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Albrecht Wolff

"I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there."

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a character in “Welcome to Bellingstone”, originally authored by Scarlet Loup, as played by RolePlayGateway

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“I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.”
~Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie




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Race: Werewolf

Gender: Male

Age: Thirty-eight

Nicknames: His name, Albrecht, doesn't really allow for many nicknames besides Al, which he's been called playfully on many accounts. He prefers using it in formal situations unless he wishes to really stand out, due to how abstract the name Albrecht is. His middle name is Felix but he doesn't really use it as a nickname or anything.

Occupation: Currently unemployed, but he's worked as a lawyer for quite a while and built up a decent amount of money

Pack/Coven Name: He's a loner as of now, having not approached his old pack and having been kicked out of a pack he joined after college.

Rank in Pack/Coven: N/A







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Height: Six feet, one inch

Weight: One hundred, seventy pounds

Build: Like his brother, Albrecht is muscular and well-built. If anything, he is slightly larger than Axel.

Hair Color: Dark chocolate brown so that it appears black in most lighting

Eye Color: Mocha brown with some hazel

Scars?: Albrecht bears the normal smattering of of scars and lacerations most male werewolves have. As a pup, he was always a rough fighter and stood up to his elders without a fear. For these reasons, he bears many more scars than his little brother. As for his most noticable scars, four claw marks mar his pectorals, obviously from a werewolf, and also bears numerous bite marks and one scratch dangerously close to his eye. The bite marks and claw marks were received after he left town to attend college. The latter was given to him after flirting with a male wolf's mate in a bar.

Brief Written Description: Standing just a mere inch above his little brother, Axel, Albrecht bears basically the same build as Axel. Compared to Axel, he is still larger and more intimidating. His hair looks just about black most of the time, especially because he slicks it back slightly with either hair gel or water. His hairline is receding slightly but this is due to a mixture of age and stress he's experienced. Albrecht's eyes are a darker brown than Axel's eyes, which are a light hazel-like color. Whereas Axel inherited their father's eyes, Albrecht inherited their mother's eyes. His flesh is also tanned very well from sun exposure and an athletic life. A few wrinkles have begun to form around his eyes, also due to age and stress. Other than that, he retains a youthful, attractive appearance. His cheekbones are at an average position, but his cheeks are sunken slightly, giving his face a more chiseled shape. Also unlike his brother, he tends to shave more often than Axel and occasionally keeps up a light stubble when he doesn't feel like shaving.

Clothing Preference: Albrecht dresses in a way eerily similar to his little brother. Like Axel, he's normally clad in flannel shirts with a wife beater or t-shirt beneath. In the peak of summer, he ditches the flannel and wears either just his t-shirt or just his wife-beater (or, nothing, if he feels like it). For pants, it's denim jeans either the normal length or crudely cut to below the knee by himself. He prefers barefeet to anything, but he wears boots when out in public.





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Skills:
  • Despite how strong Axel is, it is known by the majority of the pack that Albrecht is the more dominant brother. In spars when they were young, Albrecht constantly forced the younger Wolff into submission. He's retained most of his strength since then, although he can be overwhelmed when attacked by multiple figures, seeing as he fights with more brute strength than with quick, easy blows or strikes.
  • He left Bellingstone to become a lawyer and, therefore, speaks with charisma and ease.
  • In his time away from Bellingstone, he became a talented boater and fisherman. He enjoys water and the ocean a lot and spent much of his childhood by the large lake outside of Bellingstone.
  • He moves quite swiftly and agilely for a man of his build. When he was younger, he used to wait tables in his father's restaurant for this reason while his brother took on cooking.
Quirks:
  • Like his younger brother, Albrecht also has a problem sitting still in most situations. Even while practicing as a lawyer, he was known to use the floor and walk around or would play with the end of his tie under the table.
  • He chews and picks the ends of his finger nails. It's a habit he picked up as a kid and hasn't yet overcome.
  • The more he is rebutted, the more defensive he becomes. It gets to a point where, in a particularly annoying court case, he nearly shoved his face into another man's and yelled at him.
Likes:
  • Water
  • Boating
  • Talking
  • Family
  • Leanna
  • His pack
  • Fighting
  • Being dominant
  • Being barefoot
  • Football (American football), along with most sports
  • Choosing his own path
Dislikes:
  • Cooking (he's no good at it)
  • Being beaten
  • Others telling him what to do
  • Hunters
  • Shoes
  • Suits
  • Being wrong
  • Lies
Fears:
  • Never joining a pack again
  • Being alone for the rest of his days
  • Being killed, especially by Hunters or vampires

Written Description: In the years since Albrecht lived in Bellingstone, it seems he and his brother completely switched roles and personalities, more or less. When he first lived in Bellingstone, Albrecht was the responsible, young man who had a great sense of duty to protect his pack and become the next Alpha male. He continuously beat down his younger brother into a submissive state and was obviously on his way to being one of the Pack's finest leaders. Upon leaving for college, though, he realized that he would much rather experience life outside of the pack.

Returning now after he's built up a decent bank account, Albrecht is far more easy-going and laid back. If anything, his younger brother seems to be the one who's thinking things through more. Albrecht doesn't seem to think that by leaving, he has screwed his chances as Alpha. In fact, he's quite willing to fight his own brother for position as Alpha. He becomes jealous and protective easily, even over things that aren't really his. Despite being more laid-back with rules, Albrecht also is much more aggressive and eager to fight, most likely because he is no longer in a stable position of authority.




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Relationship Status: Once upon a time, he was promised to marry Leanna and be her mate. While he still has feelings for her, he also knows that she's Axel's mate now...unless he can reclaim his position as Alpha. As of now, he is single.

Brief History: This life of Albrecht Wolff was never entirely calm or uneventful. Being the first born son of Richard and Laura Wolff in the winter of 1975, Albrecht was already destined to become the Alpha before he was even born. At only three years of age, he was already promised to marry Leanna Romero, the eldest of Jonas and Olivia Romero. Though the two were destined to become the next Alpha pair, it didn't affect their friendship at all. In fact, the two were basically inseparable.

When he was six years old, Axel was born. By then, although he wasn't very strong yet, Albrecht was a very tall child compared to the other pups of the pack. In play groups, he quickly assumed the position of leader while making Leanna a sort of second in command. Axel, on the other hand, became the brunt of most of his beatings and displays of dominance, stressing their relationship to this day. By the time Axel hit puberty and his rebellious streak, the two could be found constantly beating on each other in their wolf forms. Each time, Albrecht came out strong. However, Axel eventually became able to escape less hurt or hold himself for longer in a fight. These fights were a way of the elder Wolff boy whipping his younger brother into the role he'd eventually take on as a subordinate.

When he turned twenty-one and Leanna had turned eighteen, they were deemed a couple and began to refer to themselves as dating. As their relationship deepened and blossomed further into true love, Albrecht also began more and more aggressive to his unruly little brother, constantly fighting with him and forcing him into submission. When he was twenty-nine, Albrecht proposed to Leanna. She accepted and the preparations for the wedding began. In the mean time, Axel had taken up working at the diner, where he was perfectly content working forever. It got Albrecht wondering what he would do with himself to provide for his future wife and pups. What could he do? He had a high school education, but he hadn't attended college of any sort.

Deciding to leave the pack was one of the hardest decisions he made in his thirty years of existence. For months before he left, he slowly tried to detach himself from Leanna, hoping to save her some of the pain when he finally left her. He made plans to leave, to fund an education for himself at University of California with his parents' money, which he would take. Albrecht had everything worked out in his mind...except how to leave behind his love.

Continuously, he put off telling her he was leaving. But, he finally realized that he couldn't marry her when he was planning to leave. The night before they were to wed, he scaled the side of her home and climbed into the window of her room to wake her and tell her what was going on. The entire time, his gut clenched with guilt and fear. Albrecht watched the one person who meant the world to him try desperately to convince him what he was doing was just wedding nerves. For a minute, he almost believed her and might have stayed. But, he convinced himself he was leaving and, as she shouted at him, he simply held her tight and sighed. Even as she sobbed, he held her and told her it would be okay. With a final kiss, he told her he loved her and left her to go fly out to California on his parents' money.

In California, he attended a program in political science for three years, spending his summers earning credits too so he would graduate earlier. His first year at college was stressful, full of studying and cramming. By his next year, he was slowly unwinding and becoming easier going. In his last year, he was just about as easy-going as ever and much more relaxed than he'd been with the burden of a pack on his shoulders. Afterwards, he attended University of Washington for law school. Once qualified, at thirty-seven, he returned to the eastern side of Pennsylvania to practice there for law. In his time away from the pack, he joined countless other packs and even flirted with and dated other women. One woman in particular, who he flirted with, was the cause of a nasty scar that he still bears. With a decent amount of money stored up, he finally decided fairly recently to return to his childhood home and, if lucky, reclaim his love.

So begins...

Albrecht Wolff's Story

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So much had seemed to change in the sleepy town of Bellingstone in just nine years since Albrecht had packed his few belongings and left Pennsylvania for the west coast. Granted, the small town had already been busy as it was before Al had hit the road. Yet, it just seemed far more lively now that he was back. That many people couldn't have possibly settled in the town during that time, right? The werewolf shook his head lightly as he gripped the steering wheel of his olive green Jeep. He'd decided, a few miles back, to remove the top and store it in the moving truck which wasn't too far away from him as drove down the highway outside of Bellingstone.

Whereas his brother had always been a motorcycle freak ever since he could drive, Albrecht preferred a four-wheeled vehicle much more. Besides, they looked much tougher in his opinion. A measly bike wouldn't hold up if hit by a car, now would it? Inside of the town now, Albrecht slowed the car as he moved through town.

"Holy shit," he muttered, looking through the sunglasses he wore at the surrounding buildings. While they all seemed to hold the same sense of normalcy that he remembered from his days as a boy, they also all looked so different. Perhaps that was due to the fact that the once refined town was now occupied by either vacationers or those who believed the little town was "cute" and "quaint". Al scoffed, running a hand quickly through his hair. Stupid...this was the furthest one could get from a cute little town. He still remembered reading in the papers when those hikers went missing. Although he hadn't contacted any of the pack, he knew for a fact that those God damn blood suckers were to blame. How dare they, he thought. They don't have to attack humans. We get on fine with just hunting animals.

Up in Washington, when he'd attended law school, he distinctly remembered a coven that stuck to drinking from game, not humans. If only the rest of the vampires were that progressively minded. But, then again, they were all as old as dirt. He couldn't really expect anything more from them. Stopped at a traffic light, he waved to a group of girls who looked at him quickly in confusion. Al's brow furrowed as he continued on to the townhouse he'd decided to rent, which was another thing that wasn't really around during his childhood. Then again, it was more like an old home that had been renovated to accommodate two separate families.

He was a bit confused by how the girls had looked at him. Were they confused to see a man his age waving at them or were they confused because they'd never seen him before? Hoping it was the last, because the former would have been disappointing, Al continued to the home and stopped before it. Before he'd had time to unlock the door, the moving truck of his few belongings stopped before the townhouse.

