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Treasured

Summary:
Danni is just your typical shapeshifting werewolf teenage girl from New Hampshire. She's got friends, a family, and a pack of twelve that she would literally die for. But what happens when Danni takes off because she can't stand certain people anymore? banner


Notes:
Please read! My fist werewolf fanfict!


13. Let's Not Get Eaten Alive, Shall We

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Training went as well as it could possibly go when I couldn't be my wolf self and help Cassi do the demos so the La Push wolves could get them. It didn't take long for them to catch on, which was good, and we had Embry join us not shortly after starting.

I sighed, my clothes soaked through, and hair clinging to my shoulders, at the end of practice. It had been long for me, but it was only probably about half an hour since we started. I wish Greg would have let Ryan stay so I could direct in wolf form for the demos, and then even give pointers verbally to the wolves. I wish...

Near the end, I had a sudden urge to just go running through the trees. I had been antsy all afternoon, but this was unbearable. I needed to run, I had to run. Shifting, I screamed at Cassi to keep drilling on the basics until I got back before taking off into the trees in a white blur.

I didn't understand it, but it seemed like something had gone wrong, that I was the only one who knew it. I had to see what was going on. The feeling was pulling me east, not that I could go much farther west than La Push, towards home.

I put on the speed when I finally guess where it was taking me, and I reached a good sixty miles and hour through the trees, that is until I heard the howling about four miles away from the Ohio border. I veered off, following that new course towards the other wolves.

It didn't take me long until I picked up on the scent, but something told me to run to turn around and leave, that I wouldn't be wanted here. I was probably a hundred yards away from the new pack when that feeling really got to me, and I sprinted away, my legs propelling me over the rocky ground and sloping hills towards home.

It took me three hours from then to reach my house. I sniffed the air, something was wrong. Very wrong. I howled into the growing night, but nothing answered me. Where was everyone? What happened? What's gone wrong?

Something rammed into me, just feeling like a nudge. I turned to see Ryan, in human form.

"It's Stark. He's, he's back, and he wants to take on whoever's head."

Well that's just great. I phased back, staring at my brother. "Where is he?"

"He's down at the beach, he sent me to come and tell whoever was here. None of us would take him on. We've all seen him fight. He's out to take the pack."

"I realize that." I hissed, "Has anyone called Greg?"

He shook his head, "Power's out, no service, Stark must have knocked the lines down last night. We all got up this morning to find a deer carcass in the middle of the road with a note attached to it. We didn't read it, but we smelled Stark on the carcass. He rounded us up after that."

"Well this is just the perfect tea party you've gotten yourself into now isn't it?" I said sarcastically, "Where's Greg when we need him?"

"Wait. I thought he was with you." Ryan was looking at me in disbelief, "You mean he didn't send you back?"

I shook my head, "I just knew something went wrong. I didn't know what, but I knew it was bad, so I took off in the middle of a training course to come and find out. Greg might not even know I'm gone."

"Well then..." Ryan said thinking, "It looks like you'll have to take him down then."

I stared at him, dumbfounded, "What? You're not serious are you? He attacked me and won the last time I was up against him. I can't believe this! You expect me to beat him after he's taken me down twice?" I was nearly shouting, "I - I can't do that! You know I can't. I'll end up getting killed and then he'll have the entire pack. He's turning into more of a wolf man than any of us! I can't take that thing down! You're crazy if you're going to trust me with this!"

"You know what?" He asked after a minute, "Call me crazy then because I think you can do it."

My mouth fell open, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! There was no possible way I was going up against him ever again! Why on Earth was he after our pack anyways? There were plenty of packs around the coasts. It's not that hard to take down a smaller one, and taking down the leader of twelve wolves is just about near impossible! But he could take down everyone else in our pack easily except for Greg. If only Greg were here. He'd bail us out of this. I knew he would.

"We just -" I started, but was cut off by a cool and creepy feeling, and the hair on my neck standing on end. Stark was here.

I phased before he lunged out towards me, leaping over his head, he rammed his skull into an old pine, almost making me laugh. That is if I wasn't fighting for the pack.

Get over here and fight like a dog! Stark growled.

