Tara and a X. Tears also stained the paper.
I left it there in that house, the house where I had a glimpse of what could have been.
I dropped the car off at my mechanics on the way leaving it with mac and picked out my mustang. I loved this car, its red leather interior hadn’t faded since it had been bought it was perfection.
We drove in silence for a while, the boys insisted on joining me on my last long hall drive saying I’d be bored stiff without them. They didn’t try and stop me though, I knew they couldn’t…No one could deny the royal decree, except me. I knew I had the power in me to turn around and drive back to the beach house but a large part of me knew it was my responsibility who was I to deny that now?
The stereo blared out wheatus, weezer, boyslikegirls and numerous other pop punk bands. I sang along with them for the last hour of the drive. It was supposed to be a three day trip but we made it in a 18 hour straight drive. I don’t need to take breaks and I don’t care for speed limits, sides I could use my powers to ensure that we didn’t get any red lights.
The palace wasn’t as grand as you’d think, its simply the name of the Victorian manor.
Most wolves have large amounts of land and space, it was needed to host pack meetings but this was the house that joined the packs so it was in that respect huge although I reckon it could cram up pretty quickly.
I waved my hand and the gates opened. The boys looked at me shocked but I figured I might as well share my last secret with them…
Driving up the length to the house I ditched the keys and did what I had been rehearsing for my whole life… I opened the big old wooden doors and called out
“Oh honey I’m home!”
My announcement was greeted with a chuckle of acknowledgement.
“Well that was apparent…honey.”
I swivelled round to the source of the noise and I’ve got to say it was not what I expected.
The face I recognised from the pack papers, this was Prince Oscar except he looked different. His hair was longer now, his legs draped in jeans with ripped knees and not ‘posh boy chinos’ his top was a metallica band tee and it. Looked. Hot.
He sniggered at my reaction and then looked at Freddie and George who were nervously looking at the ground.
/Oh shit here it comes/ /Tara forgive us/ I barely had time to register their thoughts before I heard what was going on outside the heads.
“Dudes you have no idea how much I have missed you, I’ve left your rooms exactly as they were when you left. We’ll catch up later, theirs a new game room you can ‘try’ and beat my highscores.” It ended with a man hug.
I stood there both shocked and stunned. My friends? Wait no…His friends.
The old life was a fantasy, I knew everybody was afraid of me and I had no idea that the two I trusted myself with were only my friends out of duty to their prince. Who they are apparently majorly chummy with.
“Come on Tara, you’ve got to be starving and if you want to squeeze some grub in before my parents spot you we’ve got to hurry.”
He shifted his head in the direction of a door on the far left of the entrance hall and I reluctantly started shuffling towards it.
“Right well seeing as you’re still moping I’ll do all the talking…Don’t call me Oscar, I hate that name call me Oz. The whole marriage thing not my idea of fun, and trust me if it was my choice I’d quite happily live my life alone…perhaps settling into my own pack one day. I just turned 18 last month…” he turned to look at me expectantly so I inputted
“Happy Birthday” sad thing is I meant it. The soul mate principle really screws up your genuine emotions and he knew it, being an omega meant I wasn’t quite so ass kissing as other wolves would have been but it was still out of character for me.
He nodded in response and started getting out numerous things from the cupboards of their lavish kitchen. The walls were painted a royal blue and the grand oven a jet black, around the outskirts of the room it was furnished with large fridges and other doors presumably leading to stock rooms. It was only when my nose twitched did I notice that I had been daydreaming once more, the twitching was a response to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes with a small marshmellow and some syrup drizzled over it.
One plate was being offered towards me by Oz and I took it gratefully. He jumped back almost as soon as I went for the plate dropping it making me dart forward to ensure it didn’t crack as it hit the floor. I shot him a look of annoyance and for a moment I thought I saw guilt flash through his eyes.
We sat at opposite sides of the table and I tucked in. I have to say this food was delicious, I know who’ll be doing the cooking in this arrangement. I’ll do the…eating?
“I didn’t expect you to be like this…” I looked up startled at the voice that felt so familiar yet alien.
“Well you’re not exactly what I expected either.” he nodded again, took another bite of his pancakes and then putting his dishes in the sink turned and said,
“They told me you were funny, bright, warm and yet fierce. That you were strong and determined, loyal to your pack or even any wolf that you met. They told me that you were confident and had the most beautiful singing voice. They said your power frightened you and made you feel as though you didn’t belong, as though people looked at you differently.”
“Who to you mean by they?”
“Fredric and Georgric, though they told me they prefer the names you gave them and insisted I called them that appose to their own names the first summer they returned.”
Freddie and George always disappeared in the summer, they told me they helped out their grandmother but now I know otherwise…they were with him.
“Just how much did they tell you?”
“Enough to make me think that you might understand…”
“Understand?”
“Why I need you as a mate, why I struggle to make friends who weren’t originally bought up in the palace. People are scared of me, scared of the power my name gives me and of my powers.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, rich kid scenario seriously? I grew constantly hiding my wolf from humans, hiding my powers from wolves and denying, trying so hard to deny my powers. What powers could this guy have that makes him so threatening.
“yeah like your powers are so formidable.” I scoffed.
“I can do things no one else knows about, but you’ll know once we’re mated, you’ll know my closeted secrets.”
“Well I’m sorry to burst your bubble but we’re not mating any time soon, you may be my mate in my soul but you haven’t won my heart yet.”
He looked at me as though I’d just scolded a child… “What are your powers then?” he asked looking deep into my eyes as though trying to pull the truth out of me, it wasn’t until I truly looked back at his that my heart did little flips in my chest.
“I’ve never really made a list of them…I’m a telepath, I get little glimpses of the future though I never force them…I, I can sense the world around me, the nature and if I want to I can talk to animals. Sometimes the weather changes with my mood and I’m strong and can go really fast. When I was five I really wanted to go on this fair ground ride, the human tender said I was too small but I complained an complained and eventually I just told him that I deserved to go on…he just let me…”
“Wait! You went alpha on a human?”
“It wasn’t quite like that, it was as if he wanted to believe me. I didn’t order him I just persuaded him…my powers used to crop up like that all the time. There are more of them but I try not to talk about them”
“I get it don’t worry…” he flashed me a little smile and I laughed at him forgetting almost where I was.
“You know you’re cooler then the pack papers make out, they described you as a posh boy who liked posh boy things like playing polo.” the smile was suddenly wiped off of his face and his eyes suddenly turned menacing and defensive…
“What the hell is wrong with polo?!”
I recoiled instantly and drew my impartial face on which alphas recognised as blank. If an alpha can not control something they attack it but with omegas its like they simply can’t see the objection and defiance and just see the reasoning. If it wasn’t for the omega look I would have had my butt kicked a long time ago.
His face suddenly went very calm… “Huh I guess there’s no kidding with you, you seriously are a omgea then?”
I shifted back into a reality pose and looked straight into his eyes, some alphas had issues with the omgea, my father I’ve already mentioned Eric was the first that accepted it. A part of me ached as I thought of Eric and where I might be right now…
“Cool.” and that was it, no issues of dominance, you’d have thought the prince and a future alpha would’ve had more of a problem with retaliation.
“huh?” I asked him honest confusion was apparent on my face.
“You’re going to make things more interesting around here…I like interesting.” With that he got up and winking at me went to grab the door, presumably to start a tour of this gigantor house.