"Where d'you want these?" asked the driver, as he got out and leaned against his truck. Albrecht shrugged. He certainly didn't feel like unpacking yet.

"Just leave them on the porch or the lawn," he said, arms crossed. He'd decided extemporaneously to leave the boxes and furniture there for later while he enjoyed his first day back in Bellingstone. If the town was the way it used to be, he wouldn't have to worry about his belongings being tampered with. Leaving the mover to unload the truck himself, Albrecht shoved his hands into his pockets and started down the sidewalk back toward the heart of town.

Instinctively, he found his feet guiding him toward Axel's diner which, as far as he knew, was still his father's diner. He hadn't talked once with his little brother since he left so, of course he would have no idea that the man was Alpha. Even more worrisome was the fact that he walked the streets without a care, even though he was a lone wolf in another pack's territory. Of course, he didn't think such things because, as far as he knew, he was just a wolf back in his home. Al stopped before the door into the diner and sighed softly. How would they react when he showed his face?

Regardless of his worries, Albrecht pushed the door open and walked in. Almost instantly, his gaze fell upon a familiar female at the bar of the diner. No...it couldn't be her, could it? Hesitantly, he walked forward with his arm still crossed. Even as he sat beside her at the bar, his arms were crossed.

"Leanna...?" he asked, smiling broadly. "Leanna Romero?"

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Axel set the glass of orange juice down before Lea and she gratefully accepted it, taking a long sip.

"No, really, I'm fine," she promised at his offer of something else. "I already ate before I left home. At least the toaster is one thing that's still working in that house," she laughed. She then turned her attention back to her drink, taking another sip.

Leanna looked up to the sound of an accented woman's voice saying the name of her mate. The woman was undoubtedly pretty, though something about her looked out of place. Leanna studied her over her orange juice, wondering what about her it could possibly be that didn't feel right. Axel turned towards her, greeting her, complimenting her on her accent before asking her what she wanted. The woman responded that she was here for the waitressing position.

Axel moved to interview her and Leanna turned her attention away, leaving them to it. Noticing that, in Axel's absence, dishes were beginning to pile up, Leanna stood up. Though she wasn't working at the moment and truly had no obligation to help out, she knew Axel was busy and once they were, inevitably, married, this diner would be as much hers as it was his. There was no point in her sitting there doing nothing when she could be of use. She filled a sink with water, pouring some washing up liquid in which foamed on contact. She quickly washed the piled up dishes, cups and cutlery before drying them.

Leanna then refilled her glass with orange juice and sat back down at the bar. She could easily hear Axel and the hopeful waitress' conversation, and something about it made her pause. She was giggling. Axel was blushing. She brushed her tongue across her lips. Axel was grinning. They were flirting.

Leanna shifted awkwardly and a horrible sickness settled in her stomach. Maybe it was her? She'd had two chances, two Wolff brothers, and she didn't seem to be able to keep either. Axel didn't want her. He'd never really wanted her. All it took was one pretty Italian girl to walk through that door and he'd thrown himself at her like he'd been starved of any sort of romantic attention his whole life.

"Me? Married? I'm not married, actually. I'm single. Well, actually, I have a girlfriend. We're, uh, we're at a really awkward point in our relationship, though. A little bit of an impasse...but not really."

Lea felt as though she'd been kicked in the stomach. She knew their relationship was awkward and uncomfortable, but that was private. To everyone else, they were meant to present the front of perfect couple. Even between them they tried to keep the facade that everything was okay. Yet, here Axel was, claiming to be single. She was doing her duty. She always had done. She'd done everything that had ever been asked of her, but it just wasn't enough.

Leanna fixed her eyes on her orange juice, staring into it intently, her eyes blazing with anger. How could he?

"Leanna...?" a familiar voice came from beside her.

Leanna froze.

"Leanna Romero?"

Her muscles locked and she stopped breathing, as though the air had suddenly been sucked from the room. She felt a chill run across her skin, even though the diner was perfectly warm. Her eyes went wide and her heart began to thud desperately in her chest.

It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. He'd gone. He'd left her. Left behind his home, his family, his fiancé. She'd believed she'd never see him again. She'd pushed his memory and all thoughts of him so far from her mind. But she still instantly recognised his voice. There was no other such a voice could belong to. It was the voice she'd grown up being best friends with. The voice that had told her he loved her. The voice that had asked her to marry him. And then it was the voice that had broken her heart.

She wanted to get up and walk out of the diner. Leave him, forget him, the way he had forsaken her. But she couldn't. She had to see him. She had to put her eyes on him. She wanted to touch him, just so she knew he was really there. Know she wasn't going mad. After a long moment, Leanna turned around. Instantly, she was reacquainted with his family face. Her eyes followed the curve of his jawbone, finding his lovely brown eyes against his tanned skin. He was almost just as she remembered him. There were a few more lines on his face and his hairline was receding. But he was still as attractive as he had been before. He was still the man she'd fallen in love with.

"Albrecht... I, um, what are you...?" She stumbled over her words, suddenly nervous. Her chest tightened and she took a deep breath. "Hi," she said finally, her voice much softer. Hurt and loss clouded her eyes, unable to keep the emotion from her face. She looked down, trying to gather some composure.

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Character Portrait: Axel Jaeger Wolff Character Portrait: Leanna Romero Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Isabella Gabrielle Clarke Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff Character Portrait: Nikolai Lannister Character Portrait: Sterling Pearce
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Caro moved behind him, wrapping her arms securly around his waist, her face resting softly on his shoulder. Sam felt her place a soft kiss on his shoulder blade, and a smile broke out onto his face, despite the situation. She had always had that effect on him, even from the first moment they met. Something she said, or an expression she made, anything could bring a smile to his face. She was completely infectious. “I’m gonna go and check on Aunt Nettie first, I don’t like the idea of her being out in that cabin by herself.” He sighed, knowing she wasn't the damsel in distress he often wished she was. She was strong and determined. His eyebrows furrowed, but her next words calmed his worries. “Once I get her we’ll go straight to the diner, I promise.” He turned to face her, hands moving to gently cup her face.

"Okay, my love," he said, leaning forward and placing a small kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you soon." He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly for a few moments. He released her and walked out from behind the bar to the front door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open. He turned around once more to get a glimpse of her, giving her one last smile and a wave. Then he was standing on the sidewalk outside, and he turned to head back to the diner. He jogged the entire way back, nervous about the news he had received. Unlike most of his pack, all Sam wished for was peace. He didn't want to believe it was just a vampire going on a rampage killing humans. Hell, it could have been a hunter attempting to kill them and it was only self defense. Until all the facts were straight, he wasn't going to make any assumptions.

It didn't take him long to reach the diner, and he threw the door open, entering into the overwhelming smell of delicious food. His eyes scanned the building, washing over the many patrons. No one looked particularly frightened. Perhaps news of the death hadn't traveled throughout the town yet. He forced himself to appear relaxed, before locating Axel and making his way towards the man. Surprisingly, he was talking to a woman Sam had never even seen before. Yet she was oozing sex appeal and seemed to be making all the right moves. Although Axel's back was to him, he could read the Alpha's body language. He was obviously attracted to her, and his demeanor was flirtatious in nature.

The sight made him pause. Perhaps Axel wouldn't be so upset to find out about Sam and Caroline after all. Hell, Axel was in a 'relationship' of sorts, yet here he was openly flirting with another woman in plain sight. He made a note in the back of his mind to attempt to talk to Axel about his predicament. Perhaps his best friend would be more understanding than Sam feared. Realizing he had stopped walking, and was just standing a few steps from the door, he forced his legs to move over to the counter.

More shocking than Axel flirting with another woman was the fact that Leanna was still present in the diner, only feet away from the scene. Hell, Sam thought Axel was slightly more smooth than that. He felt truly sorry for Leanna, knowing how much she actually craved love. She didn't exactly have the best history, and Sam faintly wondered if Axel had ever truly tried to love Leanna. He assumed not.

Instead of interrupting Axel in his pursuits, he approached Leanna instead. He would try to comfort her, or perhaps just distract her from the sight of Axel and the mysterious woman. He didn't know why, but he had a soft spot in his heart for Leanna. Perhaps it was because he knew how his best friend really was, and the fact that Leanna deserved to be happy. Like he and Caroline were. She probably deserved better than him, if he was truly honest with himself. Of course he loved his best friend, but he could also admit Axel's faults better than the Alpha could himself.

When he was next to Leanna, he finally recognized the man standing before her. Albrecht, Axel's older brother, and the previous Alpha of the Wolff pack. He and Leanna had been engaged, once. Hell, he had probably just walked into a more awkward situation than interrupting Axel and the brunette. Damn. Well, he'd have to play it off as not awkward. "Ho-ly shit," he said, emphasizing the two syllables of the word holy. "Albrecht, it's been a long time, man." He held out his hand, in hopes Albrecht would shake it.





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Gabby's maker took the lead, and she followed next to him. Their entire walk was in silence, and she wished she could hear his thoughts. He was entirely unreadable, something that was already beginning to irk her beyond belief. After gaining all of her vampiric abilities, and living even her short life so far, she had gained a particular ability to be able to know how someone was feeling, almost know what they were thinking. Yet this man was complete mystery. And his personality was so completely all over the place that she had a hard time even understanding what sort of man he was. Sure, he appeared charming and suave, yet she had a faint suspicion that was only because he wanted her to see that side of him.

Before long, they had reached the outskirts of town, and without realizing she sucked in a huge breath at the appearance of a building that appeared as if it was from a fairy tale. An astounding four story building that probably had more rooms than Gabby had ever seen in her life. She stopped in her tracks, in awe of everything her eyes were taking in. "No way..." she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. "Welcome home my sweet," Nikolai spoke, but she couldn't take her eyes away from the building in front of her. Home... he had said, and the word struck her heart with a sharp pain. She hadn't felt at home anywhere since she had been turned. It didn't even need to be a place, no person had made her feel like family.

"Everything that is mine, is yours." His arm swept out in an elegant motion, gesturing to the large property before the pair of them. She walked in front of him, up the steps leading to the front door. Upon opening it, she was once again struck with the feeling of awe. Luxuriousness hit her squarely in the face. Everything was dark, from the deep brown wood to the burgundy carpets. And it was all bathed in a dull, yellow glow. She took a few steps inside, yet it all felt suffocating to her. How would she ever be able to call this place home? It felt like a museum, not a house. Certainly not a home. She had only been inside the house for a few moments, yet she found herself backstepping out onto the porch. She gulped in large breaths of the cool air, even though her lungs didn't need even an ounce of it.

Her brain finally started to process everything she had been through the past few hours. This was absolutely insane. She had known this man for only a speck of her life, and she was following him blindly. She knew nothing about him, besides the fact that he had made her. And now she was going to foolishly go live with him straight away? She had been raised to have more sense than what she was currently portraying. "I need to take a walk," she said, almost breathlessly. "I just need to think about everything. Please..." she said, before turning and walking down the steps out to the street once more.

