Thread: Drawn to the Pack {darkest_fate&loneiysong}

Sara was working in the kitchen. They were to prepare large quantaties of food for anyone who came to see her father. They had just finished a large plate of fry bread. Her mother ran her hand along her forehead and wiped her hand on her apron and looked at Sara. Sara, go out to the grill and barbeque some of that meat that Butcher Hank brought by. I am going to go check on your father. Sara watched as her mother walked to the room of her father. She was spending a lot of time with him. Probably embracing him, chanting the ancient tongue to him, rocking him through the worst of his pain. Would she ever have someone like that. Someone to hold through the good and the bad times? Frowning, she walked down to the basement and grabbed the meat from the floor freezer and stepped out into the warm sun. It was hot today. Her mother would probably wrap her father in a large family quilt and walk him out to the porch swing outside and let him savor the end of a hot day. When you could smell everything in town. The flowers, the grass, the woods. Mother had been trying to get father to go on a run, but he always refused. Walking out to the grill, her flip flops made the usual slip slap slip slap. Looking in, she lit the coals and set the meat to the side. Walking up, she moved to the sink pouring herself a glass of chilled iced tea. She thought of her brother, he was to be home soon. She swallowed and tears filled her eyes as she thought of the last fight they had. Running her hand over her face, she groaned. She didn't want him to leave. When he left, she woke up crying. A great hole had formed in her heart. Father dying, and him gone. Her mother was proud of him that he was to find a mate. Looking down, she frowned. That was when she heard the engine of the motorcycle stop. A smile found itself to her lips. Walking to the door, she looked down at her short shorts and her white tank top. She loved to wear white, the way that it showed off her dark skin. Her amber eyes looked at the door. She cleared her throat and opened the door and looked at him. Saul! She was expecting so much to just argue with him or say some noble thing about how she forgave him, but all it melted away. Running to him, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and gripped him tightly as if he would slip away and run back. Her body was giving off the slight scents of a pheremone. Her wolf would be emerging any day now. She sighed and shut her eyes. Saul, I missed you so much. Come in, mom and I have been cooking like crazy and there is a whole ton of food on the table. She pulled him into the air conditioned house. She closed the door and walked to the dining room where the table was set up buffet style with all the great foods of their culture. I was about to throw a few steaks on the barbeque. But I will serve you and then let dad and mom know you are here. But I think they need some time alone. SHe blushed and looekd down and then back to him and smiled. Sara looked exactly like her brother and perferred riding and tending to the horses on the ranch, reading books, and being alone. Her mother was worried that if she ever changed, she would be a lone wolf without the right mate.