Loving Obsidian

Ch. 2 Lyanna

A / N: I know I said I would post on Friday, but last week got the better of me :(
Here is Chapter 2, where we continue our journey of getting to know Lyanna before she meets her mate.

I am still so excited about this new journey and story line :)

Any predictions about the story so far? Who do you think her perfect Alpha mate will be?

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Two years ago

This room always depressed me. The gray couches sat against the blank white walls that held no decorations save the diplomas that hung behind the light oak desk in the corner. The matching oak bookshelf was pushed against the far wall, covered in books of all widths and cover types, them and the few knickknacks on the shelves providing the only thing worth looking at in the entire room. I hated these sessions; in all honesty they did not do anything to help me.

"Lee, where are you?" Comes the voice from across the room, pulling me from the trance like state that I found myself in.

Shaking my head, I brought my attention back to Dr. Stanley. "Nowhere." I responded, not wanting to talk about the day that I lost my mother. It was something that I refused to talk about to anyone, but recently it had been haunting me. Looking into her bright blue eyes I noticed that they held a sparkle and shine that I only wished that mine did, at one time I suppose they had, but not anymore.

"Want to tell me what you were thinking about?" I shook my head, there was never anything I wanted to talk about. It was all overwhelming to me, so I never liked to share anything and if I did most likely it was not anything of any significance. Talking never made it better and I hated talking. I wanted to be left alone. "You know Lee, therapy will only work if you talk to me."

I nodded my head, "I have nothing to say, Dr. Stanley. Why can't people just accept that? " My words were blunt, but she was always asking how I felt, and this was it. I was sick of this, I hated it. I wanted nothing to do with it. This was all just for show, to appease my family and Abel.

"Now, I do not think that is true. Think back to how things were just a year back. Look where you were at that point and now look at where you are. Tell me one thing that is different. " I knew she was trying to get me to focus on a positive change, but to me none of my changes have been for the better. None of them really knew anything, I was very good at the 'fake it' til you make it 'lifestyle and I was very good at faking it.

"I'm not dead, despite my best efforts." The harsh words flew from my mouth before I realized what I was saying. Just another of the wonderful habits I had developed in the last couple of years. I snark out nasty comments, but then again, I think that it is more Obsidian than me, yet at this point I could not tell anymore her, and I were more deeply connected than most humans were to their wolves. That is what made us more animalistic, more feral.

"See you are no longer afraid to speak your mind freely." Dr. Stanley offered up. I rolled my eyes.

"How do you do it?" I asked, prompting a curious look from Dr. Stanley. "How are you able to take me talking about killing myself and turn it into 'You found your voice?'" I was now mocking the doctor a bit, which was another of my coping mechanisms to deflect things when it is something I don ' t want to talk about, think about, or do.

"I can do that because I choose to. I choose to see the great strides that you have made. " She spoke as if, these were things that I could not see or maybe I did not want to. If she only really knew the truth about my real coping mechanisms, she probably would not be speaking so highly of me right now.