Once out of sight of the mansion, she began to relax, the tension almost melting away. She had no idea where her legs were taking her, but she let them lead her anyway. Was she supposed to trust this stranger, just because he had made her? She wasn't completely sure. After walking for what seemed like an endless amount of time, she stopped and looked up at her surroundings. She was standing among many large Victorian-style houses in the residential area of Bellingstone. The sight made her cringe slightly, since they somewhat reminded her of the mansion she had just ran away from.

After many moments, she realized there was a figure sitting out on the porches of one of the houses. It took her even longer to realize she recognized the face. She was surely acting more like a human than vampire right now. Her mind was moving at a snail's pace. She approached the man, even though she had no real reason. "Sterling, hey.." she said, and she realized her voice was quavering slightly. She honestly didn't know much about the man before her. He tended to stick to himself, only leaving his house on brief occasions. They were in the same coven, yet had only had perhaps a handful of conversations. He was interesting and mysterious, yet in a completely different way than Nikolai. "Can I join you... or are you busy?"

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Albrecht slowly uncrossed his arms and rested his elbows nonchalantly on the table as if he were already getting back into the swing of things back in Bellingstone. Watching Leanna with a broad smile, he took note of her reaction. Muscles tensed, breathing stopped. She looked surprised and shocked, but he really hadn't expected anything less from her. He had been gone for nine years now, or something like that. The last time he'd seen her that shocked must have been when he told her he was leaving town. But, before that, he remembered her surprise when he'd proposed to her.

Everything had been perfect that day, it seemed. In the middle of the winter, he'd popped the question, deciding that he simply couldn't wait any longer. It had killed him to leave her before they were wed. Thinking of it now, he wondered if that meant their engagement was broken. Well, he thought. I could always ask about that later.

She turned to look at him and Albrecht just smiled back, absolute joy showing in his gaze. She didn't look that different either. Of course, in nine years, they'd both aged a bit. Yet, her hair still fell in brown waves on either side of her tanned face which he'd gazed upon so many times before. So many that he'd just about memorized it. She was still so beautiful...so perfect. He couldn't help but just about fall in love with her all over again.

"Albrecht... I, um, what are you...?" She stammered and he laughed lightly in his rich, deep manner. "Hi." The simplicity of the statement she settled on caused him to laugh again and nod.

"Hi," he replied, turning so he was completely facing her now while perched on the bar stool. "God, it's been ages since I've seen you...you're still just as beautiful, though." He grinned, flashing white teeth at her. "I live here again, now. Just moved here today actually. The West Coast got a bit tiresome, y'know." He flushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Right...you wouldn't know. Sorry." He cleared his throat and smiled again. "So, uh, how are you all? How's my dad, how's the pack? Oh, hell, how's Axel? Did he find a mate yet?" So much had changed in nine years and he was completely oblivious to it all. Hell, as far as he knew, everything was still the same he'd left it. A voice behind him caused him to jump slightly.

"Ho-ly shit. Albrecht, it's been a long time, man." Turning quickly, he grinned broadly up at Sam from his seat at the bar stool.

"Sam?" he asked, standing up. "God, it's been ages." He accepted the hand tightly and took a step closer to the man while wrapping his free arm around Sam's back in a pound-hug. Slowly, he pulled back with the smile still on his face. "How have you been?" Looking past Sam, he noticed Caroline and his smile seemed to grow even broader. "How are you, Carro?"

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Albrecht laughed, once such a familiar, comforting sound. Even his laugh brought back a wash of memories that she couldn't ignore or dispel. She didn't think she could possibly feel more uncomfortable. Leanna had already been faced with the stark evidence that the boyfriend she had no choice but to marry eventually disliked their relationship so much that he told women he'd met minutes previously that he was single. That revelation had been hard enough, but Albrecht was a new blow she wasn't sure she could bear to face.

"Hi," he replied, turning fully to face her. There was complete joy written across his face. How could he be so comfortable and nonchalant in this situation when Leanna could barely breathe. "God it's been ages since I've seen you...you're still just as beautiful, though."

His lips stretched into a grin. Those lips she'd become so used to kissing. But Leanna didn't smile back. Now there was a new emotion bubbling to the surface; anger. The pain had been too much for her to deal with and so, subconsciously, it had become anger. All the anger she'd felt when he had told her he was leaving rushed back. Anger she'd never let go with. Anger she'd taken on to deal with what had happened. How dare he? He had let her love him and then he'd left her! He had humiliated her in front of the rest of the pack and caused her to be pushed into a loveless, awkward relationship with his brother. And now he sat there, smiling and throwing compliments at her like they were strangers flirting in a bar. Like their history didn't matter anymore and he could just start afresh after all he'd done. Well that certainly wasn't going to happen! She was about to open her mouth to tell him that when he spoke again.

"I live here again, now. Just moved here today actually."

What? No! He couldn't be back. He had forfeited his place among this pack when he'd left. He wasn't welcome here anymore. She was the Alpha Female and this was her territory he was in.

"The West Coast got a bit tiresome, y'know. Right... You wouldn't know. Sorry."

Tiresome? The life he'd left her for had become tiresome? The precious dream he'd been so desperate to chase and willing to give up everything for was nothing more than tiresome now. And he was back, now. He thought he could just come back, take up his place as Alpha and have her again because he'd got 'tired' of the life he'd chosen? Well life didn't work like that and she was about to tell him exactly that!

"So, uh, how are you all? How's my dad, how's the pack?" Lea froze again. "Oh, hell, how's Axel? Did he find a mate yet?"

Leanna searched Albrecht's face for any sign that he was joking or pretending, but found none. He truly didn't know. And as quickly as it had come, the anger dissolved and was replaced by an overwhelming sense of pity. The situation between she and Axel was something he may not of known, but to be unaware of his own father's death was something Leanna had never realised he was. She thought surely someone would've told him. But he was truly oblivious.

Leanna knew she had to tell him. He was still the man she'd once loved and all his mistakes could not wipe away the emotions she'd felt for him once. He deserved to hear it gently from someone who cared for him rather than town gossip, as she was sure he would hear it from if she didn't tell him soon.

"Albrecht," she said softly, "Your father, he's-" She stopped suddenly, aware of a presence beside her. She turned her head to see Sam. Strangely, his being there brought Leanna an overwhelming sense of relief and she just wanted for him to take her hand and take her away from the whole horrible situation the Wolff brother's had managed to create for her in that diner that day.

"Ho-ly shit. Albrecht, it's been a long time, man," Sam's voice came. He was clearly as stunned as Leanna had been. Leanna looked at Sam with blind panic and concern in her eyes, though she wasn't sure exactly what it was she was trying to tell him.

Albrecht stood up to greet Sam. "Sam? God, it's been ages." He accepted Sam's outstretched hand but pulled him into a hug. "How have you been?"

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ImageCaterina chuckled lightly, trying in earnest to wipe off the 'cat that ate the canary' smirk she knew rested on her lips. HE IS YOUR BOSS! Why on Earth are you eating up his attention? You have been in town all of five minutes, why are you being such a flirt?! She mentally reprimanded. Cat was never one to seek out a relationship, especially not ones of an inappropriate nature. She had never before had the time for men what with her position on student council, yearbook committee, job at the newspaper, cheerleading squad captain, over achievers club, etc. Yet here she was, fawning over this American like he had all the answers to what she had been missing in life. Pathetic, a petulant voice nagged at the back of her mind, but she quickly brushed it away when he flashed her a smile. The situation might have been, she supposed, remotely amusing to anyone who could of actually found it within themselves to have joined in with the canned laughter on the old sitcoms, though she personally couldn't find anything funny about the slightly increasing speed of the beating of her heart, or the way her eyes were lingering on his mussed-up hair that looked as if he had run his fingers through it about a hundred times. It may have been a cliche, the woman who was crushing on her boss, but it inspired no jokes in her mind.

"I really do truly hope it's the next chapter, I am so tired of waiting to turn the page." She replied, a ghost of some odd distant expression coming and going over her face like a ripple in a pond passing in and out of the sunlight. He politely offered her a drink after that, which in spite of the oddly shaped lump forming in her throat, she refused. Axel's next question was a plea for advice, and she could not have broke into a sweat any quicker. Why would he ask her that? If she says break it off, you obviously have next to no desire to stay with this mystery girl; she looks like some predatory slut, trying to wriggle her way into homewrecker status. If she says why not try to work on things, she seems disinterested and he might leave her alone. She definitely didn't want that.

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ImageCaterina parted her lips hesitantly to speak up when she felt it, a low steady note in the marrow of her bones, in the gray matter of her brain, dancing along her nerves with the distant promise of coming pain. It pricked at the bubble of warm, vague happiness that had been fogging her senses since she started chatting up her boss and suddenly everything felt oddly surreal. She clamped her mouth shut, and whipped her head toward the door. Those eyes falling on nothing worth noting took to darting around the room in a flighty panicked way. What on Earth had brought that flush of power to surge in her veins? There was no denying it now, it was her magic screaming at her some vague warning. Wolves are all around you, the diner is filled to the brim with them. It tried to say. Albrecht, Sam, Leanna, Axel; they are everywhere. But she hadn't learned to speak the the language yet.

Caterina just wanted so badly to exorcize, cut that force within her body out like the cancer it was. Her breaths started coming in short staccato bursts through her mouth and she had the dizzying feeling that if she looked out of the corners of her eyes, she would see the world tilting around her in a physical manifestation of the storm brewing in her chest. But before Axel could ask her what was wrong, as that was what was obviously coming next with the faintly troubled line puckering the space between his brows, the static crackling in her blood crescendoed with a pop. Cat's eyes widened in horror as the bulbs in the over-head lights shattered one by one in a line, showering everyone in the diner with glass and sparks.

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Axel sipped thoughtfully at the glass of water clutched in his hand, still watching Cat closely. It wasn't that he didn't trust her or something like that, he was simply still in awe that someone this attractive had come to work in his cafe. Granted, Leanna was still one of the most gorgeous women he had ever met. It hit him then and he realized in a moment of dread that she was right out there and could hear everything he said to this woman, a woman he'd met only hours ago as opposed to Leanna with whom he'd been cultivating a relationship for ages. Fuck...God damn it, he couldn't help but think, jaw clenching briefly until Leanna continued to speak.

"I really do truly hope it's the next chapter, I am so tired of waiting to turn the page." He nodded along with that, agreeing silently. "I hear you," he added to further express his agreement. Her way of thinking oddly reminded him of his brother who had, like her, left his home to start a new chapter. The damn coward...Axel wondered how his "new chapter" was going, where ever he'd chosen to start it. He nodded again when she denied the water, perhaps a bit surprised by it seeing as he could literally smell the rising unease on her. Was everything alright...?

ImageStill nursing the drink of water, Axel waited for some sort of response out of Caterina to address his question. It seemed he'd get one when she opened her mouth tentatively. Without a warning, her mouth shut and she turned to face the door.