I stood my ground in front of Ryan, Get the hell out of here and I'll try to not make this humiliating. I thought before racing off towards the beach so the rest of the pack could jump in on this if and when needed.

The moon glowed overhead as I sprinted through the back yards of homes that fanned the shoreline. I've known these yards since childhood, Stark, on the other hand, had not, giving me a little bit to use as my advantage. I leapt over a high privacy fence of one of the last yards, the dark blue-ish black fence was almost invisible against the dark sky. I heard a loud thwack as Stark rammed into and through it a few seconds later, having misjudged the height of my jump. But he was still racing after me.

He leapt through the air after me when I was about two hundred yards from the water. With a vicious howl, he landed on top of me, plowing me into the soft sand.

His razor sharp claws bit into my skin, and I could feel the trickles of blood. This was not a good day.

So? He thought mockingly, Any last words before I take your entire pack from you?

I nodded; Just one question though. Why? Why are you doing this? What's your motivation? You could have easily just gone off and taken someone else's pack, but you're here for ours. All I want to know is why?

He barked a laugh; Oh you never could see clearly could you? Always focused on the pack before you. It's always because of the pack, never because of the one thing I've been after since you guys brought me here. You. You've always been so selfless, standing up for your pack before yourself. Everything you ever did was for the pack, not for you. I don't remember one thing that you ever did for yourself! He laughed again and drove his claws harder into my shoulder, keeping me pinned, I'm doing this for you Danni. It's all I've ever wanted.

You're insane. I spat.

Oh, but am I? The only reason I stayed with your pack for so long was because I was trying to get you to notice me. To think that I wasn't just the pup you trained up, but that I was actually a person. I wasn't just another pack member, that we could be something more.

I groaned, thinking back to the days of his training. I'd see him do one maneuver right the first time, but when I asked him to do it again, he's fail miserably. So I'd tell him to do it just like he did the first time, and we'd work our way back up. I had known he knew the skills, that he knew what he was doing, but I still tried to help him when he faltered. I now realized he did that on purpose.

You still haven't told me why though. I thought patiently.

I'm doing this because I love you Danni. Greg's been too soft with the pack, they need a real leader that will help them, and you, become better fighters. They need this Danni, and I need you.

I just about gagged. The one time I thought I could meet a guy and have it be nothing more than a small friendship, I get stabbed in the back. Literally. And now I'm pinned to the sand on the beach by the guy who's just said he's loved me, is absolutely insane, and bent on being pack leader of our pack to somehow impress me.

Let me up. I thought. I didn't expect him to listen, but, oddly he did and I stood. Alright, let's get this straight. You. Are. Insane. There is no possible way that I will ever feel the same about you, and this whole ruling the pack thing isn't going to help you with brownie points. Now, if you wouldn't mind leaving, the edge of town is that way. I thought and pointed back towards town.

Oh, I'm not going anywhere. Although it was a nice little speech.

I growled and lunged for him, he jumped effortlessly out of my way though, and bit down hard on my ankle. I howled, the sound piercing the quiet night, and fell on top of him. I bit down hard on anything I could, scratching and clawing my way out of his grasp.

I tackled him, biting down hard on his ear, that whole dominance factor coming back again. I was top dog around here and there was no way Stark was ever going to end up with my pack while I was around to say something about it. He yelped, but bit my shoulder and threw me off f him.

I laid there dazed for a second before I saw him lunge at me again, snarling and teeth bared. I sighed and closed my eyes, waiting to the bite, but it never came. I opened my eyes to see a familiar sandy colored wolf standing in front of me. Seth, but, how did he get here?

I followed you. That's how. A voice thought.

It took me a second to realize that it was Seth, and he could talk to me. It was so shocking that I didn't know what to think in response. I was just happy he was here.

Stark stared him down, crouched and ready for a fight. I couldn't let that happen. This was between me and Stark; it wasn't Seth's fight to fight. It was mine. I stood shakily, shaking off some sores that would last a while, and pushed past Seth. He looked at me like I was crazy, but let me past.

Alright, I thought, it's just you and me now Stark. Let's go.