Chapter 7-MEETING THE PARENTS.

Is it me or did the Prince just inadvertently tell me he liked me? I still didn’t know what to make of him, if I was any other wolf I would have jumped his bones by now. A part of me realised he was my soul mate, that I felt fuller somehow when I was with him but something was still missing. I assumed that would fill when we completed the bond…which isn’t really something I should be thinking about especially if there are any telepaths in the building.
Jumping out of my reverie I went after the Prince who had already gained several meters in front of me…
His scent was warm but there were several other things in this house which I wasn’t quite certain of, especially his parents, whom I met next after walking into the dining hall. Of course much like I was with Oz I wasn’t really aware of what the royals would look like when they weren’t being followed by the media. So when I walked into the room and saw two people that didn’t look a day over thirty dressed in jeans and trainers I didn’t think, oh they must be the royals and I walked right by them. Only when I looked at Oz and saw the similarity between their faces and his did it click.
I swore violently then stumbled in my apology and knocked over a vase. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as it was falling to the floor the Queen made a shrieking noise and I realised I could stop it, I didn’t have to make a complete and utter fool of myself. I raised my hand and it simply flew back upwards…Of course they were a little stunned but I seemed to be revealing my telekenis to everyone nowadays so whats the big difference of my soon to be in laws.
“Sorry about that…” I mumbled, knowing that they could hear me, and I plucked the vase out of the air and placed it on the table.
The King, or Rupe as he asked me to call him, was the first to snap out of his trance like state. “Oh, it’s quite alright dear, no harm no foul.”
Oz chuckled as he moved his hand in front of his mothers eyes rapidly, trying to evoke a response. Somehow his chuckle made me feel the humour in the situation and I began to laugh as well. Soon enough both me and Oz were clutching our stomachs and panting trying to reach the floor before we ran out of oxygen. Rupe made a blurring movement and I snapped out of my own fits of laughter and hissed at him. Then realising he was rushing to catch his wife who had passed out I withdrew into the submissive character that was demanded by any who wasn’t an alpha. Of course it was an appearance and not actually true to my personality but it made other people feel more comfortable around me.
As he cradled his wife in his arms he spoke to me, looking directly into my eyes, challenging me, but I didn’t look away. “You’ve grown up a lot Tara, you’re a lot more rebellious then you used to. I suggest you take care to keep yourself in check, not to the degree that you feel repressed but it may help my wife feel more comfortable during the transition of this marriage.”
I could remember small memories of the King visiting me as a child, he was always so friendly towards me, much more so then the Queen however he would never really play properly as if he was afraid. The idea of a transition made it sound all to formal, like it was playing a part in something much bigger then I liked. I mean yeah I was going to become a ‘princess’ but in reality all it was, all I thought it was, is two teenage werewolves who were mates and had to complete the bond perhaps a little too quickly then I’d like.
“It’s not rebellion dad, its Tara. She’s omega and interesting…” Oz seemed to struggle saying the next bit and then I realised why. His eyes had gone black, his neck twisted slightly and he was looking directly at me “And. MINE” The dominance in his voice made even me quiver a little bit, but the level of protectiveness in his wolves voice made me feel happy, aroused almost.

Interlude--HOLY FRIED CHICKEN!

Oz leapt at me, his body suddenly looking all to determined at its target. Wolves sometimes have this overwhelming urge when they find their mates. It’s a way of making sure the bond is created, I’ve already said I’m different but the urges are still there, sensibility and lack of willingness to part with a part of my own soul made sure that I remained unmated for the while. Rupe was unable to respond and for a short while I thought that this was it. Oz was about to rape me, even if he was my mate it would most certainly make me hate him. I shut my eyes ever so briefly unable to move, frozen with fear. When I didn’t feel a bite of pain against my neck, or my clothes ripping I realised he never reached me. Confusion momentarily blinded me as I saw Freddie and George holding back Oz, they wouldn’t last for long against an alpha. Oz was desperately snapping at the two of them, he was on the verge of shifting and ripping apart the guys. Which was why they were screaming at me “RUN, For petes sake Tara. RUN! He’ll calm once you’re gone. JUST RUN AND HIDE. JESUS WOMAN MOVE!”
And so I did, busting open doors a head of me I ran. Trying to find a place where I would feel safe I ran. I could hear Oz howl and it was apparent he wasn’t calming down. I needed a shield, something to mask my scent from him. A pulling in my gut lead me outside and across the courtyard and right to the edge of a small lake. I paused, puzzled, the surface seemed so calm but I could feel a voice. I know you don’t ‘feel’ voices but I wasn’t hearing it, I just knew it was there. ^I’ll take care of you, until you are ready. We’ll protect you Tara elemental, we’ll keep you safe^ I looked back to the main door and saw Oz covered in people trying to hold him back, yet some how still making his way towards me. I took a more elegant leap of faith as I trod into the lake and slowly submerged myself in the water.

It was comfortable here, I couldn’t hear the outside world. I could breath quite easily and I found myself moving to wherever I wanted to go without having to move. Tara elemental is what the water had called me. Elementals had died out centuries ago, sure you had the odd supernatural who could control one or two of them but with water added that made me able to control earth, air and this made it three. I never really paid attention to the elements I controlled, mostly because I never really controlled them I just found they tended to help me out when I needed it. Elements aren’t supposed to be controlled, they’re like people in that sense, you need to treat them with respect and care.
I was scared almost of this new power. I felt like I was ready to burst at the seems of my body, its not ready to cope yet, its not grown enough.
I allowed myself to get lost in the water, slowly I sunk to the bottom of the lake and I stayed there until I felt calm once again.