"Cat...?" Axel asked curiously, slowly setting his glass down on the counter as her eyes darted around the room like she was suddenly fearful of something. Her breath quickened to the point where he became even more worried and even thought she'd faint right there. A line formed on his forehead, creasing in concern and worry for the Italian beauty. "Cat, wh-?" He began to ask her what was wrong, but he could barely finish his second word before the light bulbs throughout the diner shattered. Instinctively, Axel shielded his head from the flying glass and then waved a hand before his face to clear and sort of debris floating in the air before him. Out in the front room, he heard voices crying out in shock and fear. From the light that filtered through a single window, Axel blinked at Caterina with wide eyes. Obviously, whatever had happened must have correlated with whatever happened beforehand. He opened his mouth to speak at first, but closed it quickly and hurried toward the front room.

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It was much easier to see there, though still almost pitch black due to the basically set sun. However, heightened senses came in handy. Maneuvering over piles of glass, he started toward where Leanna had been sitting. Now, however, he saw Sam and Caro. He smiled quickly at the two. "Everything alright?" the Alpha asked, instincts kicking in. Surprisingly, he'd managed to stay calm, but that was probably because he knew getting too worked up would cause him to lose control and go into wolf form. Most wolves had a grip on their powers, but Axel was always a hot-headed man and he tended to lose a grip on reality and shift.

There was one person in the group, however, that he didn't recognize at first. They sat to Leanna's side and had such a familiar, wolf-like smell that he thought it was a rogue who had just moved in. Then, the face came into focus and Axel's hazel eyes widened. "You..." he said softly at first, unable to really put his thoughts into place. "You. You bastard!" Albrecht looked back with a grin as Axel almost lunged over the counter at him, grabbing the front of the older man's shirt. "You think you can leave and just come back here?! What the hell are you doing?!" By then, he was just about leaning on the counter with Albrecht's face held inches from his as the two men exchanged glares. Though the humans in the room wouldn't be able to really see the scene, they still heard the sound of Axel yelling. Their reaction was mixed; some patrons watched eagerly while others left in worry. They knew what the men in that group looked like-- tall and muscular-- they certainly did not want to risk being caught near their fight.

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The drive to Aunt Nettie’s cabin wasn’t a particular long one but it gave Caroline some time alone with her thoughts. Usually the woman hated being in such solitary situations, memories of a time long ago seemed to shroud her mind, her inner Mr Hyde still haunting and tormenting her with words that were meant to break her, ‘He doesn’t love you…if he did he would tell everyone. No, Sam could never love a broken runaway like you.’ Of course she knew it was a load of crap, at least she though she did, Sam did love her right? And keeping their relationship from the rest of pack was the best solution, wasn’t it? Truth was she wasn’t so sure, about the latter one anyway. At the moment they were stuck in a rut, she could feel it even if their actions spoke otherwise, Caro loved Sam with all her heart, she nothing more than to marry the man, settle down and raise three children but at the moment it was like he was scared to move forward. He blamed it on Axel; truth was Caro suspected that Emily was more the reason for his apprehension. Before Caro, Sam had loved another and she had sadly died and a part of her thought Sam feared the same thing happening to her and no matter how many times she promised nothing would happen to her, at the end of the day she really had no control over such things, this they both knew.

Pulling up in Nettie’s drive way Caro cut the engine to her jeep, silence engulfing the cabin of the car, rested her head back against the head rest she let out a heavy sigh, she couldn’t help but fear they would always be in the same situation and to be honest Caro wasn’t sure how much longer she could carry on this façade, she wanted to be his, solely his and she wanted the world to know it. Running a frustrated hand through her hair, Caro finally unfastened her seatbelt and exited her car. Walking up to Nettie’s door she knocked twice to signal her arrival before entering, “Aunt Nettie” Caro called out, her voice loud enough so it echoed through the home.

“In the kitchen dear,” Nettie’s voice followed hers almost immediately and just as quickly, Caroline’s senses were hit with the intoxicating aroma of her Aunt’s baking. Licking her lips slightly at the anticipation of what was in store, she quickly walked towards the back of house and into the homely kitchen, where she spotted Nettie hunched over a mixing bowl. Walking over Caro placed a quick kiss upon the older woman’s cheek before sticking her finger into the mixture, “What have I told you about doing that young lady!? Nettie scolded lightly, swatting her hand atop of Caro’s.

Caroline merely laughed as she moved and sat down at the kitchen table, reaching for one of the cupcakes which stood on the stand, they looked far too delicious to pass up. “So to what do I owe this pleasure, my love?” The older woman asked as she turned back towards Carol, wiping her hands on her apron, “asides from you eating all my food?” she teased.

“You know perfectly well that I’d starve without your food hampers” Caroline uttered upon a chuckle, she would as well, she often worked crazy hours that she had very little time to shop for groceries let alone cook and Nettie, being the woman that she was often sent her food and baked good, some weeks it was all she lived on. “That’s because you work too hard. If you’d only hire a manager or something you’d be able to have much more free time. Time which you could be spending with Sam.” Caro couldn’t help but grimace at her words, an action that did not go unnoticed by Nettie.

Concern flushed across the older woman’s countenance as Nettie regarded her daughter, “my love, whatever is the matter? Has something happened between you and Sam?” she asked taking the seat next to Caro and taking her hand in hers, her thumb gently running over Caro’s knuckles in a soothing manner. Not exactly…” Caroline began with a heavy sigh, “But that’s just the problem, nothing is happening! I love him so much Aunt Nettie and I respect his wishes to keep things quiet, I can understand why he does it but every time I ask him about it, it’s just ‘a little while longer’ and I fear that I’m going to waste my life desperately chasing something that can never be!” By this point tears had started to escape from Caroline’s blue hues, her emotions didn’t always get the better of her but when they did tears weren’t always that far away.

“Oh my darling, come here” Nettie cooed as if she were a young child and pulled her into a loving embrace, pulling back the older woman wiped the tears from Caro’s cheeks and smiled softly, “I don’t pretend to know a lot about men, my love, there has only been one man in my life and that was such a long time ago I can barely remember all the do’s and don’ts. But one thing I know for certain is that Sam loves you a great deal, I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at you and I bet he is suffering just as much as you are.” The certainty in her voice caused Caro to feel quite a bit better; Nettie’s words were reassuring but did not completely stamp out her doubts or fears, however she decided not to dwell on the situation any longer, there was no use worrying over something that she had no control over.

Squeezing her Aunt’s hand, Caroline offered her a small smile, “thank you” she whispered almost inaudibly. “You don’t need to thank me, you are my child and it is my job to ease your worries.” Caroline felt a rush of warmth sweep through her body at Nettie’s words; she always did love being regarded to as Nettie’s child, even if it was not by blood but through love.

“You’re are staying with me tonight, there’s been a rather nasty murder in the woods and I don’t want you staying here alone tonight, okay?” Caro uttered, leaving no room for arguments, which Nettie seemed to sense as she simply nodded and rose from her seat, “I shall go and pack my bags, be a help and put the pie I baked in a container, oh and pack those steaks I have in the fridge, we can have them for dinner.”

Not long later both women were in car and driving back towards town, after quickly dropping Nettie’s things off at Caro’s the pair headed towards the diner, just as she had promised Sam. By the time they reached the establishment, the usual bright smile was back on Caro’s lips as was her happy demeanour, the bell rang over head as they entered and by the looks of things almost the entire pack was, but there was also a other scent, one which Caro was certain she had smelt before but for the life of her she could not place it.

That was until he turned around. Caro’s blue eyes widened as did her smile as her gaze fell upon no other than Axel’s older brother Albrecht, “your back!” she cried in a happy delirium, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a welcoming embrace, “god I missed you!” she mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away and looked around the group who all bore very different expressions, she noticed Leanna and offered a quick concerned glance as if you say 'are you alright?' Only god would know how Axel would deal with this.

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Albrecht was absolutely ecstatic. In only a few minutes, just about everything was rushing back to him. He was able to, if even for just a few minutes, pretend he simply hadn't left and he was just being greeted by friends. Or, perhaps, that everything was going to be perfectly fine and would go according to the mental plan he'd made up before coming here. As far as he knew, his father was alive. As far as he knew, he was the next in line to become Alpha male. He was absolutely oblivious and he didn't even seem to care.
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For example, he didn't even seem to notice how upset Leanna looked. She obviously wasn't as overjoyed as he was by this extemporaneous meeting. His innocent question, which he assumed she'd be able to answer quickly, seemed to surprise her. Lea gave him a look that almost unnerved him, as if she was trying to read his emotions or thoughts. Her anger dissipated and was quickly overcome with...pity? Albrecht's brow furrowed.

"Leanna...?" he asked, cocking his head slightly. "Lea, what's wrong?" Oh God, had he said something that upset her? Had he done something (besides leave the state) that got her angry? But, then, why was she pitying him with that gaze of hers.

"Albrecht...your father, he's-" Leanna cut herself off when Sam entered and, distracted by the other male, Al forgot completely about what Leanna had begun to say. Next, Caroline entered along with the old woman who Albrecht really couldn't think of a name for. He knew the face and he knew she was related to Caro, but he had completely forgotten her name in his time away.

Having greeted Caro, she cried out in joy and threw her arms around his neck. "You're back! God, I missed you!" Albrecht wrapped his thick arms quickly around the blonde, his broad smile still plastered on to his visage. Perhaps it would stick there forever, seeing as it hadn't fallen since he entered the diner. As she pulled away, he reluctantly let go of her and sat back down at the bar. "God, I missed you guys..." he mumbled, laughing lightly in a breathy manner. "I've missed you all..." In his mind, nothing could ruin this moment.

The blow out of the bulbs around the diner frightened just about all of the patrons. Albrecht leapt slightly in surprise, jumping off of his seat for a moment only to land back on it. Instinctively, he held his arms out to shield Leanna from the flying shards of glass. He may have left her for years but he still did care for her like he had before. Even Leanna would be unable to completely deny that fact. Slowly, he moved away a bit and settled back in his seat, ruffling his ebony locks with one hand to clear the glass from it. The kitchen door suddenly opened and Albrecht looked up as he heard an oddly familiar voice. "Everything alright?" The smile returned, yet again as the man's eyes settled upon his younger brother.

"Axel..." he murmured, expecting the younger man to come running over to greet him. The diner was quickly clearing, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, the werewolf studied his brother. The clothing style of the shorter werewolf was still just about the same. All of the Wolff boys had worn flannel and jeans for ages. It was warm and it was convenient. But, his younger brother had, it seemed, aged a bit. His forehead had creased with worry upon entering, but he also just seemed older overall as compared to when he was in his twenties. It seemed like, to Albrecht, that the weight of the world had been dropped on to the shoulders of his only sibling. Why was that, he wondered.

"You..." Axel said softly, eyes wide as he looked at Albrecht. The latter smiled.

"Me," he confirmed, nodding.

"You. You bastard!" Al's eyes widened and his grin fell.
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"What...?!" In an instant, Axel just about flung himself across the counter and latched on to his brother's shirt collar, holding it tightly in surprisingly strong hands. He must have really gotten more into shape after I left, Albrecht mused, pulling his head slightly away from Axel as the man only pulled Al's face closer.

