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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

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14. Chapter 14

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We battled it out for about two hours until both of us were panting, legs shaking, and hardly able to make a move on the other. I was so close to just phasing back and falling asleep that it wasn't even funny. A leech could attack now and I wouldn't even notice it. That's how tired I was.

Come on... and fight... Stark's mind panted.

I shook my head, clearing my mind of sleep for the next three seconds, and lunged one last time at him, landing square as always, and he collapsed under my weight. I laid there on top of him, no strength left in me to move or get up. I could hardly keep my eyes open.

I yawned, and phased back to my human form without moving. I fell off of Stark as my vision began to fade, so tired. I saw him shift back, his dark brown hair hanging past his jaw line, his icy blue eyes looking tired and bloodshot.

He started laughing, but it sounded too far away, I was mostly asleep by the time I felt something digging into my neck. My eyes flew open as I hit the bark of a tall tree and I gasped as Stark knocked the wind out of me. I then felt the jabs of pain in four different spots of my neck. I looked down to see not a hand, but a paw was wrapped around my neck.

My hands flew to the paw, trying to pry it off, but I couldn't focus, lack of sleep and no oxygen, wasn't helping me. I struggled against him, but he laughed, tightening his hold. Things started to blur, I was out of breath. My hands fell limp and dead at my sides, I couldn't hold onto consciousness much longer.

There was a snarl from close by, and something plowed into Stark, knocking him down, and taking me down with him. His claws sliced my neck, but at least they were out of there, and I could finally breathe again. I laid there on my side, my breath coming in short, shaky gasps as I looked for whoever had just saved my life. I found them not far off, Seth.

I heard a familiar ripping sound, and saw half of my pack surge forward. I smiled; knowing that together, even just five or six of them could take Stark down easily. Why they didn't do that in the first place, I had no idea, but at least Stark would hopefully back off for a couple days until we could get Greg back here to take him down once and for all.

* * *

"Is she going to be alright?" Someone asked.

"I'm not sure." I heard Ryan whisper quietly, "I'm sure she'll pull through."

"Ah, she'll be fine. Just give her a couple days to sleep it off kid." Jared said too loud for me not to hear.

"But-" The first started and then sighed, "I just wish I could've stopped him sooner."

"It's alright Seth." Ryan said, "We all do, but no one saw it coming. I doubt anyone of us would have noticed where they went if you hadn't taken off after them. Who knew Stark could move that fast."

I heard the sound of a door closing and footsteps walking down the hall. I sighed, but winced as pain shot through my neck. "Ow." I whispered and placed a hand on the cuts. They were scabbed over, but still oh so very painful. I stretched and winced again, yep. There were bruises and I was definitely sore. Maybe I should just sleep the day away? But I've gotta get back to Greg, hopefully he won't be pissed that I left without telling him, or letting him know I though something was up, hopefully.

I forced myself up. The least I could do was call Greg and let him know what happened last night. He always wants reports anyways. So I might as well get this over with while last night's still fresh in my mind.

I dressed slowly, and painfully I might add, into my usual ensemble; icy blue jeans and a tight white tee shirt, before limping down the stairs. I walked into what I had hoped to be an empty living room to be disappointed. My entire pack was seated either on the couch, one of the two armchairs, or on the floor watching TV or talking. Silence met my entrance.

"Hi guys." I said and leaned against the doorway, "What'd I miss?" I just got blank stares as my answer. I sighed, "Well, if you're all going to go mute on me, then I guess that's be something else to report to Greg today. Honestly after last night I thought you guys would be pumped and already out on patrol hoping to catch anything that moves. Guess I was wrong though."

The group stayed silent. I waited a few more minutes before walking off into the kitchen and picking up the phone before dialing Greg's number. I glanced at the clock, making sure I wouldn't disturb his much needed sleep. It was noon here, so that means it's nine in the morning over in Washington. He shouldn't be too mad then if I wake him up now instead of later.

He answered on the third of fourth ring, "Talk to me."

"Morning Greg." I said as lightly as I could. It still hurt to move.

"Danni?" He asked in awe.

I laughed, "Who else?"

"Where are you? Wow, that was a stupid question. You're calling from home, so I'm assuming that's where you are."