Something was changing in the outside world, I could feel the water pushing me out whispering to me that it was time. I felt the earth lift me out and something warm embrace me. Something wet kept dripping onto my face and I realised I was being carried, my eyes stayed shut as I was placed onto a bed and then whoever it was left the room leaving me in coldness.

According to Freddie and George I had been out for a week, Oz had been punishing himself by not allowing himself to see me. Even though we barley knew each other he missed me, and I had to admit that I missed him.
The guys stayed with me a little longer, apologised for not telling me where they went every summer and assured me that they honestly loved me, I forgave them and kissed each of them on their cheeks.
I had missed them too, missed the idea of having them in my life. My heart ached and I cried out in pain, I heard a whine correspond to my own and within a matter of moments Oz was in my room.
He looked tired, lips broken and eyes red as if he’d been crying. I knew my face most look similar if not worse. “I…I’m so sorry…We both are…We’d never want to hurt you or scare you…” The we was referring to his human and his wolf. I nodded to him and opened my arms to him. Wishing to comfort my mate and get rid of this terrifying pain from my chest. He smiled at me, it cracked his lip but warmth and love was the only recognisable feature on his face. Lifting the covers of the bed he crawled in with me. As soon as our skin touched fireworks seemed to explode. I realised this was the first time I’d actually touched Oz, I felt lit with glee and bliss and looking at Oz’s face I realise he felt it too. Unable to resist I lent forward. I cupped his face in my hand, fireworks igniting there to, I placed my lips to his and I felt warmth spread further. His body responded and he returned the kiss, moaning as he did displaying incredible restraint. Him and his wolf must truly love me to hold back so far.


I’d always find entertainment.

We laid there for a while and my body felt contempt, it was a simple relationship. I still insisted we waited before we completed the bond and I was desperate to find out more about Oz but there was something else on my mind. I needed to find out more about my powers and the first place I looked wasn’t much good, apparently google isn’t your friend when trying to find out about real werewolf history and not just fictional scribbles.
The second place however I had hope for, the royal library…packed with pack history. Sorry I couldn’t resist. Each book was carefully cased in leather, the fragile paper preserved. All books were hand written and often I’d struggle reading the style of scripture but when that happened Oz or the guys would help out. The librarian I’d only met once, we seemed to continue missing each other in the huge library, but they were very sweet and said that I was allowed to read or take out anything so long as I didn’t spill anything on the paper.
Actually I did spill something once but that was easily fixed with a little ‘magic’.
It wasn’t until shortly before my birthday that I actually had any luck about finding out about these powers and it just kind of appeared. Queenie (as I had taken to calling her) was still avoiding me and Oz and the guys had gone out to hunt, I was a newly discovered vegetarian and refused to go hunting another bambi. Anyhow I was alone, or as alone as I could be in a house full of servants, and bored so I took out Leo. The song that came to mind was a simple one, words sort of blurted out my mouth and something clicked in my brain and I knew what to ask the library.
See that’s the thing with my powers the telekinesis could do what I asked I didn’t necessarily have to know specifically, I’d just been asking things like - omgea powers, wolf history power log, junk like that.
I practically jumped for joy when I realised that in order to find out about my pack, one which was as old as the royal line I needed to look to the beginning of our history and what was the oldest recorded detail of werewolves? The original pact of immortals.

See the pact was basic stuff, it was based around the old religion where we all used to live together. Effectively we still do but we now have fractioned governments of each species, but we’re still y’know ‘best of friends’. Each ‘tribe’ has its own legends of how we came to be but much like mortal religions they all had one common factor of some higher force. The pact derived the idea that mortals were not the same as us and predicted they would be afraid, their own legends distorting the truth around us. It was in effect a pact of secrecy and that no matter how far territorial wars took us we would not wipe out any race as each held a part of a key which, in time of need, will come together and save us all from great evil.
None of us really paid much attention to the pact, so much had changed and vampires were hanging out with humans all the time since they discovered they could live off of tofu. Who’d have known? But yeah, there weren’t really territories either, I mean you had each wolf pack has its hunting grounds and alphas were territorial in a sense but we were all pretty lenient when we needed to be. No one was really itching for a fight to prove their honour as they used to, new territories were all settled through courts.
The book arrived in my hand and it pretty much listed my powers as the powers which were split between all races, and remember each race was a part of a key.
This brought about the question…am I the key? Sounds conceited but I don’t know do I? If so what’s this big threat, and what exactly am I that allows me to be a key of all races? I know somewhere along the line my great something had a fling with a pixie but that never amounted to anything.
I was getting a complete and utter headache and to top it off certain old pack members were coming to the ‘house’ to check up on my development and to tutor me…And to think I’d almost forgotten about Damien.
Oz had never met him but had heard about the incident when I was younger and didn’t think that he sounded like that bader guy and to be quite honest since the guys owned up and pointed out our similarities I didn’t think he was either.
It seemed like I hadn’t seen much of Oz recently and so today he would be taking me on our very first date before he left for ’the conference’. Damien will be arriving the day after tomorrow and before you ask anything I have told Oz everything about my little investigation, he would never purposefully hurt me, he couldn’t actually. Freddie and George had also been quite supportive but I was beginning to accept that Damien may actually be the only one who’d be able to clear things up for me. He was always a little cautious around me and it occurred to me that his mixed heritage may mean he was also able to adopt more then one power.
I’ve never been a religious person, I mean I’ve always had faith in pack blessing. I suppose it’s hard to deny a higher being when you yourself are a ’mythical creature’ and are capable of changing the world if you so wished.
I clambered out of bed as I was becoming more and more aware that I should stop thinking about my plans and perhaps actually do something. Like get ready for this mystery date with Oz. Both him and the guys had been avoiding me in case I sneaked a look into their minds. I dressed simply in some shorts and a pretty top, it was a little more low cut then I’d usually wear but was floaty around the bottom and I thought it was cute. I paired it up with some dainty flats. It doesn’t really matter what I was wearing as I can easily shift them into more dressy or practical things, I’d rather not though. I shift objects from memory or imagination and if I tried to shift it back into the original outfit I would never be able to get the details right. I had a couple of minutes until Oz showed up so I decided to curl my hair, again pointless but I was able to act like a girl occasionally, I mean this was my first real date. That’s how it works when you’re a werewolf, unless you’re with your mate, ever other date or intimate act is merely practice. Sounds sad I know, but that’s the way it is.

Chapter 8 -SO…THIS IS MY FIRST DATE.

