Sara was nestled down on the couch in the living room. She could feel the tension in the air most of the wolves were worried about the new female her included. Weeks ago she had meet her, and had fast become friends though she did not know who she was then. That night she had been just as shocked as that poor girl was. Sara was not sure how she felt about the events that happened that night. If he had wanted her to be a wolf wouldn't there Alpha had turned her when they where together? There obviously was a reason why he had not, and he seemed to be mad that it had happened. Alexandria had been her friend though, and she had not wanted to watch her die. Still why did it have to be her mate that turned her? Why couldn't the Alpha do it if that was what was to happen.<br/><br/>Sara had spent the days after the incident pretty much avoiding the others trying to sort out her own feelings. She avoided her mate because he smelled of her. She avoided the others mostly because she just wasn't feeling that social. A lot of the time she found herself going by the Alphas bedroom. She never went in, but she wondered if Alexandria would be ok. She really had liked her, and if  she could grasp what had happened there friendship could continue. She also felt perhaps a bit of pity for the girl. It was a bad thing her Alpha had done taking off on the girl like that. All this mess could have been avoided if he had been just a bit more truthfull.<br/><br/>Sara flipped through a book. She was lying on the sofa propped up on her elbows. Her long black hair cascaded over her face hiding her features and making anyone wonder how she could see the book. She was wearing a tight black shirt with a long black skirt