"You think you can leave and just come back here?! What the hell are you doing?!" Albrecht roughly pulled back and, unable to completely stop himself, fell from the bar stool. In an instant, though, he was back on his feet and glaring at Axel.

"What the hell, Axel?!" he snapped. "I leave for years and that's how you greet me?" Axel's jaw dropped and then he snickered harshly before quickly coming around the counter to stand before Albrecht. The two men were only an inch apart with Albrecht at six feet, one inch and Axel at six feet on the dot. The shorter man sized himself up against Albrecht would stared back with anger evident in his expression.

"You left the pack. You left mom and dad." He snarled. The patrons who had filled the diner now began to leave completely, quite unnerved by how animalistic the two men looked. "You were supposed to be Alpha, not me! I hope you're fucking happy now..." Axel threw a punch at Albrecht, but the taller male easily dodged it and then kicked Axel in the shin, summoning a sharp cry from the Alpha male.

"What the hell do you mean?" he growled. "Dad's the Alpha, I'll be the Alpha after him." A glare of hatred met him from Axel as the Alpha tentatively stood upon his throbbing leg.

"Dad died, you idiot...he's been dead for years and you haven't known?!" Al's countenance cleared and he stepped back slowly, processing the information. He was dead? No...no, that couldn't be right. That would mean Axel would be Alpha and Axel couldn't be the Alpha. He just wasn't capable of it! Albrecht had been training to be Alpha for ages and now it was Axel? No. He wouldn't allow it.

"T-then...then I'm Alpha, AJ. I'm back now and I should be Alpha." Axel had leaned up against a table by then, ignoring the pain in his leg. It was definitely going to bruise for a while but, given his wolf powers, would probably heal overnight. AJ shook his head and then snickered again at Al, which just made the older man angrier.

"You had your chance. I'm not letting an outsider run my pack. No, you left to explore the world and you left us here to rot. I'm not just going to let you run my pack." Al's face contorted in an expression one would easily find on a wolf's face. For a moment, Axel feared the man would shift right then and there in his diner. Instead, though, Albrecht clenched his fists.

"Screw you..." he muttered.

"Get out of my diner, you bastard. I don't want to see your ugly mug around this place again or anywhere for this matter. And if you try to take this pack from me, I will personally claw your eyes out." He stood up quickly, the adrenaline coursing through him and allowing him to rush at the older werewolf who simply glared at Axel, looked over at the rest of his pack members sadly, and then pushed roughly against the door to open it.

Axel sighed and then settled back against the table, breathing slowly to try and calm himself. "I...I'm going home," he murmured, his voice monotonous as he started to stand. "Lock it up when you all leave, Sam." A light yelp came from his mouth, sounding very much like a hurt dog, as he limped into the kitchen to get to the back door. "Cat, I'm leaving. You better head out soon. No use working without lights." He didn't even wait for a response from the woman before he exited the diner and slammed the door shut. In moments, the sound of his motorcycle revving up was heard and Axel raced down the street on his bike.

Despite the pain in his leg, he wasn't going straight home. Instead, he'd probably ride around aimlessly for half an hour to try and piece together what had just happened. Then, perhaps, he wold return to the old cabin.

Albrecht, on the other hand, returned to his home by himself. The man who had helped drive his belongings over had, in fact, left the boxes inside and the furniture (or whatever furniture he had already) outside. For a while, he unpacked things and tried to make his new home as homely as possible. Earlier, he'd thought Axel might let him move back into the Wolff cabin but, now, he knew such a thing was extremely unlikely. By the time he'd set up a bed on his old couch, Al's eyelids were fluttering and, so, he laid down and fell asleep swiftly, still plagued with thoughts of that day.

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Leanna watched Caro throw her arms round Al. "You're back! God, I missed you!" Albrecht pulled her into a hug, and Leanna didn't think she could be any more tense if she tried. She caught Caroline's glance of concern and just looked at her, wide-eyed. She simply didn't know what to do with herself. She had to get out of this diner, be by herself, find some space and clear her head. But she was almost afraid that if she took her eyes off Albrecht, he might disappear all over again.

"God, I missed you guys... I've missed you all..." He sounded so happy. And though she was in one mind that he didn't deserve any of this happiness and the moment someone took it from him he would finally get what was coming to him, some part of her wanted him to keep that smile and elated tone for as long as he possibly could, before his fragile world came crashing down around him.

Leanna was knocked from her thoughts suddenly as every single bulb in the diner blew out. The glass shattered and crashed onto the hard floor, sending shards flying everywhere. Immediately, she closed her eyes, turned her head away and pulled her hands up towards her face to protect herself, but she found them colliding with something else before they reached her. Her hands clasped against warm, muscled arms and suddenly she was surrounded by a familiar scent. It was Albrecht; she knew it without even opening her eyes. But she opened them anyway, as if it might change the outcome. But there he was, protecting her, after all these years. A connection that no time or distance could ever truly break. She watched him as he moved back from her slowly, trying so very hard not to let her eyes find his.

Suddenly, Axel appeared and Leanna watched as Albrecht set eyes on him, murmuring his name. The brotherly care and love was completely evident in elder, but utterly void in in the younger. There was a soft exchange between the two, before Axel launched himself at Albrecht. Leanna watched in horror as the youngest Wolff grabbed his brother, who struggled to get away and fell back. They shouted at each other, the argument growing more vicious. And then Axel said it.

"Dad died, you idiot...he's been dead for years and you haven't known?!"

Leanna wasn't the type to sit and let things happen, to simply standby and watch. But she found herself pinned to her chair, unable to say a word. She was usually so strong and resolved in her decisions, but this situation was possibly the worst she could ever imagine. She watched Al work through what he'd just heard, before telling his younger brother that he should be Alpha. Leanna noticeably winced at Albrecht's words. She knew instantly her former love had made a terrible choice. One that would be sure to rile AJ, and he lashed out in response, his words cruel and harsh. Leanna was torn between hatred, pity and loss, and the worst part was she didn't know for which brother.

"Get out of my diner, you bastard. I don't want to see your ugly mug around this place again or anywhere for this matter. And if you try to take this pack from me, I will personally claw your eyes out." Wordlessly, Al finally left, giving them one last, sad look. Axel then announced he was leaving, giving instructions to Sam and the woman he'd been talking to earlier, before exiting. She heard the low rumble of his bike engine as he pulled away.

Leanna sat in shock for at least a minute before she couldn't bear to spend another moment in the diner. It was then that she finally stood up, a shard of glass crunching under her foot, reminding her of the lights. Carefully, she made her way towards Sam.

"There's the number for an electrician on a notepad behind the cash register. Would you mind calling him?" Leanna asked, feeling guilty for asking something more of her friend, for whom the day had been as difficult as it had been for everyone else. She smiled at him sadly, sighing softly, before leaving. She began the walk home to find Axel, fully aware of how painful awkward the evening would end up being. But she had no choice. This was the life she had chosen when she'd picked pack over her own happiness. Her pride and desire to do right by pack had let her be coerced into this, and now she was trapped.

As Leanna walked down the street towards their house, she froze outside another house that had been empty for several years. Brown cardboard boxes and a few pieces of furniture were piled up outside. She watched Albrecht emerge from the property and lift a box up into his arms before carrying it back inside. Leanna's breaths came in small, shallow gasps and her heart thudded in her chest. Even though it wasn't a cold evening, she began to shiver as though it was the bitterest winter night. Then, suddenly, with no warning, she turned on her heel and marched away in the direction she had come, her footsteps fast and unrelenting.

Leanna reached her eldest brother's house and knocked sharply on the door. She heard the sound of someone approaching the door before it opened to reveal Felix.

"Lea?" Felix said, surprised.

"He's back, Felix," she said, stumbling over her words, her voice trembling. "He came back."

Seeing the look on her face, he wrapped his arms around his sister and pushed the door closed behind her. It was only then that the Alpha Female began to cry.

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Albrecht had never been a sound sleeper in the years he was away from home. In fact, it shocked him when he woke up on the ratty, old sofa the same way he'd fallen asleep. A more superstitious or, perhaps, someone who read into such odd events would have said he was feeling better simply because he was home now and he felt safer. The thought actually caused him to laugh. Oh, he certainly didn't feel safer. The incident in the diner last night had proved to him that while he had missed the people of the town, the people of the town certainly didn't miss him as much. Well, actually, that wasn't completely true. Really, it was only Axel who didn't miss him at all.

Still mulling over these thoughts, Albrecht dressed in basketball shorts and a t-shirt to go out for a jog that morning. As his feet hit the pavement, causing a tap, tap to echo around him, he still thought about the pack. Perhaps he should say something? Maybe Axel would be willing to accept him back and then, if things went well enough, he might even be able to reclaim his position as Alpha. It was a wonderful plan in his mind and he was actually extremely eager to put it in motion. Still jogging, Albrecht turned his face a bit upward and drew in a breath, smelling the air for any trace of werewolf.

When it finally came to him, half a block down, it was faint but he was certain that was where they were, for there were so many scents mixed together. His pace quickened eagerly and he veered off of the sidewalk, on to the grass, and then into the woods just to follow them. It took what seemed like ages to find the group but, of course, it was mere minutes if anything. It seemed a bit odd to him at first to be watching his old pack mates in the clearing. And, it also seemed disheartening that he was no longer part of their pack telepathy. He knew not what they were saying, only that they must have been meeting about something. What they were discussing, though, he had not the slightest clue.

Crouching in the dense brush down wind from the wolves, Albrecht simply watched and waited. Thoughts bounced back and forth and he wondered if he should simply blow his cover now to speak with them, or wait for them to be in a less...threatening form.

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The previous day had certainly taken a strange and unusual turn, not only had someone been murdered within town, a hunter no less but now Axel’s brother, Albrecht had returned. Caro would have been lying if she had said the older man’s return didn’t bring happiness to her, she was immensely glad to see him, thankful in fact. However, not every shared the same reaction, Leanna had been in a state of shock, which was understandable as Caro certainly did not think her friend had expected ever to see him again. And honestly neither had she, when Albrecht left all those years ago she had resounded herself to the fact that she would never see him again, he wanted a ‘normal’ life or so to speak, but sometimes ‘normal’ wasn’t always what you expected; she had told him as much just before he left, although she supposed he had to make the connection himself.

Axel, as expected, had not reacted well at all and even now Caro grimaced at the memory, the words said in haste and anger would have usually been regretted the next day- although this probably wasn’t the case with Axel and Al. She did pity their alpha with the situation and she couldn’t help but feel a little anger at Al for his words, did he really think he could disappear for all this time just to reappear one day and resume his place. Had he really thought nothing changed? That he would still be alpha? Of course he had, he was a Wolff and they were just about as stubborn as they came.

Over the course of the night Caroline had done her best to forget what had transpired within the diner. She and Nettie had enjoyed a quiet night in, a lovely meal of steak and vegetables followed by a slice of Nettie’s apple pie for dessert, they had then watched few programmes on the TV and just chilled. Like usual their conversations were light and airy, they had spoken about a lot of things and nothing at all, they had spoken of Sam and where their relationship was going and Caro had shed a tear over it once again. Despite this, it had been a wonderful evening, one she would not forget in a hurry.