A moment later and Oz was at the door with a bunch of flowers and an overly eager yet flattering. I blushed and took the flowers, lillies my favourite. “So…You going to tell me where we’re going yet?”
“Nope.” he said, still smiling, popping the P. I laughed at that and felt completely safe with him there. He led me out of the house and in fact we walked for quite some while, It was getting dark by the time that we reached our destination.
The destination was a sand dune behind it was a small picnic and a pile of logs. “I never did tell you my power did I?” he looked at me before continuing, “When I was younger the house was burned, I was inside, its reconstructed now nobody would be able to tell the whole fire was covered up. I wasn’t burnt at all, it wasn’t until my first change that we realised that that it was me who started the fire…People I didn’t like would get burnt…I wasn’t allowed friends. My parents got a witch to enchant them so I wouldn’t burn them. You are special, an omega, my mate I wouldn’t be able to burn you either- I looked forward to meeting you for so long, for having a friend who wouldn’t be afraid, of being loved. You protected Freddie and George that day on the playground, they were the first people you protected and that marked them. My parents found them when they found you and realised your bond ran deep, you’d protect them even when they were far from you, you loved them. So they bought them to me and were my first friends. I used to love the summers.” He was crying and I was stunned, fire. A werewolf who could control fire. I wasn’t afraid, why would I be? I stepped towards him and cupped his face once again “you can control it now can’t you?”… “Yes.” “Then why are you so afraid of yourself? Why do you never use your power? It could bring so much good.”
He smiled and flicked his hand towards the pile of dry wood, fire shot from his hands in the shape of a wolf and ignited it in a warm gust.
We didn’t make it to the wedding day. We mated right there, seems I have a thing for beaches. This time when I woke up my neck stung with the bite mark of the mating ritual. We’d shared blood, he’d entered me and now I could feel him. All of him, wherever he would be, at any time. He was smiling, my marks on his neck. On impulse I leant across and kissed that mark, he groaned and returned the sensation upon my neck.
A few hours later and we decided that our first date should end there, I morphed our clothes around our bodies and we set back towards the house smiles broad and marks proudly displayed.

The next day we spent mostly in the bedroom, its like that with most new mates but for me I knew that mine was going away in the space of a few short hours.
The parting was sweet and I wept. His lips tasted of us and I clutched onto his hand until the moment the car drove my mate cruelly away. My two friends travelled back to our old pack to take the place of Damien who was going to arrive here soon and somebody had to care for their father who was beginning to feel the effects of age.
I said my goodbyes to them as well. They stroked my neck giggling as they did so “I still can’t believe you guys mated!” “Yeah…Well I guess I never was going to do that whole not until marriage thing anyway.” They didn’t have a car but stretched their legs and with my blessing shifted and took off like a bullet using energy that I provided so that they’d get their in a matter of hours.

My room smelt of his and my heart did a little shudder, who knew that having a mate would make you feel so differently. Gradually as the hours passed I began to feel more like myself, I could still feel Oz at the edge of my consciousness and occasionally he would peek into mine to tell me that he missed me and I would do the same. But when it came down to it, although I loved Oz I was still an omega and I could function without him.
I could here the screech of a hawk and I realised that hawks weren’t exactly indigenous to this area and that it must be Damien. I missed him, weird I know, it’s just I realised my head had been feeling a little empty without him in it.
The hawk flew into the now open window and shifted into a naked Damien. He laughed when he realised his mistake and gestured for me to manufacture him some clothes, which I did with my eyes firmly shut.
“Sorry about that, I’d shifted straight from wolf for the first time, wasn’t sure if the clothes would survive a double shift.”
“S’alright. How are you Damien?” I smiled at him, he looked more comfortable here he could embrace his shifter side more freely now he was away from the pack.
“I’m good Tara, you?”
“I’m good.” I don’t know why but I really was enjoying him being here, not that he wouldn’t get gradually annoying as his visit progressed.
“You’ve mated him I see…” His voice trailed off as he pointed to the mark on my neck.
“Yeah I figured he’s my mate so why not…nothing wrong with that.”
He gave a brisk nod in response. “So, you called me here for information…what exactly do you want to know?”
I opened my mouth to tell him about my inquiries but before I could I was interrupted by his stomach growling.
“Lunch first, me later. You sound starving.”

Chapter 9--THE PLAN
He didn’t object, but nodded again and followed me through the winding staircases and halls that eventually led me to the kitchen.
“We may have to repeat that route a few times, I doubt I’ll remember that after one trip.”
“I know this place is pretty huge, eventually I made little markers around this place which told me where I needed to go. I camouflaged them though, no one can see them but me I didn’t want to get fined for putting graffiti the place.”
He laughed, a deep throaty laugh “So you’re cheating then!”
“Shh, don’t tell anyone. Rupe was impressed when I made it in time for dinner without directions!” I shot him a playful glare.
“Rupe?” his face confused.
“King Rupert, I call him Rupe.”
“Seriously.”
“Yep… oh and I’ll sort it so you can see the markers. I guess you can’t sniff stuff out so well either so it’ll put you on even playing grounds.”
He stopped for a moment and touched my arm, I turned to look at him “Thanks Tara.” I suppose I never really took into consideration before that he might need a little bit of compromising for his half wolf half shifter status. I doubt anyone would, which is stupid because he can do a lot of things we can’t do either!
“No problem.” I started rummaging through cupboards and grabbed onto what ingredients I needed to make the lasagne. It’s the one thing I can really cook, everything else is microwaved, but its my favourite meal (if you don’t count marshmellows).
A half hour later and Damien was eating happily, moaning in approval of my cooking. I was glad he liked it, I was never allowed to cook for the pack at home, people were afraid that I’d poison it with my powers.
We chatted for a while about silly things like the school football team and who was mating who back home but eventually it was down to business.
“Something not right Damien. I have way too many powers, I can’t even remember half of them. It’s impossible for a wolf to have so many powers!” I tried to stay calm and play with a loose hem on my skirt but my voice still had a harsh twang to it.
“Maybe you’re not just a wolf…It’s not necessarily a bad thing though”
“I never thought there was anything wrong with it I just…I don’t know what I am, who I am. Why do I have all this stuff going on in my life?”
“Seriously you called me here to ask about your purpose in life? Why would I know?”
I paused before continuing, trying to figure out how to phrase it exactly. “I’ve been doing some reading up on supernatural history, there’s mention of this key thing…It says about the separation of gods powers and into the races. For some reason I just thought of you, how you always carried around that big book of yours and how you always seemed to know so much…”
“The 7 keys of the 7 races. Vampire, Witch, Shifter, Wolf, Pixie, Mer and the fallen. When brought together they unite us with god and save us from evil, redeeming us if you will. I always did like the story…”
“Why did you enjoy it so much, I always thought the idea of having to be saved from evil a little to hopeless?”
“I’m not a Wolf and I’m not a shifter, being a bit of both made me feel as though it didn’t matter I wasn’t one thing or another. The idea of a key, of all the races fitting together perfectly in gods image…it just made me think it was possible to balance out the two races within myself.” He shrugged as if he hadn’t just said something that was both beautifully poetic and touching.
“Will you help me Damien? I’m not one to be afraid and yet this frightens me, something is coming for us…My visions are getting fewer and further in between but when they do happen I’ll either have some mess of words or I’ll get darkness. The darkness falls as do we.” I didn’t mean to frighten him, in honesty I didn’t mean to frighten myself, but admitting it to him felt like reality was crashing down upon me. For the past few years I’d been obsessed with how horrible it was that I was getting married, having my freedom took from me. Now it was here I realised I’d been ignoring the signs, all of those mini prophecies I’d made- whether they happened whilst I was showering, asleep or at school I’d ignored them…Filed them away in some part of my brain and now I needed to dig them out. I had a feeling, and this Damien agreed with me on, that they’d help us find the keys.
I was surprised by Damiens belief in me, it turns out he really isn’t a jerk and that he just felt useless and blind. He started out by me writing down what I could remember from my visions and got me to try and figure out what they meant whilst he tried to gather as many maps and history books as he could to revise for what would be a long journey. I wasn’t being naïve about this trip, I’d need others to come to, it was an impossible task to take up on my own…and I knew just the people I wanted to take with me.


