The emotions that lingered in the air were thick, suffocating and she wasn't sure what exactly to do because these were old, complex and she couldn't reach them. They floated, hanging just out of her reach no matter how far she reached out to it, a part of her was drawn to it, mesmerized by the intensity of the emotion.

Billy Black's home was full of these smoky emotions, and sitting there, on his couch, she wondered how she had managed to miss it all the other times that she has been here.

Lifting Mr. Darcy onto her lap, she waited for the man to say something to Lynn. Since the moment they had come in, he had simply pointed to the couch and remained silent as he lit candles.

"You are both familiar with some of the legends. The warriors, the wolves," he began. "There are many stories that you both need to know about the pack and tribe but I would like to save those for the bonfire tonight."

"Bonfire?" Andy mumbled. "I thought the tribe legends were sacred?"

"Yes," he agreed. "But you are one of us now."

Glancing at her friend, she could see the sceptical look on the girl's face. Andy knew how incredibly important it was for her friend to hear what the man had to say. Relaxing herself, she pulled into a deep part of her mind and exhaled. The reaction was instant, and she crossed her fingers hoping she did it right because she could feel the serene feeling that released from her when she breathed. She could practically see it, the way it was a beautiful colour of wind that collided with her friend.

"Why did I need to see you? Why couldn't Sam just explain?" Lynn asked calmly.

A smile slipped onto Andy's face at her accomplishment. The twinkle in Billy's eyes hinted that he knew what she had done.

"Because they aren't your pack. Young Andrea here is your Alpha by luck," The man explained. "Sam is not the real Alpha, and a pack is not complete without an Alpha or a valerian. You are happy with her because you are complete. You will never need another person as long as she is here."

"I don't understand," Andy rushed out.

Billy rolled over to one of the lit candles and gestured for her to take it. "Only you will be able to sense it, the emotion that swirl and flicker in the smoke. If you are lucky, they will let you see."

Her hands shook as she reached for the candle. It was surprisingly heavy despite how small it was. The could see, small intricate patterns that were craved along the bottom. Wolves and men, children and women dancing around flames.

"It is the valerians that first bestowed the spirit warriors the ability to walk outside of their own skin. They were powerful, so incredibly kind hearted and they blessed them with what they needed to protect their own," Billy started his story at a slow rhythm.

"But all that power-" Andy shook her head "- to give someone transcendence when they are not deserving of it must have come with a price. They should have never..."

"Do you not feel it? The powerful emotions of others? The pain, and heartache? The Valerians did whatever was possible to free people of such misery," the man stated.

"Such power comes with a price," she looked him in the eye, years of tortured emotions shinning at the surface.

"It does. A young girl, no older than you are now stayed behind-" Billy's voice grew distant as the smoke began to swirl around her. She could see figures dancing, chasing a girl around the fire as she laughed and danced. She skipped, swirling around on nibble feet into a man's arms.

"She fell in love," the words slipped from her mouth.

"He was a warrior," Billy's voice echoed around her, replacing the steady drum of the dancers. "She loved him so incredibly much that when he grew ill she gave her life to save him."

From the smoke, the girl faded away in slow swirls. The man reached for her, calling desperately until he too faded away with the scenery. Smoke continued to shield her eyes as trees began to form and people along side wolf.

"We hadn't seen another valerian until the spirit warriors shifted into wolves. He had come stumbling through the trees, collapsing near on of the newly shifted boys," Billy's words weaved the story.

The man touched the wolf, leaning into his fur lovingly and Andy felt the horrible sensation of shifting echo over her skin. Panic and pain cut into her and a soft cry left her lips.

"The man stayed among the wolves. After each valerian died, a new one would appear to take its place. They were called the charmed, the ones that joined the pack. The shifter themselves referred to them as omegas because the rivaled the Alphas," he painted the scene.

Through the smoke, she could see wolf after wolf boding with man and woman alike. Linking themselves together. The wolf would always bow to the man before facing a large wolf with a bow. It screamed of respect and Andy felt herself filling with pride for it as people like her that called for that respect.

"Life is different for valerians depending on who they bond to. Whether it be the cold ones, or humans, it is always different. The cold ones are more subtle in their emotions, more easily influenced- you yourself can adapt yourself to make your blood without scent for them. The humans are easy to persuade, negativity only needing cleansing," he described.

