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          Grief hungover Jane Foster like a cloud. When she was alone, when she was home safely locked in her family’s house, Jane let herself feel it. She let herself curl up in a ball, dressed in one of the oversized sweaters her father always wore, and kept her mother’s old leather-bound journal in her lap. The smell of pipe tobacco and incense still clung to the sweater and the journal. Her father had taken up pipe smoking, the kind of pipe you would see on the cover of a Sherlock Holmes novel, saying it made him feel more sophisticated. Jane always assumed it had started out a joke, or a prank and simply became a habit. 

            Her mother burned incense simply because she liked the scent, claiming it was better than her father’s pipe, though even that was always said with a smile. Her parents never fought. No two people could be less alike, but they loved each other. It was something Jane observed from a very young age, and something that always came to mind when she remembered her parents. They loved each other unconditionally. True soul mates. True life mates. They were perfect.

             And now they were gone

             One wrong turn and two lives had been snuffed out. Just like that. It was hard. It was the hardest thing she had ever experienced in her life, but Jane still tried. The loss of her parents—her pack—left a gaping hole in her life, and the young woman was left to fend for herself in a great big world that always found a way to try and make her feel smaller than she already was. At nineteen, Jane had yet to change. Most had their first moon by the time they turned sixteen, but for whatever reason, Jane was still waiting. She remembered all the stories she had been told, all the lessons of what to expect when she changed, but the change never came and Jane was left to wonder why.

           Maybe it was grief. Maybe it was the simple fact that she wasn’t strong enough to change. She certainly didn’t feel strong. Not now. So much was going wrong, lately. On top of her loss, on top of the fact that she had yet to change and find her inner wolf, one of the men at her University had taken notice of her. Dr. Lestner. He was a colleague of her father’s, competition, and he was an Alpha—a mean one. While her father had been alive, this man had done everything in his power to steal his work, to get him fired, and now that her father was gone, not only had he taken his job as head of the Science department, but now he seemed bent on taking Dr. Foster’s daughter, as well. 

          It was all Jane could do to avoid him, knowing that if he were to confront her, she would only snap back, she would rage and fight and damn the consequences. Her mother always said it would get her in trouble someday, warned her that Omegas needed to tread carefully, or learn how to fight properly. Jane hadn’t learned how to do either piece of advice, and today it seemed as though the consequences she was so eager to damn had caught up with her. Turning a corner, she found herself face to face with Dr. Lestner, and as she locked eyes with him, she knew this was not going to be pleasant. 

       ”Didn’t anyone tell you not to make eye contact with an alpha, pup?” 

       Jane blinked, fighting the urge to instantly drop her eyes. No, they hadn’t, actually. Her parents had taken great lengths to keep her away from most alphas. Something to do with her attitude, and missing a link in her mind that told her her place. 

        “I don’t remember you being my alpha….” She canted her head curiously, frowning up at him. “Why? Feeling threatened?” 

        The snarl that bled from his throat sent a cold shiver down her spine, and Jane took a step back. “No, but you should…”

After leaving his family’s home, Eames had taken to travel all over the world. He knew his family were adamant about him taking he role of alpha, had all but pushed him to take up the position and instead of doing what he wanted he had walked. There was no part of him that wanted to lead their pack into the future and he’d tried to tell his parents that. But they had ignored his wishes and had named him the new alpha. That had been the last straw for him and he’d left their family compound outside of London, never intending to return. Months he’d been gone and he had kept his promise to himself. There were days when he’d thought of home but at that very moment? He was enjoying being away.

The college he’d found himself wandering about was similar to the ones he would wander about in London. His cousins were a bit older than him and they would always let him tag along when he was bored and not in school. Though this one was a bit different from those – he could tell there were other alphas running about. And some betas. Were he a few years younger he knew he’d been on the defensive, looking for any sort of fight. But he’d grown since his days of looking for fights, he’d learned control and he was able to walk amongst other alphas without any sort of issues. Or at least he had been had he not witnessed something he saw far too often in his travels.

Overly aggressive alphas always irked him. They seemed to think that anyone that wasn’t an alpha was their property and they were most of the reasons why he’d gotten into a lot of fights. They weren’t property, they were equals to them and they should have been treated with respect. Unfortunately not many people felt like he did and for each alpha that he reminded with his fist there was another one out there doing the same exact thing to their mate. It incensed him like nothing else and had him wishing he could change the outlook their society had for them. What was so wrong in being loving? What was so wrong in respecting someone who wasn’t of the same rank of them? They weren’t animals, after all. They didn’t need to give into the stereotypes he knew were out there.

But once again it seemed like he was going to have to force some respect into another alpha. He hadn’t heard just what the pair was arguing about and it honestly didn’t matter. Eames had seen the way the other was treating the girl and all he could see was red. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to treat a lady,” he growled, putting himself between the girl and the other alpha. He already knew that this was going to get ugly. The only thing he didn’t know was just how ugly it was going to get. “Threatening her isn’t going to get you very far, mate. And with me round? You’ll be lucky t'walk out of here with your pride intact. So I suggest walking away now before anyone gets hurt.”

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