Soldat

"Then do it." She rested her elbows on the table, leaning forward. "I'm not going to stop you. It's not like your answering to anyone, right? There are vampires here that would make 80 look like infanthood. I'm sure they're experts at reinvention."

Dear future me,

Did we ever manage to go home? As I write now, it's been over a century since we saw Svaneke. One century since I've placed a foot down on Danish soil. I remember every shop I passed on th way to the train, remember the docks where I used to wave goodbye to father. I remember Elsa's favorite bakery and Natalia's favorite theatre hall and the smell of sea salt on the breeze in late summer when autumn was one long night away from descending. Time isn't kind to places like that. I tell myself now that returning wouldn't do any good. I've outgrown that home and that life. But that's a lie and the truth boils down to one simply word. Fear. Not knowing, avoiding, it has a certain grace to it. I've been dancing out of the noose for years, knowing that eventually the knot will tighten.

I hope you've gone back there. I hope you've found out what happened to Elsa, to Natalia, to our parents. And most of all I hope that the knowledge has helped.

"To me it's loyalty. Above blood, or love, or history. The people who you;d never turn your back on, the people who you know will be there when you need them, that's family."

"Enjoy the quiet?" Her hands dug into her pockets as they walked. She'd arrived back in town less than 24 hours after the strike, seen the destruction, the injured. The last thing she'd wanted to do was sit around licking at the wounds. She'd go anywhere she was ordered by Nate or his family, but the last thing she wanted was to sit around waiting to get hit. "That's not me. I'd like it to be - maybe . . .one day." She tilted her head up to look at Nate. "Still not ready for all that domestic bliss, I guess. I'm glad Sophia finally got it, but I'm still not ready to slow down."

Logan: I have my ways, and not sexting just getting opinions on things.

Logan: Hey! It's none of your business!

Lena: You are ridiculous.

Logan: [Image Sent to all]

Logan: Uh... please disregard the half naked picture. Did NOT mean to send to "all".

“Well you always were a smart kid.” She turned to Lucy once the ticket was ripped and gave her a smile. “Smarter than Will at least. I think I saw him getting smacked upside the head earlier. Went sulking off with a wounded pride.”

“You’re wasting no time in making new friends.” He joked gently, approaching the other werewolf while she finished writing the ticket. “Good thing I prefer to walk when I can.” He eyed the car she was writing a ticket for. Technically she was right, the meter had run out and they weren’t back. He wasn’t going to argue with her to get her to change her mind.

“Oh you know me. One new friend per decade. I’ve met the quota already.” She tipped her imaginary hat at Colton. “Afternoon Sheriff.” After tearing her ticket, she pocketed her book and turned to look at him completely. “Next time I play meter maid give me a little warning that Logan Hastings is patroling the streets.”

“I’ve been around since founding day.” She pointed toward the fountain. “Stood right about there that day with the Greysons.” She rubbed the tension out from one of her shoulders as the memories from that summer day came back to her. “But I’ve spent most of the past two years in D.C. on pack business.”

"You really missed your calling as a therapist, Logan." She stood her ground as Logan stepped closer, tilting her chin upward. He'd always been handsome, but this close she could see the curve of his long eyelashes. Feel the heat radiating off of him. "Maybe I'm ticked off because I'm being yelled at for writing parking tickets. Maybe I'm a little bored with nothing happening in this town. Maybe I'm ticked off because you're standing too close."

Emmett had never been picky before on choosing a phone. It was only recently that he’d upgraded to a smartphone anyway and that was because it was easier to keep in contact with others and for work. “I’ll probably go into the store and get the first one I see. Whichever one won’t be destroyed if I accidentally drop it into water again, that is.

"I bet waterproof will just be one of those standard builds soon." She carefully rocked her seat back on it's hind legs. "I'm still waiting for them to release the smartphone that's full moon proof."

"Well with Hansel socializing well at doggie daycare, Sophia's wedding going off with zero deaths, and a six pack of Sam Adams chilling in my fridge back home I don't have many complaints." She shed her police jacket, and slid her hands into the back pocket of her jeans as she walked. It felt good to be back in a town that she considered home. Her work in D.C. was important, but she'd fought hard to get reinstated with her pack after the attacks. "The quiet's making me nervous though."