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Most Saturdays, well some Saturdays, Melody did not work. However, today she had gone into the lab as she did on any other weekday. She wanted to get ahead on her work because she was being called into court to testify on Monday and she did not want the other cases she was working on being delayed. Testifying in court was not something she always had to do, but honestly, she liked the change of pace. In fact, she liked everything about her job. Her job wasn't a drag or something she dreaded. It was her happy place, where she could just relax and do what she loves. <br/>
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She was aware this was not common for most people. She enjoyed her extra shifts (and the overtime too). She spent her day running some final tests and writing up a report for a murder case she was assigned. She enjoyed the variety of cases she has had the opportunity to work on, but living in Montana, she knew that her work was not as varied or fast-paced as other places. It was why she hesitated to take the job in the first place. She ideally wanted to work in a busy city where she had a more varied and heavier workload. Or even maybe working for the FBI, if she was truly being ambitious. <br/>
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She wasn't going to lie and say being turned didn't throw a wrench into her plans. It wasn't her being a werewolf that ruined her plans, but Melody had planned to only stay in Montana for a year or two and then move on to something better. Being part of a pack, she knows she can't. And that fact crushes her. The anger still bubbles under the surface, evident in her general unpleasant mood and scowl on her face. On bad days, she thinks about leaving, but realistically she would likely never leave. So, she does what she always did. She threw herself into her duties and work and is now a Delta, training for a Beta position. <br/>
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Finishing up for the day, she turned off all of the equipment, logged off her computer, and grabbed her work bag. Looking down at her watch, she saw that she was already late. No point in rushing now. Being the last person at the lab, she turned the lights off behind her as she walked out the door. Melody drove back to the pack's remote home and stopped in her home to drop off her things before heading to the gathering. She decided not to change and get ready because she didn't want to miss the meal.<br/>
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As she arrived at the weekly gathering, she realized just how underdressed she really was. Melody's hair was piled on her head to keep it out of her face while she was working. She was wearing an oversized sweater, jeans, and some white hightops. Not even close to dressed up. She didn't really care, however. Giving a nod in greeting to Zephyr, she took her usual seat at the table. <br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Most Saturdays, well some Saturdays, Melody did not work. However, today she had gone into the lab as she did on any other weekday. She wanted to get ahead on her work because she was being called into court to testify on Monday and she did not want the other cases she was working on being delayed. Testifying in court was not something she always had to do, but honestly, she liked the change of pace. In fact, she liked everything about her job. Her job wasn't a drag or something she dreaded. It was her happy place, where she could just relax and do what she loves. <br/>
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She was aware this was not common for most people. She enjoyed her extra shifts (and the overtime too). She spent her day running some final tests and writing up a report for a murder case she was assigned. She enjoyed the variety of cases she has had the opportunity to work on, but living in Montana, she knew that her work was not as varied or fast-paced as other places. It was why she hesitated to take the job in the first place. She ideally wanted to work in a busy city where she had a more varied and heavier workload. Or even maybe working for the FBI, if she was truly being ambitious. <br/>
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She wasn't going to lie and say being turned didn't throw a wrench into her plans. It wasn't her being a werewolf that ruined her plans, but Melody had planned to only stay in Montana for a year or two and then move on to something better. Being part of a pack, she knows she can't. And that fact crushes her. The anger still bubbles under the surface, evident in her general unpleasant mood and scowl on her face. On bad days, she thinks about leaving, but realistically she would likely never leave. So, she does what she always did. She threw herself into her duties and work and is now a Delta, training for a Beta position. <br/>
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Finishing up for the day, she turned off all of the equipment, logged off her computer, and grabbed her work bag. Looking down at her watch, she saw that she was already late. No point in rushing now. Being the last person at the lab, she turned the lights off behind her as she walked out the door. Melody drove back to the pack's remote home and stopped in her home to drop off her things before heading to the gathering. She decided not to change and get ready because she didn't want to miss the meal.<br/>
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As she arrived at the weekly gathering, she realized just how underdressed she really was. Melody's hair was piled on her head to keep it out of her face while she was working. She was wearing an oversized sweater, jeans, and some white hightops. Not even close to dressed up. She didn't really care, however. Giving a nod in greeting to Zephyr, she took her usual seat at the table.</div>
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