Chapter 10--- PreTrip Prep…Turns out I’ve got a fan club.

Of course I don’t actually remember most of this file, I know the way I described it, it was as if I could simply draw in the information whenever and wherever I wanted and honestly that’s what I thought I could do. Turns out even my super classy mind file is vulnerable to degradation when one watches to many friends repeats on TV.
So it looks like I’m pretty much stuck with the last ‘prophecy’ I made, yep the shower one. The ‘dodgy’ song lyrics that make absolutely no sense.
Okay, so first line…
Oh strength of fire and of flame, from earth come forth and rise again.
Rising again? A vampire, they rise every night and come out of the earth of their graves?
The fire and flame, traditionally associated with pixies who are born from ashes, weird I know…but I mean it doesn’t have to be complicated does it? What if these are things I don’t necessarily need to find but let them find me…Oz? He’s unusual and it makes sense that old blood would play apart in the old religion. I mean its not so weird that he might be a part of this too, look at me I was just the kid of some alpha from that pack who once had some war.

Next line…
The moon shall shine upon your wits until the puzzle pieces fit…
The moon is the time that wolves shift, but Oz is a wolf and we need something else. Puzzles…this is a puzzle so maybe we need a prophet- not me I know I’m not a part of this yet- witches make prophecies, I know most of them are dead but it’s the only thing I can think of. And certain tribes worship beneath the moon, I know because my dad used to find them a pain, the magic in the air ruined the smell of prey in a hunt.

Next line…
Water shall calm your soul, the wolf shall hunt out for the truth.
Erm okay I don’t like that line…

Next!!
Air shall make your heart at home and spirit is for which you are known.
Air, well that works with things that can fly- the most natural fliers are pixies to and though they’re born from ashes of fire the air is needed for the fire to burn and bring them to life. They also have wings so y’know.
Spirit. Spirit. Someone Spiritual…Anyone from the old religion they’d need to be either a shifter of a mer person and seeing as water and mers go hand in fin (HA) I’m guessing this is a shifter. Shifters generally don’t get along with wolves though, they call us one shapes- and we call them common, they don’t really have the best reputation. The only shifter I know is Damiens mum, though he hasn’t ever met her…might be the only chance of me reaching their enclave, I may just keep that part till last though, I don’t think he’s quite ready to meet her yet.


I was looking forward to the trip and all I had to do was wait until Oz and the guys returned, fill them in, say goodbye to Rupe and Queenie and then head off in whatever direction Damien has decided on. EASY PEASY >.<

