G e n e t i c a l l y S u p e r i o r

          Red’s eyes widened, her entire face lighting up at the mention of the woods – proper forests and not the sorry excuse for wilderness that surrounded Storybrooke. Unlike her, Jal had been afforded the opportunity to enjoy the world beyond the quaint, formerly cursed town, whereas the she-wolf had only ever know its borders ( that had been restricting enough under the curse, but after? It was stifling for her more feral counterpart ). ❝ Real, actual woods! ❞ Though she appreciated what they did have – their little cabin and the acres that surrounded it – miles of trees to run through … that was something Red missed. Smiling brightly, she slung her arms across her mate’s shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. ❝ You have no idea how wonderful that sounds. ❞

“ I think I can handle it , I am always enjoying a challenge, “ Elena pauses, as her hand is running through her hair, as she is carrying on to say, “ well I do not have any important classes, so I think I will take you up on leaving just now and we can go for the tour and have some fun with playing some pool or darts .” Elena pauses, fixing up her jacket as she then carries on say, “ I have my car parked outside school we can drive to the bar and then carry on with walking.”

With her back to him, Freya could only gauge Cer’s reaction by tone -his stubbornness. He was right in his thoughts though, in this moment, she realized just how little she knew about his past. Whereas her family…they were practically a bedtime story to every child in New Orleans. And that divide became ever more apparent as Freya felt his anger grow, her own muscles tensing in his arms with each impassioned word; she needed to soothe him before the wolf sprung forth.

“So did Jack’s…” she murmured, loosening Cer’s grip just enough so that she could turn in his arms. Her warm palms going flat against his chest. “…and now that pack stands shattered.” Because of her family; because they dared to defend Hope. Exhaling she continued. “I don’t doubt their loyalty, or yours to me…I just…” the witch hesitated, struggling to find her words. Instead, her blue eyes scanned his, reading them as intensely as she would a book. She was scared and couldn’t admit it.

No doubt that Jack was a good man, he even liked the wolf after some time but he also knew how much Jackson didn’t want to deal with the Mikaelson’s, personal issues a rose between him and them. “Jack didn’t want to help anymore. He wanted to live in the bayou with Hayley and Hope but we both know that couldn’t happen.” He was torn between pack and Hayley. Everyone on the outside of the relationship could see that. The pack was shattered due to lack of leadership, most seeking out other packs once Jackson died. “Jack never lead them. He stood by and let the pack break under your family because he was too young to lead a bunch of wolves and too in love with Hayley to stand up and tell her this is how it’s gonna be you don’t like it then maybe we ain’t good for one another.” He didn’t want to spread dirt on a fresh wound but someone had to tell it how it was around here. “No one defies your family because they are too scared to say no. I told Klaus no and gave him reasons why I ain’t gonna bend. Maybe have put me on the shit list for well over a couple months, but in the end when shit was getting dicey in New Orleans he appreciated how I handled things.”