Loving Obsidian

Ch. 3 - Lyanna

A/N: Here is an early second chapter this week :) Next week there will probably only be one due to the holiday, as I will be away with my family.

We are continuing our journey in getting to know Lyanna. What do you think of her so far? Like her? Hate her?

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One year ago

My father had summoned me for family dinner, something that I vehemently tried to avoid and had been doing well with. That was until he mind linked me directly.

** Lyanna, I am requesting that you be at family dinner tonight. ** My dad's voice rang through my mind, giving me a bit of a headache because he had to force his way through my walls.

Grumbling, knowing I was pushing the sound back to him, letting him know my displeasure, I answered. ** I am busy tonight. Can we do it another day? **

** No, dinner is a six. Please, do not be late Lyanna. ** The tone of his voice letting me know he was all but begging. ** Also, I do not like, not being able to reach you. Please do not make me fight so hard next time. **

This made me drop my head, making me feel slightly guilty. ** Sorry Dad, it will not happen again. I will see you at six. **

Cutting the mind link, but keeping the wall down, only to him I growled. I did not want to go to dinner tonight. In fact, I did not want to go any night. It had been almost six months since I had shown my face around the pack house, three months since I had attended a pack meeting or family dinner.

Begrudgingly I turned around, being pulled from the hunt that we were currently on. The large black paws of my wolf rhythmically hitting the forest floor as I ran toward home. If I was going to make it to dinner for six, I needed to run and run hard back to the house. I was at least twenty miles from home meaning if I ran, I could possibly make it there in just over two hours giving me just enough time to shower and make myself presentable.

"I want to hunt!" Sid growled at me.

"Me too. But Dad wants to see us. " I reasoned with her.

"Grrrr..." she grumbled some more. "Once dinner is done can we come back out?"

"You can stop acting so angry about this. We were headed home anyway. You know it's about time we made an appearance. If we do not, they will think that we went rogue or that we have been hurt. " Sid grumbled, knowing I was right she quickly dropped her farse of an attitude.

I could feel her all but snub me, "I know, does not mean I like it. You know I like the idea of ​​being a rogue. "

"Oh, stuff it Sid. You would hate being a rogue. We like hunting them too much. " I threw her attitude back at her. "Besides going rogue would cause us too many issues." I scolded here.

"Well look who has her panties in a bunch," Sid picked. "You know if we were rogue, we would not have to worry about Alpha's telling us what to do."

"Do you really think that Sid, cause if you do you are more delusional than I thought. If we were rogue it would mean they would be hunting us as the enemy. " She was trying to pick a fight with me, to sidetrack me from heading home so she could hunt some more, "Besides there will always be Alpha's trying to tell us what to do, lucky for us Abel does not try that too often, so you can just shut it already. "

"Whatever! You are a kill joy. " I mentally rolled my eyes at Obsidian, causing her to chuckle in her wolfy way back to me.

Sid and I had spiraled a bit lately as we allowed the memories of our past to consume me. Which meant we spent most of our time in wolf form, traveling and hunting. This allowed 'us' to 'be out of control' without having to worry about exploding at the pack members or hurting someone that did not deserve it. We would hunt the dredges of wolf society, the meanest of the mean, the rogues that were out for blood, out to hurt the packs.