Except it never is…
After what felt like hours of searching for Damien I found him hidden behind a shelf of books and scrolls in the library. His face looked exhausted but his eyes were bright with enthusiasm and I could smell the excitement rolling off of him. Once he saw me there he jumped up, knocking the books off of his laps and picked me up swinging me around kissing my cheek and setting me down before swearing and eagerly picking up the books that fell to the ground.
“Hello to you too.” I smiled, it was nice to see him happy…
“I figured out what you are!” Huh?
“you did?”
“Yep.”
“Mind telling me what that is.” This was his turn to look confused and then it clicked and he did another little jump.
“You are the map! There’s supposedly somebody who leads the way to the keys, their knowledge of the keys are unmatched. They bring it all together, and you’re the first one who got the clues- bam right in your mind, you’re friggin brilliant mind” He was ecstatic and kissed my cheek once again. It left a tingle on my cheek and I felt genuinely confused as to what he was saying. I spoke very slowly, hoping he’d match my pace next time he replied.
“how am I a map exactly?”
“Not you, more like your mind, the things you say. Eventually it’ll all lead us to the right places and let us meet the right people.” He was grinning like a child and I couldn’t help but return it, I didn’t exactly believe what he was saying, something still felt wrong but that’s what the map would do right? Feel stuff…?
“Okay well…assuming that you’re right that would mean that my prophecy helps me find things…I think I know who some of the keys are but we need to find some more…What do you know about moon witches?”
“Not much, they’re pretty reclusive. It’s the 3rd moon in a few days, which means there settlement moves from the east to the west, gives us time to track them down before they set up all the anti-wolf mojo…But we’d need to move fast.”
“Right then, well Oz will be back in a few hours with the guys. We best start packing because when he does we’ll need to leave.”
I ran back up to my room tugging Damien along with me, he looked a little green when he got there and complained about the speed. You could tell this guy was half-shifter when he said that, were wolves love speed and generally can’t get enough of it.
“We my dear friend are going on yet another trip! This time however I need you to stay put with me, something says that even if I am a map that I have no talent in reading them and that I’m going to need you to be my interpreter.”
“So, we’re friends then?” he asked, the guy asked! Well actually I suppose its reasonable because it was only a short while ago that I shouted at him and he flew out of the car.
“Yeah Damien, I think we are.” I was still holding onto his hand and I gave it a reassuring squeeze, sparks flew up my arm it was nothing like the ones I got with Oscar but more like a pack bond. Like I had just claimed Damien into my world, accepted him and promised to protect him.I felt my body change slightly and my head went momentarily light making the world spin, this happened in only a few seconds but I don’t think Damien noticed as I was being cradled in his arms after he’d swept me into another one of his deliciously comfortable hugs.
Eventually I’d managed, with the help of Damien, to cram my ‘essentials’ into several rucksacks and I’d started to upload it all into my mustang. My guitar lay it in, pristine, and I realised I hadn’t played it once since I got here.
“Hey Damien what’s your favourite song?”
He was oh so casually checking out the mechanics beneath my car, “Journey, don’t stop believing”
“Seriously?”
“Hey it’s a classic!”
“True dat.” I agreed it was a classic but it could do with a little bit of modernising. I started to mess about with my guitar, pulling and strumming the strings into this twisting synchronised pattern. The tune developed making the original tune sound more like it was coming from a Latin festival, it felt exotic and liberating.
“Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world she took the midnight train going anywhere. Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit he took the midnight train going anywhere…” Well you know how the song goes but by the time I’d finished I found myself floating gently in the air, that happened occasionally my grandmother once told me that I would float because the air carried my voice and seeing as I didn’t sing with only my voice but my body too the air would carry all of me. Damien had shifted into a wolf form and was looking up at me intently.
^That was beautiful^ his thoughts projected right into my mind and I smiled my thanks. I gestured for him to come closer to me and I began to scratch his ears and rub his belly, I only stopped when I heard wheels spit up gravel outside.
My heart shifted once again and I ran out towards the other part of my soul. Oz was home. He was running towards me as well and we joined together in a hug. I didn’t want to kiss him, my body was craving that sort of touch just something that reminded me that he was truly mine.
The boys jumped out of the car and joined in the now group hug. I felt something nudging my feet and I realised that it was Damien, his fur soft and I realised we’d excluded him.
“Who’s the stray?” Oz asked, he tried to sound casual but his lack of formal introduction to Damien left him feeling the alpha need to protect and expel the unknown.
“He’s not a stray…” I meant for it to sound gentle but it came out as a growl. Oz took a step backwards as did Freddie and George, it was pretty much unheard of for a wolf to growl at their mate. Growling was a sense of protectiveness, that there is something more important that needs to be preserved especially beyond whoever they are growling at. I knew I was unusual but Damien wasn’t/isn’t a stray he’s as wolf as I am. Besides we needed to stick together once I informed them about the task I wanted to get started on, I had a feeling that Damien was being a lot more understanding then the others would be.


Eventually we moved into the ‘living room’ it was probably the cosiest room in the house thing, I still don’t know what to call it.
“So I started looking through my prophecies and I’ve come to the conclusion that the apocalypse is coming.” There short and simple, now bring on the chaos.
“We know.” they said in unison, their faces weirdly calm with a hint of humour.
“…Wait how do you know?”
“That’s what the council meeting was about, Oz told us on the way here… The great apocalypse is coming and we shall be brought together through the chosen ones…They ones chosen by the heads of each coven that is.”
“WHAT!” I screamed, they can’t do that! Can they?
“Calm down honey, we know how strongly you wanted to help but that’s the way its always been, our heroes are nominated.”
“But they can’t choose the chosen ones. They’re not supposed to be chosen by an immortal more of the eternal, they’re supposed to be chosen by god!” I don’t know why for the life of me I felt so offended that they had tried to take control of a situation which is supposed to led by faith.
“I know, I know…what else is it you wanted to tell us you made it sound as if there was more?”
“There is. The bloody council doesn’t know everything! They don’t get freakin visions sent to them do they? No the all mighty council ain’t got nothing on me!” I was still shouting but they looked at me calmly waiting for me to continue so I coughed and did so…
“I made this prophecy about who the keys are, I mean I don’t know exactly who they are but pieces fit, I know which race and Damien is helping me find the best time and place to bring them together. The councils chosen won’t work, they’re merely puppets, like the knights of the round table wouldn’t have been half as good if they weren’t led by king Arthur.”
^AND FED KNOWLEDGE BY THE LADY OF THE LAKE^ inputted Damien, his wolf grinning directly at me and I laughed.
“Yes and the lady of the lake I suppose had her place too.” Oz was looking between me and Damien and suddenly a growl ripped through him and he lunged at Damien.
Damien yelped and tried to escape but Oz was already in wolf form and was pushing his sharp teeth into Damiens all too vulnerable hind leg. I screamed and a pain tore straight through me.
“OZ What the hell are you doing!” I felt power surge up in me, the urge to protect Damien from this violence, a voice booming in my head ‘HE IS PACK, OURS WE MUST REPAY AND PROTECT’. My hands were tingling with power, storm clouds gathering above the house, thunder rolling over us emphasising the tension that was in the air. The guys were stuck, frozen by the inability to attack their alpha again and help their cousin. I was free though, I let my hands roll forward pushing power through them. The power was visible as a blue sheen and as it hit Oz and Damien they shifted back into human forms. I’d never forced a change into human before, you can never force the wolf out of the person only let it be released, your not supposed to be able to do it to an alpha or anything else but a race of your own. Oz still had his, now human, teeth in Damiens leg which was now rapidly loosing blood, the tears through the flesh for some reason not healing.
I bulleted towards Oz and glared at him. “Release him now!” He continued to bite down until I physically lifted him off of Damien. Damien looked at me thankfully, at some point Oz had dug his claws into Damiens stomach as blood was pouring from their too, it swelled up from Damiens mouth and stained his lips as he tried to gurgle something. Tears were pouring down my face as I turned to Oz in disgust, my mate did this to him. An act of such violence and cruelty came from something that I had willingly given a part of my soul. What caused such a response? I was confused and my soul ached as I watched Damien struggle to spit the blood from his mouth. “Shhh Damien don’t feel the pain.” I cooed at him like he was a baby and I dismissed the rest of them from the room, forbidding Oz from even attempting to connect with me until I was done here…until it was all finished.
Oz left, the blood of my newest friend still smeared around the mouth I once found kissable.
I’ve never produced so many tears in my life, I must have spilt as much tears as he did blood. No. No I couldn’t have.
Damiens blood had now soaked into my shoes and jeans, they’d have to be binned once this was over. I wished so much that I could heal Damien but I was never given that power, bitterness filled my mouth. A very small part of me was aware of the pain my own body was in, the rest felt Damiens pain that I had shielded him from, he always broadcasted so loudly.
He continued to gurgle for the next few minutes, his eyes gradually getting more fearful as he realised I had no power for this to be fixed. ^Please Tara, there’s a way…you know there is.^ I didn’t have a clue what he was talking/thinking about. I looked at him in what must have shown my confusion, his face looked blury but then I realised they were my tears, dammit I was still crying! ^I knew it from the moment I met you, you’re not just anyone Tara. Oz is your mate but your mine…my soul is shifter…^ Even his thoughts were laboured and paused with each haggered breath. ^I couldn’t bind my soul to someone who…isn’t a shifter too…I waited for so long for you to shift into something…else…I studied your family tree…trying to figure out how…I couldn’t find anything…but I know it. My soul…knows…you^ I saw the strength in his eyes, the secret he was hiding from me. The way he used to lurk around me and watch me each time I shifted as if he was hoping for something different. I knew he believed it, I wanted to believe him, I wanted to save him. If I was his mate I could heal him but I couldn’t be anything else but a wolf, he said it himself I had no shifters in my family.
‘Trust yourself Tara allow your body to mould itself, let it prove to you what your mind could not.’ a new voice introduced itself into my head, it was as if I had suddenly gained a new conscience although the voice sounded pretty male to me. In fact I turned around to see if someone new had entered the room. I trusted this voice, I had a habit of trusting odd voices that popped into my head. I shut my eyes and felt Damien hold onto my hand. My body suddenly got very cold and I felt myself peel away, first from my clothes and then from my skin.
I could see in my mind this path on it was the symbol of the wolf helix (the symbol we use for god) and the shifter cross I looked at the cross and stepped towards it. Animals burst in my mind but one was more prominent then most it was a golden eagle. As I looked at it my body moulded into its image and I saw it smiling. Then I was smiling through it, looking down at a boy who now was not only bleeding but oddly enough smiling. In this form I felt my body drawn to him. I hopped towards him, feeling the tapping of my talons against the hard floor. My new feathered wings spread out as I reached him and by instinct I wrapped them around him, sharing my warmth, my strength my healing ability. I felt a part of me seep into him and gradually I felt him get better, his wounds healed over and blood vanished from his face. A smile and look of utter peace replaced the tiredness that was there moments before. I could feel Oz in the corner of my consciousness and this reminded me of who I was, I’m still Tara but now I have two mates. I have my soul split twice and though I am mad at Oz I still love him and though my relationship is different with Damien I love him to.
For now I let my body shift back, not caring to manifest clothes I lay down next to Damien simply inhaled his scent knowing that he was marked by me and I was marked by him. Shifters would know I was his and Wolves would know I was Oz’s to those who didn’t know who I was on my own they would never understand. I barley did.

