For the Good of the Pack - Chapter 6

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Sorry it took so long, a lot of issues. When I say A LOT I mean it. Long story. Though hopefully you enjoy this chapter. Wish it was longer. I will hopefully produce one soon again. My son is ill, and a lot of issues between my parents and my grandmothers estate. Lots of hardship this year which is no fun. Well thanks everyone who has fanned, commented, voted, and added this to their favorites it means a lot to me. ONTO THE STORY <3

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It had taken me two hours to clean up all the slime from the pond. TWO HOURS!! I was fuming. How dare he do that to me. I didn't ask him to touch me. I didn't ask him to do anything yet he continues to infuriate me. I had sat on the floor of the shower for a good hour. Shivering as I had an inner battle with myself. I wanted to leave, nothing was worth this. Was it? Not that I could think of. Although I didn't want to give the power to the other pack. So deciding I would avoid Brayden and somehow get back at him.

I had decided to go out today. Figured it would help me with step one of stay away from Brayden. I wanted to go visit the garden on the roof of Townsend Towers. My grandmother had created it for me when I was younger. I wanted to make sure the gardener was taking care of it. It took me an hour to get to Townsend Towers, the stupid traffic on this lovely Tuesday afternoon.  Maria smiled brightly as she saw me walking into the building.

"Hello Ms Townsend. How are you doing today? It's been awhile." She asked sweetly. I couldn't help but smile back at her warmly.

"Hello Maria. It's nice to see you and glad to see that Townsend Towers is running by smoothly. I just came to pick up a few things." I explained. 

"Okay, if you need any help ring me up. I'll send one of the guys up to help." Her peppy voice started to grate on my nerves.

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I slid my special key card into the elevator. Only a few people had access to the rooftop. Seeing as how it was a special place created for me. I closed my eyes as the elevator sprang into action, bringing me further and further up the building. Suddenly it came to a halt and I waited for the doors to spring open. A smile replaced the sour look on my face as I saw my precious garden. Filled with roses, daisies, exotic plants, trees, everything you can imagine and more. Even a great above ground pond with a spectacular fountain. It had always been very mystical to me. When I was a child I always believed that fairy's lived in the plants and trees. We even made special houses for the fairies. Little huts all over the place.

I spent a few hours there, just relaxing in the garden. The peaceful washing over me, allowing my wolf to take over I prowled around the garden walking over to my favorite spot and laying down, my head on my paws as I watched the gentle koi swim around the large pond. It gave me time to think about things, about Bradyn and my feelings. I was getting tired and it was getting dark. I had sat out there almost all day. Shifting back into my human form, I closed my eyes reveling in the beautiful sunset before I opened the elevator and set it to go to the garage. This time I would grab my bike to bring to the pack house. I missed it and figured it would be the best option to getting home quickly.

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It didn't take long for me to get home on my sexy sleek black ninja. People skirted out of the way kind of shocked when they saw me taking off my helmet. My hair tumbling out around my leather clad shoulders. With a snarl I stalked in towards my room. Rolling my eyes as it seemed every person I got near would move out of the way. Some were kind of bowing their heads as if they were submitting to me. Curious very curious.

When I finally reached the safety of my room I closed the door and then I whipped my jacket off and tossed my helmet to the side. I jumped slightly as the door whipped open most likely leaving a dent in the plaster of the wall it hit. His scent assaulted me as he grasped my wrist pulling me to face him. 

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