Caroline had been awake for a few hours, tending to some jobs at her bar when she received a group message from Axel ordering a group meeting. Already she knew the course of topic it would be about the women which was murdered and Albrecht, it was predictable, but still much needed. By rumours she had heard from patrons, the generally consensus, by those who knew, was that this knew killing was done by a vampire. The woman had her blood mass drained, who else could have been the culprit? After quickly phoning Nettie, telling her to stay put, Caroline had hurried over to Axel and Leanna’s home.

ImageIn her wolf form , Caro sat within the circle, her ears pointed to constant attention as she listened to what Axel had to say. "Well, we'll show him he can't simply leave and expect to be treated the same...from now on, I don't want to catch any of you talking with him, you hear me? He may have been a member of our pack, but he's a traitor and a liar..." He spoke so easily that Caro dipped her head slightly, the sadness was still present in her eyes even in wolf form. She couldn’t help but feel that his words were ones made out of haste and defiance. I was clear that despite them being brothers, Axel saw Albrecht as a threat and a dangerous one at that.

Caroline continued to listen as Axel pressed onto matter about the dead hunter, although she agreed with some about what he was saying, something did not sit right with her. Everything had been peaceful up until yesterday, the vampires had not stepped out of line since the event a few years ago, so why now? Why that woman? After she thought about it in depth, the answer became clear, it wasn’t one who had inhabited the town. It wasn’t plausible for them to do so, they had come to Bellingstone for a safe place to stay, a home, why would they jeopardize that now? No, it must have been someone knew. That thought led her onto another event which had transpired in her bar the very same day and led her to a new suspicion, perhaps that arrogant asshole had something to do with it? He was certainly someone new to the town, it was plausible.

Releasing a mental sigh, Caro suppressed the information for the time being, Axel wouldn’t do anything with it, he’d just tell her to stay out. Perhaps he was right, perhaps she should just leave it to the hunters to handle, but what if it happened again and she could have stopped it? There was no way she could live with herself if that happened.

As Axel broached the end of his speech he asked if anyone had any questions or comments and Caroline found herself biting her tongue on the whole Albrecht affair, she hated the fact that Axel told them to stay away, that it was forbidden to speak to him. She honestly did not believe she could keep that promise, shaking her head, she finally “spoke” up. “Axel, you know I am loyal to you as alpha, it is rightfully your position, not his. B-But I cannot just ignore him like that, he’s my friend too and you can’t ask me to do that.”

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The previous night hadn't gone exactly as planned. Walking in and seeing Albrecht had been somewhat of a pleasant surprise, not having seen the Wolff brother since he had abandoned Bellingstone all together. However, the happy reunion had quickly turned sour. Sam was able to admit he had been selfish. He hadn't been thinking of the pack or his Alpha's reaction when he had first seen Albrecht. Only excitement at a long lost friend. When all of the lights had mysteriously exploded - he still hadn't figured that one out - he had lunged for Caro, determined to shelter her from the glass. Axel had turned to make sure everyone was okay, when his eyes fixed on the elder Wolff brother. Then the shit hit the fan.

Sam basically sat back and watched with wide eyes. It wasn't his place to interfere in Axel's family business. Although, he was extremely surprised to find out that Albrecht wasn't even aware of his own father's demise, and practically expected to be handed the position of Alpha now that he was back. He had given up this life and his position the day he walked out on Bellingstone. Thankfully, the night ended without any violence, Axel walking out of the diner and instructing Sam to clean up. After Axel's departure, he had ensured everyone who hadn't already left was unharmed and escorted them out. The pack dispersed, not many words exchanged. Everyone seemed to be in shock, too lost in their own thoughts to voice anything out loud. He had been especially sad to see Caro leave, especially because they had been planning to spend the night together. However, with the events of the night, he was sure it was far from her mind.

He had spent a few hours cleaning up all the broken glass off the floor, and replacing all the bulbs in the ceiling. It was tiring work, since he had woken up before dawn for the early shift, but no one else was going to do it. The diner still had to open for business tomorrow. After the diner was finally clean, he locked the doors and headed home, unaware of the time and too exhausted to contemplate everything that had happened that night. Before lying down in bed, he picked up the phone to text Caro, letting her know that he was thinking of her and loved her. As soon as he set the phone down, his eyes shut and he promptly passed out.

His eyes opened, greeted by blinding light, and he instantly shut them once more. He rolled over to check the time, realizing it was a few minutes after ten o'clock. He groaned, wishing he could shut his eyes and fall back to sleep. But he had noticed the voicemail icon on his phone, and had a pretty good idea what it was about. Upon listening, he learned the pack would have a meeting in less than an hour. He rushed to get ready and make it to Axel's in time.

ImageAt eleven, the entire pack had gathered in the clearing behind Axel's house, all in wolf form. Sam had taken his place on Axel's right hand side, with Leanna on his left. There was a long silence, and Sam's ears perked up. He could hear the wind rustling through the trees as everyone waited for Axel to 'speak' to them. His blue eyes found Caro, who was across from him, and he could read the sadness in her eyes. It pained him to see that, and he wished he could trot over to her and nuzzle her, just for comfort. Axel's words broke his train of thought. "I guess you've all heard the news by now that Albrecht's back. The ditcher just thinks he can come back and be Alpha again." Axel's teeth bared, and he let out a bark.

Sam stayed silent, eyes slowly scanning the rest of the pack, trying to read their reactions to his Alpha's words. "Well, we'll show him he can't simply leave and expect to be treated the same...from now on, I don't want to catch any of you talking with him, you hear me? He may have been a member of our pack, but he's a traitor and a liar..." The words were harsh, especially about family, but Sam stayed silent. He knew of Axel's pains regarding Albrecht, and how betrayed he had felt when the elder Wolff brother had abandoned his entire life. Axel had been thrust into a position he hadn't been prepared for, all because Albrecht had wanted to run away. He could understand, yet at the same time, family was family.

Axel spoke of the dead hunter, warning them of a vampire's involvement. It was truly alarming, yet he warned them to all stay out of it. It was the best decision for the pack as of now, since they didn't know how how many vampires were involved, and which Hunters were going to make it their mission to get back at the vampires. Hopefully it would mean the Wolff pack could stay out of it all together. Axel paused, asking for questions or comments. As Caro's voice rang through his mind, his blue eyes found hers. “Axel, you know I am loyal to you as alpha, it is rightfully your position, not his. B-But I cannot just ignore him like that, he’s my friend too and you can’t ask me to do that.” Sam shifted uncomfortably, wishing she would have kept that thought to herself. His eyes flicked to Axel, wondering what the Alpha's response would be. Sam spoke before Axel could.

He stood on all fours, pacing back and forth in front of the group on his paws. "I'm wondering if it would really be smart to completely shun him. Can we really turn down another wolf at a time like this? The Hunters could use this incident as an excuse to come after us as well. The more numbers we have, the safer we are." He paused, trying to read some of his pack mates, but had no idea what they thought of his words. He continued on anyway. "I'm not saying we have to trust him altogether, but we shouldn't turn him away either." Done speaking, he took his place back at Axel's right side, and sat on his haunches, waiting to see what the others would say.

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[center]There was an obvious pause between Axel's decree and when the rest of the pack began to chime in. Some of the lower ranked wolves were mumbling to each other, ears pulled back, eyes darting around. The alpha shuffled his paws subtly in a gesture that hopefully looked normal, but certainly stood out. As Alpha, he knew his word was close to law, basically. Yet, there were constant stories of corrupt Alpha Males who had abused their power and were overthrown and replaced. He was trying to do what he thought was best, but he certainly didn't want to be killed in the process.

To his surprise, Leanna stayed silent. She'd been that way all day, it seemed, for when she returned to the cabin in the morning, she only told him where she had been and nothing more. Was she angry? He could basically sense the emotion radiating from her and he knew she was thinking deeply about something. What is was, though, he had no idea. By the time the comments and rebuking had begun, Axel had almost thought they wouldn't even occur.

“Axel, you know I am loyal to you as alpha, it is rightfully your position, not his. B-But I cannot just ignore him like that, he’s my friend too and you can’t ask me to do that.” Axel's ears, which had been pulled back, stood up suddenly at the sound of Caro 'speaking'. Quickly, though, they pulled back in an angry way, his tongue flicking out slightly as his upper lip pulled upward slightly. It did not end there, though, for Sam soon stood up and paced before the group of wolves.

"I'm wondering if it would really be smart to completely shun him. Can we really turn down another wolf at a time like this? The Hunters could use this incident as an excuse to come after us as well. The more numbers we have, the safer we are. I'm not saying we have to trust him altogether, but we shouldn't turn him away either." His muzzle opened for him to speak, but he was promptly cut off by Leanna.

"Having Albrecht isn't an advantage, it's a weakness. He's a weakness. He's disloyal and unreliable! How can you still regard him as a friend when he left the pack behind without a second thought for me or you or any of those he'd cared for? Axel is our Alpha... He know's what's best for the pack. It's his decision." By the time she'd finished speaking, the Alpha's ears had stood up again in shock, this time. He had heard Leanna speak up before during meetings, but this was certainly a rare occurrence for her. In fact, he'd thought she had missed Albrecht the most out of all of them. Perhaps he was wrong? Obviously, from the way she spoke, she did not. It can as a relief, in fact, for it had certainly concerned him that she would have left him to be with her child hood sweetheart, his brother.

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Gingerly, Axel swept his tail behind himself and brushed it against her back in a way that could be taken friendly or affectionately. Either way, he hoped the gesture wasn't frightening or weird. Slowly, he stood and pulled his ears back against his skull, trying to show he meant business.

"I do not believe Leanna could have explained it better," he praised, his tail lifting off of Leanna's back to raise high in the air as an expression of dominance. His teeth pulled back again, but only for a moment before he continued. "There's nothing beneficial to us letting a traitor in. You saw him yesterday, you heard him say he wanted the position of Alpha, didn't you?" By now, he had strode away from his position and was eyeing Sam and Caro, eyes narrowed slightly at the Beta Male and the Delta Female.

"A true wolf would stay with his pack...not run away like the coward Albrecht is," he continued, his voice basically a snarl now. "He shouldn't even be able to call himself a member of the Wolff family...he's a disgrace." His tail flicked back and forth sharply, showing his agitation. As much as he wanted to get over this petty feud and welcome back his brother, he simply couldn't. He sighed mentally and it telepathically traveled to the other wolves.

He hadn't even been awake very long and he was already exhausted and angry. Besides, he had the lighting situation in his diner to work on. "Pack dismissed..." he muttered telepathically, pacing in slow circles. "Steer clear of the Hunters and don't interact with Albrecht." With that, he turned and hurried off into the brush, making his way back home where he would change into clothing before making his way out to the diner. One there, he sent a text to Cat, calling her in to help out with the clean-up.