Hours later I heard Oz scratching at the door but I flicked my wrist is his direction and told him briefly “Not yet…We need time…” He whimpered forbidden from entering a room in his own house by something with more mysterious authority then his own. I turned to Damien and pressed my lips to his temple.
“How did you know? What does this make me?”
He smiled as he said “A little of mine. You’re a shifter but not to a great degree, its like I can feel you completely I’ve given you all I have as your mate. You aren’t a whole wolf and your not a whole shifter so you don’t mate in the same way. Your not like me, I have the ability to shift into a ‘true wolf’ but my soul is one of a shifters I’m temperamental and like to spend more time in different shapes then in wolf or human. I’m guessing you’re the same with Oz, you can stay free from your mate and choose when you need him?” He was playing with my hair as he was telling me this and I felt safer then I had in a while. What he was saying felt true my soul accepted it and thus my mind and body did, and to be honest I was kind of excited to try flying with wings. I had to wonder though, if my family was my family then how did I become part shifter? Is this all I am or am I more? Eventually the questions became all too much and I got up, forming clothes around me I pulled Damien up from the floor and told him that we needed to find and explain to Oz and then we needed to carry on with the quest, now that I knew that there was more then meets the eye I was determined to find others who were as equally tied up in the mysteries of the world.

When we found Oz he was in wolf form, licking his paws clean. When I first came in he staggered towards me pining then when Damien appeared before me he retreated back into the corner, his head tilted to the side as he inspected Damiens flawless face.
He sniffed the air and then bared his teeth. I stood in front of Damien protectively and looking at Oz I said four words.
“We Need to Talk”