"Yep, that's where I'd be Greg. Took you a couple seconds though." I teased. "But that's not the only reason I called. I bet you're wondering why I'm here anyways."

"Uh huh. That'd be a good question to have answered. Please, do explain."

I nodded and launched into my story, "You see, yesterday, or well, whatever day it was I left, I had a really bad feeling, like something went wrong and I had to go and fix it, so, I, uh, kind of followed it. You know me. So I ended up here, and well, there was some pretty bad news. A) Stark was in town, B) the power was out, most likely Stark, and C) He wanted out pack, so he was challenging top dog, and that ended up being me."

"Danni, why didn't you tell me?" Greg interrupted. "I would have come with you and that fight could have been avoided, and after the travel you must have been under your game, that wasn't fair, you should have told me."

I nodded while he talked and spoke when he finished, "I know, I know. But there was no time. It was like I had to get here that second or terrible things would happen, there wasn't any time to explain, and it kind of just jumped up on me. I had no idea what I was doing the entire run home. And Stark wouldn't wait for you to get back. He would have fought me anyways, and... I just took it. We battled it out on the beach for a long time until we were both pretty much dead on our feet. I thought I had it won so I pinned him one more time before phasing back because I was so tired. But, he... he did something. I'm not entirely sure what, but he ended up pinning me to a tree and... his hand, well, more of his arm, the one that was choking me, it was," I paused, "This is going to sound crazy Greg, but you've got to trust me on this one. His arm wasn't an arm, it was his wolf leg and paw. I've got the claw marks on my neck to prove it. Somehow he's managed to be able to morph only certain parts of himself. I don't know how he does it, but it was scary."

"Wait," He interjected before I could continue with the end of my fabulous first night home, "So you're saying that his arm was his wolf leg and he had you pinned to the tree with his paw wrapped around your neck?" He sounded like he couldn't believe it. I still couldn't believe it, but well, I thought Greg's seen everything. Guess not.

"Uh huh, that's exactly what I'm saying Greg, and even I wouldn't believe it if it hadn't been happening to me."

"That's... so weird... I - I can't even begin to imagine it. You'll have to replay it for me when you get back here. But please, continue."

I sighed, "So, I'm pinned to this tree by this half wolf Stark, and Seth pile drives him into the ground. It was so awesome. You should have been here to see it. But then the rest of the pack jumped in, and then I think I passed out. But that's pretty much what happened after I left. I just came to about half an hour ago."

"Hmm." He said sounding satisfied, "How long do you think you'll be over on that side of the country?"

"Uh..." I thought about it. I'd at least need one more day to try and heal up, maybe two. There's no way I'm running cross country today, like this. It just wouldn't work. "Tomorrow I might be able to head back over, but that's based on a miracle happening, otherwise give me tomorrow over here and I'll be back the next day, with Seth. I can't send him home without another wolf going with him, you know our rules."

"Alright then. That's fine, and I'll let Sam know that's where Seth is. Keep me posted in case anything else goes on that I would have no other way of knowing about."

I yawned and winced at the same time, then wondered how that was even possible, "Will do. I'll talk to you later."

"Take care of yourself kid. I'd like to keep my Beta dog in one piece for a while."

I gave a sarcastic laugh, "Tell that to Stark and then we might have some sort of guarantee. Otherwise, I can't keep promises when I don't know how long they'll last. Talk to you later Greg."

"See you around." And he hung up.

I placed the phone back on the cradle and walked back into the living room to find that half the pack was missing. "Where'd...?" I started, but Ryan gave me a look, and that was all I needed. They'd followed my advice and left in pairs to go and patrol. It was just me, Seth, Ryan, Tyler, and De now. The last two were making goo-goo eyes at each other, and it was slightly annoying.

I sighed and collapsed onto the couch next to Seth who was staring at me like I was insane. Wolves from the east side must heal faster than Seth's pack did. Huh. I always wondered if where we lived had anything to do with that. I guess it does, or maybe it's just me. Who knows?

"So," I asked looking around at all four faces, "What's on?"

Ryan burst out laughing, Seth kept staring at me like I was absolutely mental, Tyler smiled, and De completely ignored me - that was normal.