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Albrecht wasn't sure how long he'd been crouched beside the bushes, trying to listen in on the pack's conversation. Unfortunately, the only sounds he managed to pick up were a mixture of growls and barks. With a frown, he came to the conclusion he was no longer connected to them. His leaving of the pack had severed the very ties that held a pack together. It allowed them to speak no matter where they were and whenever they wanted to. For years, everything had been silent with the lack of voices bouncing around his skull. He'd briefly joined other packs, but they were never the same. He always felt like an eavesdropper when he connected mentally to them.
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Grunting softly and hoping the pack wouldn't catch the sound, he got to his feet slowly and back tracked out of the woods. Just as he hit the edge of the woods, he could hear the sound of leaves crackling behind him, mixed with both barks and spoken words. Axel had just released the pack from their meeting, but he couldn't help but worry that they'd been sent after him. He stumbled slightly and then picked up his pace, rushing toward the town. Once he was on the streets, he was a bit more at ease.

Soon after, though, he noticed a woman across the street at her car, obviously on the phone as smoke rose from under the hood. To him, it seemed like a decent start for something to do. Perhaps he could even help her out or something, given he had nothing to do for the day. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Al hurried across the street just as Sara entered the bar. Only a minute or so later, he nudged the door open himself and took a seat at the bar with his arms laying on the top of it.

It took her a while to stop by where he sat, but finally Albrecht looked up and flashed a brief, white smile at Sara. "Hey there," he greeted. "Could I just get a Guinness on tap?" He was silent as she got his drink, but then he decided to speak up as his hand closed around the glass. "Was that you by the car out there?" He gestured to her car quickly. "I'm not much of a mechanic, but I could take a look at it for you, if you'd like me to."

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Sara gave a warm smile and a nod, "Sure thing." she said lightly before turning her back to him to reach and grab a glass, tilting it against the nozzle of the tap, giving it just the right amount of foam at the top as the cold, light gold liquid filled the glass. She turned back around and placed it in front of him, "Guinness on the tap." she smiled, before picking up a rag and cleaning of the bar, as well as a few glasses, her eyes darting to his every once in a while. Something about him was very familiar, but she couldn't quite place what. She shrugged off the feeling when he asked about her car, "Yeah.. it's usually pretty faithful, but I've been needing to take it in for a tune-up for a while now." she said, giving a sheepish grin and a light chuckle, before, biting her lip at his offer. Usually she wouldn't hesitate to say, 'No, my boyfriend is coming to pick me up. He's a mechanic', but something about the way Derek reacted last night on their date with them in public made her feel as if he wouldn't want her talking about them as a couple to the prying eyes of the public.

"I ah.. I suppose that would be alright.. my shift'll be done in a half an hour." she said gently, looking to the clock, before leaning against the bar. She had a half an hour, she might as well try to be friendly with the man who intended on fixing her car, "So are you new around here? Most of the people that come here are pretty regular, and I can't say I've seen you here before."

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Albrecht sipped slowly from his glass as he listened. The back of his mind was racing curiously, wondering if she recognized him, since he'd certainly seen her around town here before he left years and years back. She explained the car situation, to which he nodded. His car had a habit of giving out just when he needed it the most. Perhaps it was some sort of being cursing him for his abandonment of the pack, but it never really fazed him, unless he was running late for a meeting or for a court session. Then it became a real pain in his ass.

His offer seemed to cause some sort of conflicted emotion, for she bit her lip in response, as if holding back words. As he set down his empty glass, Al raised an eyebrow curiously at her, as if to ask what she was concerned about without really saying such words.

"I...ah...I suppose that would be alright...my shift will be done in half an hour," she replied. In return, Albrecht smiled and followed her gaze to the clock to also check the time.

"Sounds good," he said, adding a quick smile. An awkward moment of silence ensued and Albrecht resorted to tracing the rim of his beer glass slowly, tongue to cheek. As Sara spoke up, he jumped slightly.

"So, are you new around here? Most of the people that come here are pretty regular, and I can't say I've seen you here before." Her words caused him to blush slightly, and Albrecht rubbed the back of his neck a bit sheepishly, giving a soft laugh in the mean time. He had known returning to town would earn him such questions, but he still was not very prepared at all to answer her inquiries.

"Well, uh, define new," Al said, giving another abrupt laugh. "I mean, I lived here before and everything, but I left years back to go to college..." Before he knew it, against his better judgement, Albrecht began an abridged spiel on his time outside of Bellingstone. He wouldn't have normally been so open with a woman he didn't exactly know, but he was lonely, tired, and needed to kill time. In fact, by the time he was done speaking, he shift was also done.

The two walked out to the curbside and Al opened up the top of the car to curiously peer in. Smoke puffed back up at him and Albrecht coughed in the midst of it, waving a hand back and forth before his visage to clear the air. "Well, shit, you've got yourself quite a problem here," he stated, even though he wasn't exactly sure what said problem was in the first place. "I'm not even sure what to do...I don't want to break your car or anything." He stepped back and looked to Sara with a quick smile.

"If you need a ride back home or something, I could always give you one. Not to sound creepy or anything, y'know, just being neighborly. I'd be willing to offer any other help you need, really."

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Leighton whirled around at the sound of a second voice in the yard, pale hair whipping with so sudden and sharp a movement; this was not a voice she knew. There, in her line of vison stood a pallid, thin man with deep-seemingly bottomless eyes, and a shy smile. In his hands, he clutched her pink tricycle.

"Is this what you're looking for, dear? Your chariot, I presume? I don't want to scare you, I was just passing through the woods and...thought I'd help you find your chariot. You could call me Mr. Pearce, if you'd like."

ImageThe little girl flashed him a grateful and affable smile, trudging through the snow to stand before him. "Mr. Pearce? Bleh. That's really formal. You don't have a first name? A nickname? Mine's Leighton, but you can call me Leigh...." She put a tiny finger to her cheek, as if pondering. "Or prefferably Princess Leigh of the winter lands." Her smile grew, cheeky and almost teasing. Warning bells sang their haulting tune in the back of her mind-years of STRANGER DANGER and Sebby's warnings about persons of unknown intent screaming their remonstrance, but she couldn't be made to care. No one had ever tried to harm her, which only produced a certain naitivity, and that, coupled with Sterlings meek and meager appearance and tone...and she never stood a chance.

Leighton gingerly reached up and took the trike from his cold grasp and set it on the ground before clammering atop the seat to stand eye to eye with him and extending her hand to shake. "What do you have there, books?" She asked, leaning forward ever so slightly on the seat to try to catch a glimpse of the thick texts tucked beneath his arm. Her curious doll-like features were reminescent of a Rembrandt painting, light-in-the-darkness, all-present glow juxtaposed against the washed out colors of winter. "Is that wher eyou learned such big words like Chariot?"



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Derek climbed into his car and sat heavily in the driver’s seat as he sucked in a breath and wilted, resting his forehead against the steering wheel. He still wasn't one hundred percent sure where their relationship stood and what staying with her ment for his survival in Bellingstone, but regardless, he couldn't help being what ever she needed, molding himself to fit her desideratum. In fact, Sara had needed him in that very moment, called him to pick her up-[i]wanted[i/] him to pick her up he amended as she could have called anyone, and dammit if he wouldn't come running.

Derek Hale was a confined individual, locked up in a steel box. When he let a little vulnerability or emotion show, it was carefully measured and then delivered. He was self aware in a way that was both admirable but damaging to himself. It was also safe; and safe was what worked. Safe was what kept him functioning even when everything bottomed out and he had nothing left to lose.

And then Sara waltzed right into his life, housing Derek's soul like she had a right to, like she had no idea she'd instantly become home for this man.

Just over the course of the couple of days he had come to know her, when Derek wan't paying attention, Sara would brush her fingertips along top of his hand and take his tension away and Derek would just smile, none the wiser. Later he was always annoyed with himself because he was in such a damn good mood and he couldn't figure out how it had happened. He was being childish but he didn't care. He wanted to mope and he was good at brooding. He was always good at guilt and ugly things...

The drive to her work was a long and tedious one, the lone wolf not so much as touching the radio dial. They had been salting the roads in the town which put Derek directly behind a big, painfully slow salt-truck as it spilt its contents on the street and placed him a good ten minutes behind his designated time of pick up. It was all he could do to stiffle and anxious growl. He didn't like leaving her out there waitng and alone.

ImageAt last, as he whipped into the bar parkinglot-the place a flurry with activity as patrons staggered out into the streets to vehicles they were not really in a state to operate- Derek spotted Sara's car, hood propped up, smoke billowing out. Not a good sign. He quickly parked and lopped out, coming just a few feet away before it hit him. The scent. Like a wall of musk and ferality. Sara's own wolfy smell-warm and inviting-and a strangers; another wolf's, and not just any wolf-an alpha wolf. There was always a way to tell, if you were particularly versed in scenting, you'd notice all sorts of tiny details that added up to a sum of rank. And if you weren't then catching sight of the man was more than enough to glean that surmation. It was enough to have the hairs on the back of Derek's neck standing on end, bristling at the challenge.

"If you need a ride back home or something, I could always give you one. Not to sound creepy or anything, y'know, just being neighborly. I'd be willing to offer any other help you need, really."

ImageDerek could feel his fangs grow in his mouth, involuntarily, threatened. He choked them back, running his tongue over the sharp edges until the returned to blunt and dull human teeth before he closed the final few feet of space. "She doesn't. Sara." He growled, alerting the pair to his presence. His voice was hard, guttural, matching the skyrocketing of his pulse. And though he had wrangled control over his fangs, he couldn't manage the eyes--so blown, there was only a rim of ice around pools of black.

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Typically, Sam had a way with words, and could get others to see his perspective. Today was not that day. Immediately after he ceased his speech, Leanna jumped up on all fours and growled at him and Caro. His ears flattened, and his eyes narrowed towards the female. Leanna was the Alpha female, and technically had more power in the pack than Sam did as beta. However, Axel had always listened to Sam's words and took them to heart. Almost always more so than Leanna, anyway. He was only attempting to love her, and didn't truly. Although after she went on her little tirade, Axel seemed positively pleased with her. Sam sat down on his haunches, anger coursing through him.

"Axel is our Alpha... He know's what's best for the pack. It's his decision," she said, ending her rant. Sam's eyes slowly panned over to Axel's, waiting for the reaction of his alpha. "I do not believe Leanna could have explained it better," Axel finally spoke, and Sam averted his gaze. He knew this was not going to end well for both himself and Caro. He could have possibly just lost most of the trust that Axel had placed in him. All because he was looking out for the good of the pack, not focusing on a past vendetta that Axel had.

Sam's eyes found Axel's once more as the Alpha spoke more. "There's nothing beneficial to us letting a traitor in. You saw him yesterday, you heard him say he wanted the position of Alpha, didn't you?" Sam thought back to the previous night. Sure, Albrecht had come back expecting things to be the same as they had been when he left. But no one had attempted to explain anything to him. Axel just blew up in his face and that was it. Albrecht had been in this pack once, he knew how things worked. The man would have to understand, if only someone cared to talk to him. Sam didn't believe that Albrecht was that dull of a man.