Chapter 11- For once, a pleasant surprise

The air went hazey but then there was Oz in human form. I manifested some clothes around him and waited for his reaction.
“Why does he smell like you?”
“He’s my mate.”
“I’m your mate”
“Yes”
“So I’m your mate? You choose me?”
“No”
“You choose him?”
“I don’t choose either of you…I choose both. You’re both my mates.”
“How can this work?”
“I’m not your mate any less…it just means your both mine. I don’t love you any less although what you did was wrong and uncalled for.”
“You could have told me when I first came in”
“I didn’t know then…”
“He did…”
“Yes.”
Our conversation reminded me of a tennis match, short rally. Each word punctuated with weight and implication, each next move relied on the other persons.
“Oz, I’m not fully wolf I don’t know how but my soul within myself is split between being a shifter and a wolf.”
He looked at me and took a step towards Damien. Somehow they both mirrored the actions.
“You love her.” They both confirmed to each other at the same time and then the strangest thing happened. They clasped each others hands and forearms and said “I accept you as a part of my mate, you are now my brother- I will protect you as I would my brother- for the sake of my mate- for the sake of our love I love you as I love her. For you are her, in part. I promise to not harm you for I would harm my mate and I do not wish to harm my mate.” They nodded and released themselves from the stiff embrace. And there I was confused and staring at the exchange then I just had to say it…
“Huh?”
They looked at me and laughed “You can take this one.” Oz nodded towards Damien and then went to sit down on a nearby table inspecting his finger nails.
“The original pact between races, it was one of many phrases used to establish the relationship. It would be different in each clan but similar and mutually beneficial, it seemed fitting in our situation. Besides something about you just reminds me of the old pact.”
“I know what you mean…She’s different isn’t she?”
“Yeah, and I’ve got a feeling that this is only the beginning and that if we’re ever going to figure it out we have to let her be the map, lady of the lake, whatever you want to call her and we need to let her find the keys.”
It was really odd seeing them be so civil, and so quickly. I realised they were right though that I did need to find it out and that I was only going to do that if they worked together.
“You guys know my theory right?”
“Nope.” they both said (REALLY CREEPY)
“Urgh, I suppose I didn’t tell you…Okay so my prophecy thing, whatever, is
Oh strength of fire and flame, from the earth come forth and rise again. The moon shall shine upon your wits until the puzzle pieces fit. Water shall calm your soul the wolf shall hunt out for the truth. Air shall make a heart at home and spirit is for which you are known.
And from what I can see is that Oz you’re one of the strongest people I know, your alpha and heir of the werewolves you also contain an elemental power of fire…”
“Wait you can control fire?” Damien looked shocked and Oz responded by streaming fire out of his hands…. /Show off/ I sent to him and he sniggered /I have to assert my dominance somehow to your new boyfriend/ he may have sounded sarcastic but I knew he was only kidding he was very accepting considering moments before he was eating my ‘new boyfriend’.
“Anyway as I was saying… I think Damien’s a part of the prophecy too, the wolf shall hunt out for the truth- I know he’s not a full wolf but he certainly didn’t give up trying to find out what I am. He’s the best researcher at our school and his shifter form is always birds of prey.”
Oz nodded whilst Damien simply remained impartial, I could feel fear and doubt through our bond but willingness to go with the theory. Providing I was the map I should trust my instincts about this and my instincts say at least one thing in this whole plot should be simple.
“We should start looking for the witch…they’ll be moving over the next couple of days and hopefully you can spin some power up that’ll help us predict their movement.”
“Really? That fast? What about the wedding?” Damien winced when Oz said that, I never really thought about how the wedding was going to fit into it. I said being bonded to both of them meant exactly that, and I’d love them both equally but marriage is something which implies a single love.
“I don’t know about the wedding yet, but we can always…postpone it until we figure this out. And we need to act fast else we’ll miss our slot.”
“I’ll go tell my mum and dad…they won’t be happy though. At least I haven’t unpacked yet, load my stuff into your car in case we need to make a quick get away.” Oz sauntered out of the room with a rather reluctant look on his face and Damien quickly moved over to me and put his arms around my waist.
“Would they really stop us from going?” I leant back into him and nuzzled his neck.
“Maybe…if there’s one thing I know about royals it’s that they don’t like being disobeyed and pretty much hate changes in their oh so perfect plan…” I paused for a moment and Damien chuckled. “You can ask it you know…”
“How did you know I wanted to…oh never mind…its just that I get that we’re mates but we never had sex.”
“Yeah well shifters don’t mate like that, we simply accept each other into our minds we have no need to consummate things that way…it worked for my mum and dad for a while but when he couldn’t return her bond they tried his.” He had this sad look in his eye and I decided it might not be good to unite him and his mum right now.
I twisted in his arms so that we were facing each other, I hugged him gently. The relationship with Damien is certainly different to my one with Oz but I suppose it’s a race thing. We never truly understand what mate principles are about until we can experience them for ourselves and you only get to experience one mating…unless your me that is.

A short while later Oz sent me a mate message, by this I mean the telepathy mates have of course our situation was a little different I had the power to block him but I wouldn’t do so unless I was mad, saying that his parents weren’t exactly taking this very well and that if me and Damien left now he may be able to run off in half an hour or so.
I snapped my fingers and nodded to Damien knowing he’d understand, he shifted into bird form and flew from the window sailing down gracefully towards the garage where he shifted into wolf and padded towards the ‘doggy flap’ which the royals had put in so they could enter on nights of the shift.
After one shift I’m not exactly confident in that form yet so I did the next best thing, I trusted myself and headed towards the window Damien just vacated. Taking a deep breath I leapt out the window, now one of my powers is strength anyway and with my advanced healing there wasn’t really much to be afraid of but seeing as you had to take a lift to get to the floor I was on I doubt I’d emerge completely unscathed. I called air to me asking it to perhaps lessen my fall a little bit and it complied. It wasn’t as though I was flying or floating even I just knew it was there and that I was going slower then most people would after jumping that amount of stories. I landed with an ever so gentle…thud. But still not bruised or aching, a quick brush of my hand and the small dent that I’d made into the ground had vanished. As I walked I shifted into my wolf and followed Damien who was by now sitting in the car trying to figure the best way to intercept the witches. I know this sounds terrible but I had only just remembered Freddie and George, between the whole mate thing, and then new mate thing it just slipped my mind and I wasn’t really willing to leave without them. Lucky me I had already located them in my wolf mind, they too were in wolf form and were taking a quick tour around the neighbouring woods ^Come on an adventure?^ I planted the thoughts into their minds and waited for a response, my answer came moments later as an excited howl echoed from the distance. I watched them scamper through the grounds, playfully nipping at each others hind legs as they made their way towards me. Like Oz they looked questioningly at their cousin before licking my muzzle in welcome. I shifted us all into place, for once I wasn’t too fussed about the naked thing, this could be a sign that I was growing up or that the multiple mate things just made it so all my sexual energy was already preoccupied. I did however feel a little nudge on my consciousness as Oz had peeked into my mind asking why I was naked with our friends. I morphed ever so slightly so the boys were wearing some board shorts and I was wearing a baggy t-shirt which covered the essentials.
“So, we’re about to take off to the witch colony, Damien’s going to figure out the direction and we’re going to try and intercept them mid flight.” The boys nodded as if they were used to this kind of sudden departure but then again I guess I was kind of bossy.
“We don’t really like witches…” they said and I snorted as I remembered the time Lizzy Chapman put a incy spell on them which made them chat up dogs for a months, the boys were resultantly banned from the park. She was an odd girl, her great great grandmother had some witch blood in her, it meant that Lizzy had some ability but could only really work with what was already there. The boys were in the middle of their first ‘big boy’ shifts and so had the whole canine attraction down all Lizzy really did was shift their attention slightly. Still it was hilarious, especially seeing as Lizzy owned a toy poodle, it never was the same afterwards.
Anyway… Everything was packed, we were all in human form and I new where I was going to go first, to the gas station as my tank was running low. Or at least that was what I was going to do as soon as Oz got here. Right on cue he popped into my mind with an image of him running towards the garage being chased my body guards, the image would have been comical if they weren’t in the middle of shifting into were’s as well. I revved my engine and flicked my hand to bust open the garage door, I wasn’t going to wait the half hour it took to open and I wasn’t going to drive through it and ruin my paint job. I headed towards the gate and prayed that my timing wasn’t off and that Oz would be able to jump straight into the car. He did, but his back leg was scrambling to stay in and as I helped him in I felt my own leg twinge and knew that he’d strained it.
I have to say as impressive as the place was to come into leaving it was one hell of a ride. Gravel spat up, the howls of the wolves, the sunset…It was pretty much a scene from a badly made horror movie where the good guys were unfairly advantaged and not idiotic enough to wait until the last minute to pack.


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