Life-Times Apart

*Ch.3 How did I get roped into this?

AN/ I just wanted to say that this is a story I've been working on for awhile, and I would like some feed back, even if it's just to say hi. Any who! Back to the story.

  

  'Alrighty then. Small calm steps, don't let anyone see the tremors, they'll go away on their own.' Levi tells herself as she walks into the Alpha house. Her hands are shaking, knees feel tingly, and she's trying to keep her breathing calm. No one will notice.

"Happy birthday Hannah!" Levi hears girls squeal to the Alpha's daughter. A small little clique themselves.

"Oh thank you! I just can't wait for the party tonight! It's going to be formal and nice. Daddy made sure to get all of the men from EVERY pack possible. Even the Dark Moon Pack. Their ALPHA will be here." the girl says excitedly. It could be a possibility that the girl will faint. No such luck.

Levi stops next to them and makes a point of saying Happy Birthday with as sincere a smile as she can pull.

"You know there are a series of trials you have to go through to be mated to one of the Dark Moon Pack. Prove your worthy and all that I think they have the right idea." She tells the group of highly disapproving girls. They stare at her with hatred, all but Hannah, and that is the only reason she could manage to pull off a decently sincere smile. She clasps her hands to hide the tremors.

"Really? I hope it's not too hard, too physical." Hannah says a little nervous.

"Oh don't listen to her Hann. What would she know about being mated? She a loner who has no one." Janice says with a scowl. She's the daughter of someone on the war council, and she's -to put it bluntly- a full blown tramp and gold digger.

"Yeah, what would the girl whose death could be any day now, know about anything?" She looks at Janice innocently.

"I heard it on the grape vine a few years back at my birthday. Of course the Alpha wasn't there, too busy fighting, so it could be a lie. I'll see you around Hannah. Janice you sour milk carton. Fiona, Serria." She nods at each according member of the group before walking away.

She ignores the attempts to contact her through the pack link and decides now is her time for a run. It may help get rid of the tremors. And the idea of ball gowns she going to be forced into trying.

She groans and tosses her head back. She gets to the edge of the woods and hides behind a tree. She quickly strips and hangs her clothes on a tree branch.

She itches to turn and quickly, but without the moon, it hurts. And without the full moon it doesn't feel right. Or that's how it's supposed to go. Levi can phase just as fast no matter what time of day, or what day in the moon cycle it is. It just comes easy. But it feels immensely better when there is a full moon.

She shifts into a giant black wolf with a blue crescent marking around her right eye. No matter what she does, that marking is there. It's her staple. Her mark. That's what Marcus and Whiney told her when she asked them about it, but they didn't really know. No one did.

She was found in a war zone, and brought to this pack. Only Marcus and Xavier, the Alpha, knew her true pack. Whenever she'd ask, they'd tell her that there was a time and place to learn about yourself, and this was neither the time, nor place.

Shaking her shaggy head, she runs deeper into the forest, holding on tight to her wolf's reins. How badly she wants to find a wooded area that is so big and empty and free that she can just let go and run and run and run until she drops, and regains control of herself. But she'll never get to experience that. Not in her life time.

So for now she runs to a waterfall, far enough away from the pack, and secluded enough to where she could play or practice at will. Whatever it was that she did.