Through the smoke, an image of herself appeared standing tall in the center. Shaped began to appear around her morphing into people she could recognize- Alice, Jasper, Bella, Lynn, and more, so many more. They came, others lingered before disappearing, but it was the people from the here and now that stood by her side, looking to her. And the wolves bowed; Lynn bowed with a hand pressed to her heart. Quil stood with knees bent, hands offering themselves to her.

"The wolves are different, for we feel everything so powerfully that once you have your allegiance, you will have it for a lifetime."

Sorrow hit her with a blow that knocked the air from her lungs. From her hands the candle fell, the flame going out and Andy felt herself being tossed into reality with a slap. Jasper had said, she had seen it. Valerians died young around the wolves, and she believed it to be entirely true.

Lynn shook her shoulders, tears streaming down the other girls face as she asked desperate questions but Andy only shook her head. Somewhere in her grief striking haze she had placed Mr. Darcy in her friend's lap and made her way to the door.

She was sprinting through trees unsure of where she was going. Nothing made sense and she could only feel her heart in her throat was she pushed through branches and leaves. Her head spun and her leg was sore but she couldn't stop.

Sobs pulled from her throat as she tripped through the undergrowth. She touched trunks with fleeting fingers, scared the shaking in her hands would cause her to lose her balance if she hung on for too long.

She ran, hair whipping at her face until she couldn't breath. She ran until she was certain that she was worse than lost and she ran. She ran right into strong arms that felt like an inferno to the touch and without thinking she stopped, body slumping into the person and she cried.

Never had she wanted this, to be some supernatural being that dies young because it was what the people before her did and so on and so forth. She wanted a life away from Forks where she could attend college and be with the people she considered family.

"I've got you," he whispered, voice hoarse with emotion.

Freezing, she pushed herself away from him and spun around. An uncountable amount of days had separated them even if they were only a handful of minutes apart. Standing before him, she could see how different he looked. He was tired, unkempt, and hunched as though everything had physically been hurting him.

"Please don't run again," he begged. "I felt it. we all felt how sad you were and it killed me. It kills me because I can't o anything to make you happy. In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

"Ar- are you quoting Pride and Prejudice to me?" she breathed out in shock. "You've read it?"

"Of course, it's your favourite novel. I would do anything to prove my love to you because I love you, Andy. You are he best thing that has ever happened to me and I love you. When I first wake up, I am reminded by how I love you. When I eat, think, see the tiniest little detail that you would love to photograph, I am reminded by how much I love you. I love you, most ardently and I don't think I can survive another moment without you."

"Quil," Andy whispered. She made a hesitant step towards the boy only for him to walk toward her in a rushed manner, startling her.

"Please, let me speak," he pleaded. "I get that you're scared, I understand but what you need to now is that I would never hurt you. Hell, I would rather die than hurt you. I would do anything for you, be anything for you, just say the word but please don't just shut me out again."

Looking at her hands, she found that for the first time in what seems like forever has the shaking stopped and it was because he was here. Every part of her screamed that he was here. He stood just in front of her, their chests inches apart and she couldn't find herself intimidated by the way he loomed over her.

Rather, she relished in the heat that he radiated. She found comfort in the strength that rang through his body making up for her frailty. She loved the way his eyes never left her face, the way the glazed over with everything he felt and how his curly hair -that she knew to be soft- caught slightly in the chilled in.

He was here and the way that nothing made sense made perfect sense.

"People are fleeting images that can pass in the blink of an eye. Everyone is so similar, hearts aching, minds spinning, but it's their emotions that sent them apart for me. Bodies are shells, vessels that are nothing compared to the complexity of the emotions that a person feels," Andy murmured. "The way I feel for you, it is so strong, so consuming that it drives me mad with how much love a person can actually feel. And you know what? I'm not afraid of you anymore. I love you, even if my actions speak otherwise. I love you, inexplicably, Quil. I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."

Breaths mixed as both looked towards the other, leaning in slowly all they could focus on was each other. He was everything she could feel, everything she could breathe, see, hear.

"Name one thing you love?" He leaned his forehead against hers.

"You," the word slipped past her lips. "Oh, in case you didn't notice that was also a P & P quote."

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