"You sure this is a good idea?"  Johnny said next to her, as they approached the building where they would meet the Obsidian pack.  It was old church, long since abandoned, but one that sat right smack-dab on the boundary line between the Obsidians and her pack, the Lone Peak wolves.  Allie forced a smile and shook her head.<br/><br/>"No, but there have been four fights between the packs in two weeks.  If we keep going like this, things are gonna get worse long before they get better."  Allie replied.  She wore well-fitting jeans and leather jacket.  Her long, flaxen hair was pulled up into a tight, flowing ponytail.  She had considered dressing up more, but she didn't think it would make much of a difference.  "Jack would have hated this..."<br/><br/>"That's why Jack lost to you, Al.  He wasn't right for the pack."  Johnny said with a pat on her shoulder as they made their way up the steps of the church.  He was a hair taller than she was, built bulkier, with dark hair and dark skin.  They had been friends since they were cubs, he had was every much her brother as Jackson had been.  That tended to happen in packs when children grew up of a similar age.  He was her second in command and her moral compass.<br/><br/>Still, what he said wasn't fully true.  She the fight with Jackson won because something in her brother had changed.  After they lost their parents, he had become bitter and angry.  Challenges to lead the pack did not have to end in death, but he had given her now choice in that fight.  It was either kill or be killed, and she had not been ready to die.  Her mind brought up the images of Jack's last moments, his shallow breathing before Allie ended the pain with a quick twist of his neck.  "I still wish it could have gone another way."  She said, softly.<br/><br/>"We gotta look to the future, kiddo.  Can't change the past."  He replied.<br/><br/>Allie nodded and they entered the church.  They walked through the foyer into the main room, decaying pews still sat facing the front of the room.  There was nothing to do but wait for Alistair Harvey to arrive.  Allie forced herself to straighten.  No matter what pains haunted her mind, she could not show weakness in this meeting.  She had to show she was every bit as capable and strong as the man that lead the Obsidians.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="985" data-username="@Snowey Owl" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/985/">@Snowey Owl</a>