Run. Before fate catches up (Under Reconstruction)

Chapter 20: Preparations

#### Marley's point of view #####

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I looked around our camp in the forest.

I was standing on a tall rock above and away from the rest of the pack. Watching over them. My hair blowing in the wind.

Everyone was rushing around, practising their fighting skills, making weapons and coming and going from various white tents of different shapes and sizes.

I felt weirdly peaceful as I watched over my new pack, although we were preparing for battle I was not afraid.

Elliot had insisted I officially become Luna of his pack, I objected. He was hurt, and it hurt me too. But I needed to get the past behind me and then I can enjoy my future much more, without worry engulfing me and ruining the experience. I already had his pack's loyalty anyway.

Recently I had been experimenting with my new abilities and I liked to try new things out see if it worked.

So I closed eyes and tried to feel the emotions of the wolves around me, I don't know whether I was imagining it but I litterally could feel hundreds of emotions and feelings run through me nearly crippling me I also saw pictures and memories that went with those feelings; Some were scared, of death, injury or fear for loved ones, some were nervous others excited, I was shocked to feel some angry as an image of me, popped up whilst I was doing my speak to them during the stadium, somehow I knew that anger was not directed at me.

I felt every one of their emotions, I thought of a giant mindlink, with those emotions in I cleared them out, and put in a calm, relaxed and peaceful tranquility of what I was feeling, also nervousness to keep them alert.

I smiled. I opened my eyes and every one from down below at camp had stopped and was staring at me with wonder in their eyes, and looks of pure joy.

Confused, I wondered how they knew I was here on this rock and why they were staring at me.

A voice reached out to me from within,

'What you just pictured. Just happened.' Deanna spoke.

Making everything clear, I had taken away their negative emotions of the present and replaced them with my own peacefullness.

Nearly estatic. I gave a huge smile.

Which was returned by lots of the pack, as they continued on their work feeling much happier. Although some just stared mouth open in astonishment.

Looking down to my hands I noticed a golden glow was bursting off my skin. Wow! It's beautiful.

A hand on my hip, awoke me from my reverie as I turned to my beautiful mate.

He gently took my hand and kissed it slowly, before leading me down back to the camp.

The camp seemed to once again stop and stare, at the sight of the two of us. Stepping to the side creating a path leading to our tent, with people either side.

I felt like Royalty. Wait. I was Royalty.

A delicous smell wafted over to where we were stood; Just outside our tent, taking one last look at the bright stars before entering.

'Mmmm...That smells good!' I complimented, as a young women jumped up and smiled.

'Enjoy,' She said Politely before scuttling off, giving me and Elliot time to ourselves.

Rushing over to where a big pan, was placed next to two rather large bowls, I filled mine to the brim with spaghetti bolognase. Who knew this was my favourite?

Judging by Elliot's smile as I scoffed it all in minute. It was him. I gave him a play punch to say thanks.

'Ahh!' He shouted.

'What!? Are you a wimp?' I said playfully,

'No! That really hurt!' Elliot whined,

'So, you are a wimp?' I smirked at him.

'If I say, yes will you stop hitting me?'

He bargained.

'Maybe,' I retorted not comitting to anything.

'Hmmmm...' He pondered.

Suddenly I felt overwhelmingly tired,

yawning my eyes started to droop.

'Don't say your a wimp, 'cause then I would just hit you harder. To toughen you up, plus you would be in trouble. I don't want a wimp mate... I know your not though. I would still have you even if you were ugly, but your hot so that's all good.' I mumbled sleepily not really with it, half asleep already on the blankets that were conveniatly next to the food. That pan maybe empty in the morning. Last thing I saw was Elliot's smug smirk, that made me want to poke him, but I couldn't reach so I drifted off into a heavy sleep.

I would need my sleep, tomorrow we would be making our way to my home town. To my father.