The Choice
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				Title: <strong>The Choice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamslost4u</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 02:19:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/ec/7b/girl,pretty,red,hair,woman-ec7bc7154acfea624474919fddba71cd_h.jpg)</div>Luke twirled a finger through Hannah's wavy hair as she stood in front of a full bodied mirror looking over herself. A smile danced over her face as she looked at her and Luke's reflection, he had become so much like a father to her. She wasn't sure what her real father was like or even if this was what a father was supposed to act like, but she was content with Luke being her father figure. He had taken her in when she had nothing and no one, he had nursed her back to health. Never had he asked anything of her except what he asked of her yesterday and that was to mate with either his son or his sons best friend. Of course, she had agreed with out hesitation knowing that Luke wouldn't put her in a bad situation. Hannah felt that she owed Luke her life, and she did, but she felt she owed him way more than that.<br><br>With a deep breath she ran her fingers down her dress straightening a wrinkle, "Your sure I look okay," she asked Luke. Worry etched her voice that she wasn't dressed appropriately even though Luke had reassured her a million times that she looked fine, but fine wasn't what she was aiming for. <br><br>A deep warm chuckle emanated from behind her and she turned around giving Luke an innocent smile, his rough hand cupped her cheek making her look up at him and both their expressions softened to ones of love. "My dear Hannah, you look absolutely dazzling," he said and pulled her in for a hug. <br><br>She giggled and leaned up pecking a kiss onto his cheek before twirling around in a circle her dress twirling around her making her look as is she was floating. Hannah stopped and grinned, "Thank you," she took his hand and led him down the stairs to the kitchen where she had been preparing food for their diner. She looked over her shoulder as she stepped into the kitchen, "Are you excited to have your son come back home," she asked him knowing that his son and him didn't have that good of a relationship.<br><br>Luke watched Hannah go into the kitchen and stir the spaghetti sauce at her question he stopped and looked over at the clock it was four-thirty. David's parents, his pack enforcers, were supposed to be here at five and Jensen and David would be getting here shortly there after. He and his son had been on horrible terms the last time he saw him, they had been screaming and yelling at each other. Luke knew he had change ever since Hannah had come along, but he wasn't really sure how to approach his son. Hannah must have sensed his nerves because she turned around and gave him that warm smile that always made him feel better about himself. "It will be okay, Luke. I promise," Hannah reassured him now before she started to chop tomatoes and onions for the salad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Choice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stark</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 00:27:35</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Jensen rolled on to his back, opening his eyes as he stared up at the ceiling above him. His blueish grey eyes looked sad and tired, especially considering these were not traits which one would find when talking about Jensen. Perhaps it was the ominous feeling he had, the one he got every time he was going to return home, return to his Father. Jensen thought back to the last time he saw his father, the last thing he remembered was his eyes, his disappointing eyes which every time Jensen met them he felt the weight of his father's expectation and a surge of his disappoint crash upon him. At that moment the naked blonde human which lay next to him moved closer to him, still asleep, Jensen turned to look at the human he picked up in the last night. Letting out a sigh of boredom, he expertly slipped from her touch whilst she remained sleeping, standing up to his full height he scanned the floor for his clothes. This was a frustrating part of a usual morning ritual for Jensen. Once he had finished the scavenger hunt, he dressed his muscular frame before heading out of the humans house. Spotting his all black Yamaha V-max bike, it was the only true girl in his life which remained consistent. <br><br>Sticking his keys into the ignition his powerful V4 bike then roared into life with a powerful growl. He put upon his aviators before riding away on his bike to place where his every action was judged, where everything he did was not quite good enough. He wore a tight simple which clung to his massive frame with black jeans and boots. Jensen was a law student which always surprised most when they heard it wondering how someone like him would be able to maintain a course with such a high level of study. One thing which did not surprise those around him was that he was an athlete, an amazing one but being a werewolf does help... a bit.&nbsp; Both he and his best friend David were the teams star players, winning most of their games almost single handedly. His mind thought about David and if he was back already, they went out drinking last night and whilst Jensen entertained himself to the pleasures of a human woman he was unsure what happened to David, but he knew he would meet him back in the forest. <br><br>Soon enough Jensen was racing along the single road which led to the heart of the pack's forest, his father's house. As he pulled up he noticed a few cars parked outside there already, It seemed David parents has come but he couldn't see David anywhere. He decided against heading inside directly and sat on his bike waiting for his best friend to show, that way he wouldn't have to face his fathers disappointment alone and it allowed him an escape, although Jensen was not one to run, oh no, it's just since the loss of his family he felt his father blames him for it and that what is needs to escape because being blamed for it so for so long Jensen has come to feel guilty for it. </div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0GaLYr_B88/TBhkxKYP6hI/AAAAAAAAEsg/t5RgSYjVCQA/s1600/dw.jpg)</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Choice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamslost4u</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 01:24:03</strong>