"A true wolf would stay with his pack...not run away like the coward Albrecht is," the alpha continued, Sam watching him carefully. The hate was audible in his voice, Axel obviously not attempting to mask it. "He shouldn't even be able to call himself a member of the Wolff family...he's a disgrace." Sam could feel Axel's anger and rage, and also his exhaustion. He sighed, the sound carrying to all the wolves of the pack. Axel was finished with this conversation, and Sam knew it. "Pack dismissed... the alpha said, and the wolves began to disperse. He gave them all one last command. "Steer clear of the Hunters and don't interact with Albrecht." And with that, he was gone. And so were the rest of them. Sam lingered for a moment before taking off himself.

He ran home before changing back into a human. Just as he got inside, his phone buzzed. He grabbed it off the table (after all what wolf needed a cell phone), and opened the message. ‘Can I come and see you in a few hours? I missed you last night.’ it read, and Sam smiled. She was the one thing that would make him feel better. He quickly typed back to her. 'Of course. Just let me know when and I'll be there in a jiffy.' He hit send, then winced as he read it once more. Jiffy? Where the hell had that come from? Sighing, he set the phone down and began to pace back and forth. He really had no plans, and honestly wasn't sure what to do with himself.

ImageAfter an hour, he couldn't stand it anymore. He walked back outside and headed for the diner. The place was a wreck after last night, and it needed to be cleaned. He was fairly confident that Axel was going to be so busy being pissed that he wouldn't show up to the diner. Not yet. So he was more than surprised when he opened the door and found both him and Cat standing inside. He absentmindedly wondered if Leanna knew he was here with Cat. His boots crunched as the shards of glass shattered even more under his weight. "Well shit," he whispered to himself, bringing a hand up to rub his hair, lost for words. "I figured I'd come help clean up the diner... he said stupidly, knowing they probably had guessed that's why he was there. Without another word he grabbed a broom and began sweeping. He didn't want to piss of Axel any more than he already had. He kept his mouth shut as he swept, waiting for Axel to make the first move.

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Accepting that there was nothing else he could do to help the woman out with her car, Al grabbed the hood of the car and pulled it downward to stop the emission of smoke into the air. Albrecht casually leaned up against Sara's car at that point, his spread palms pressing against the top of her vehicle as he waited for some sort of response out of her. There was a sort of silence that ensued as she most likely thought over his offer which, he had to admit, was pretty odd to hear out of a man you'd never met before. Just as he was about to offer again to take Sara back to her home, a voice sounded to the side that caused Albrecht to look over in confusion.
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"She doesn't. Sara." Al looked over at the man who the voice belonged to, an eyebrow cocked over his dark brown eyes as he gave the man a look of incredulousness. Was this man actually just going to walk over and address him like that? It didn't matter if he knew Sara, which he obviously seemed to; he had no right to speak at either of them like that in Albrecht's eyes.

At the same time, though, the scent of male wolf overwhelmed him so much that he wrinkled his nose quickly in disgust. It was the same scent Axel had worn the day before in the diner that had caused him to grow even more angry with his younger sibling-- it was the same scent he wore now. The scent of Alpha male was heavy on him, rank and overpowering, really. Even now, it grew more so as he pushed himself into standing position to move closer toward the other male, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as his head cocked, not so much a curious gesture as it was intimidating-- or so he hoped.

"Excuse me...?" he asked, stepping forward to size up to the man. Their eyes almost lined up, though Derek was taller still by an inch. "I'm pretty sure I asked her, not you, hot shot." Focusing more on the man's face, he realized that there must have been at least ten years between them. "What makes you think you can just answer for her? How about you give her a chance to speak?"

Turning his back to the man with a slightly disgusted expression, he faced Sara. "So, do you want that ride or is 'Skippy' going to give you a ride?" He jerked a thumb back in Derek's direction a bit rudely, not caring about the fact that the man was obviously a werewolf like him.

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ImageImage"I answer for her because she is mine." He growled, voice growing lower and lower with each word until it was little more than a rumble like the rolling thunder. "She's not going to run off with some senior citizen who's idea of a good time is to get her alone in his car." Derek took a step forward, wishing Sara would just catch on and come and stand behind him. She couldn't possibly be interested in this wolf, could she? The nagging insecurities that were running rampant in his mind only furthered his agitation and aggression toward Albrecht, never mind the fact that the testosterone in the air was palpable enough to be cut with a knife.

He came nearly nose to nose with the stranger, using the slight height difference to his advantage as he pushed the wolf back with his chest--hands remaining clenched by his side. "First and only warning Champ, Back. Off." Derek was doing his best to remain a man, but his bestial nature was betrayed by his cobalt eyes-lit from within until they nearly glowed, sharpened incisors, and claw like fingernails digging into the palms of his fists leaving little angry red crescent shaped marks in his skin.

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"I answer for her because she is mine." Albrecht crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing sharply as his upper lip quivered with growls he forced back almost unsuccessfully.

"Look, buddy," he snarled, moving slightly closer. "I understand what the hell you are, but there's no fucking need to get this bitchy about me being kind to your girlfriend." This calm mood only lasted a moment until the male wolf continued speaking.
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"Senior citizen?" Al repeated, his upper lip lifting as his nose wrinkled in a snarl. "You're crazy, Skippy. I offered to drive her home because obviously you weren't here to pick her up when her shift ended. Whose fault is that? Not mine." In the mean time, he found himself inadvertently sizing up to Derek, muscles flexing to make himself more intimidating. Not much was keeping him from snapping. As the other wolf stepped forward, Albrecht too moved a step closer, matching his advances.

A few bystanders had slowed their pace to watch from the opposite side of the street while those on their side hurried by. The height difference bugged Albrecht, causing him to try and puff himself up further, even standing slightly on the balls of his feet to do so.

"First and only warning Champ. Back off."

Al scoffed and rolled his eyes. For a seconds, he grinned and it was easy to see that his incisors had also sharpened in a animalistic manner while his eyes were also slowly becoming more and more like Derek's. "I don't need your warnings, kiddo...make me back off. I'm doing nothing illegal or wrong, am I? Since when was kindness a crime?" He scoffed again at Derek, the adrenaline rushing through him just as his testosterone levels seemed to soar through the roof. Then he decided to look toward Sara again. "Well, do you want me to leave you with him...?" He hoped she'd say no...but, then again, she hardly knew him herself.

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Sara swallowed hard, watching the confrontation in front of her unfold. She knew the second Derek approached, the shit would hit the fan, but she didn't realize he'd get this bad about it. Her head turned between the two men as she watched them argue, her mouth opening one in a while like a fish out of water to interject, only to be cut off by one of the men.

She took a small step back, taking her place behind Derek on his right, her head down as the men argued, "Derek... he.. he was just helping me." she said, her voice quiet, almost afraid. Of course, she knew he wouldn't hurt her, but regardless, he was still the slightest bit intimidating when he was like this. Though somewhere in the back of her mind, she couldn't shake the slight, trace feeling of arousal. A man of Derek's stature, fighting another alpha for dominance over her? If it wasn't for the possible danger, she might have given reign to the inkling of the feeling.

"Well, do you want me to leave you with him...?" Sara blinked, being brought from her senses, a slight blush on her face from her thoughts as she faced the man, before looking to Derek, "He... he was only helping me Derek.." she tried to reason, though she knew he wouldn't listen, "I... I'm okay." she said, her voice, quiet, faint sounding, much more submissive that the intimidating man in front of her. She gave a small smile, though there was evident slight fear behind it, though what Al wouldn't know is that the fear was for him, not her.
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..Make me back off... Were the only words Derek had heard, the rest of the conversation fading out into the static of white noise that sounded when he 'saw red.' The lone Alpha roughly shoved Albrecht backward, practically punching the other wolf with the palms of his hands, a ferocious growl ripping it's way from his throat. He was passed the taunting phase, passed the sizing up stage; he was in fight mode now.

Derek rolled his shoulders and drew himself to full height-seeming almost not human at all as he did. He had become a pure predator, as only a beast can be a predator, and yet he was a man facing another man. Onlookers gawked at the pair of them, unsure of what was happening and entranced at the same time. In the back of his mind, Derek knew species preservation should have been his top priority; keeping werewolves a secret, but that was just it. He wasn't thinking.

ImageDerek stood looking down at Al-challenging him, his blood reddening his neck due to the excessive angry beating of his heat, heating him and deepening his color. His eyes were a flash of black and ice, almost exactly the color the sky had been that morning.

"Come on, let us see who's more dominant shall we?!" He roared, voice unrecognizable to anyone who had not been raise around wolves enough to pick up the human speech in a growl.

Later he might look back and see just how ridiculous he had been. He might realize this wolf was just trying to do another, female, wolf a favor; but right here in the now? Derek saw another alpha male challenging him for not only his status but his mate. If only Axel had taken the time to talk with him in the diner the other day, he mightn't have been so on edge around other wolves then...

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Albrecht kept eye contact with Sara, his brow creasing in concern as he watched her step beside Derek. "I...I'm okay," she said in a voice so meek that Al couldn't help but cock an eyebrow. Was she really okay, or was she just saying it out of fear for herself? Though neither was true, he couldn't help but feel concern for her. It didn't seem right to just leave her here with him. As she offered the weak, fearful smile, Al tried to match it in vain. With his gaze, he tried as hard as possible to ask her if she really was alright. He'd seen some messed up things on his odyssey and he certainly didn't want to be responsible for something happening to her.

"Alright...if you insist," he said reluctantly, putting on half of a smile as he began to turn around. Suddenly, though, hands pressed up against his chest and shoved him back. Al stumbled, struggling for something to grab and use to keep from falling backwards. At first, he was confused. Had the girl pushed him? But, the force of the shove didn't make sense. As he looked back at the two, he locked eyes with the male.

The kid moved closer to Albrecht who had decided to stand his ground in a defiant manner. For years, he'd been kicked out of countless packs and now he had even been kicked out of his own, home pack. No, he refused to back down again. He refused to let some amateur push him around. But, there were people staring with wide eyes, confusion evidently written across their countenances. It would be a horrible decision, fighting out here, but what choice did he have now?
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"Come on, let us see who's more dominant, shall we?!" snarled the younger man, making himself out to be larger than he was really. Though Albrecht was slightly smaller than the man before him, he still puffed himself up and glared back at Derek, eyes narrowed nearly to slits.

"You're an idiot," snapped Al, raising himself slightly so he was almost at eye level with Derek. "Fighting like this, in the middle of town?" His jaw clenched tightly, muscles in his jaw flexing. With much effort, he opened his mouth again slowly. "But, I'm not prepared to have some pup show me up in my town." Without warning, Albrecht raised his fist and threw a punch at Derek, followed swiftly by a knee aimed at the man's stomach. By then, Al's temper was near to boiling over and he might have lost it right then in the middle of the street had he not some decency or had he not realized that changing in front of so many people could blow the cover kept up by werewolves for ages. If one of them lost control now, there would be no telling what would ensue.