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				Big arms wrapped around Hannah lifting her from her feet and spinning her in a giant circle causing a squeal and then laughter to flow from Hannah's lips. She hadn't heard Mark come in, but the way the man swept her off her feet and spun her gave away to who it was in second. A little pixie voice scolded the big bear like man to put Hannah down which only caused Hannah to laugh more. When she was finally set on her feet she gave them both a proper hug. Mark and Lauren, Davids parents, had become like an aunt and uncle to her and she loved having them over for dinner. She placed a kiss on Lauren's cheek and she got one in return before Lauren fluttered of to give David a hug. Everyone loved Hannah so much because of the change that she had brought out in their alpha.<br><br>Setting the food on the table, Lauren returned to Hannah's side and helped her finish setting the table. Lauren gushed about how excited she was to have her son back home where he was with the pack and Mark made some comment about how Lauren coddled the boy too much, but it was always fun and teasing with them. Of course when it came down to keeping the pack safe they were more than serious.<br><br>Once everything was set onto the table, everyone went into the living room to wait for the boys to get home. No one noticed the sound of the V4 bike that parked in front of the house, they were to busy talking and laughing. Hannah slipped away and up to her room during one of the stories she had already heard a million times. Standing back in front of the mirror she looked over herself again and smiled, it would have been a lie to say she wasn't nervous, but for the most part she was just kind of excited. Moving away from the mirror Hannah stepped over to the window and looked out at the forest, the land that had become her home the last six months, the pack that had taken her in. Many days she found herself wondering why she had been their laying on the outskirts of their pack bleeding to death, but when she went to talk to Luke about it he would always just tell her to not fret over it. "You came as my little gift, my broken angel," he would always tell her and at first she didn't like to be called a broken angel, but the more she got to know Luke the more she understood that it was a way of saying that they saved each other.<br><br>Movement caused her to look down and she saw a young man sitting on a motor bike. She couldn't see his face, but she could see his back, strong wide muscles of a back. She cocked her head to the side curiously trying to see his face, but with his back facing her she couldn't see anything. Stepping back from the window she moved away before he could see her watching him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Choice</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>North of 60°</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 01:59:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://aftertherain.eu/wp-content/uploads/jacob-sones-model-i1.jpg)</div>The trees seemed to skim by as one slow blur.&nbsp; One shade of green blended easily into another and pines mixed with cedars mixed with Douglas firs mixed with the few deciduous trees.&nbsp; It was amazing that driving this fast could actually seem slow.&nbsp; He supposed it wasn’t exactly slow, but it just seemed slower.&nbsp; He glanced down at the sped-o-meter confirming his suspicions.&nbsp; He raised his foot off the gas allowing the truck to deccelerate on it's own.&nbsp; He rolled down his window and rested his elbow on the sil, the wind felt good, cool and free on his face even as the car slowed.&nbsp; He had not been home since the beginning of the semester and even before then it had been an abbreviated stint back.&nbsp; He wouldn’t say he was homesick, but it would certainly be good to be able to stay longer.&nbsp; He loved the woods and the wilderness back home.&nbsp; Maybe he was homesick.<br><br>As his black pick-up truck rounded the final bend it had to, he saw the house come into view.&nbsp; He knew it very well as much of his childhood had been spent running away from here with Jensen.&nbsp; And speak of the devil, there he way, Jensen stood leaning against his motorcycle right on the outskirts of the large circular dirt driveway.&nbsp; Jensen had left the previous night searching for… more pleasant company.&nbsp; Dave didn’t really mind, it seemed that he always was out looking for <em>something</em> different.<br><br>David slowed the pick up and rode it around the bend of the roundabout and pulled the keys out of the ignition.&nbsp; He clicked open his door and ruffled his (too short to actually make a difference) hair.&nbsp; David’s timberlands hit the slightly soft dirt first sprinkling a light dust up to the bottoms of his loose jeans.&nbsp; He had on a blue, red and white plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.&nbsp; He kicked the door shut and walked the few steps towards Jensen.&nbsp; He inclined his head and said in his slightly deeper timbered voice.&nbsp; “Hey J.”
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