With such lovely spring weather I am quite happy to be out here, soaking up the sun, underneath the massive tree that stood perfectly within Frost's backyard. I like being free, I like being outside, I've always been the one that hated being confined indoors. Mother and Father always knew that if I wasn't in one of the rooms we were allowed to stay in at our guest residencies, or if I had to attend some sort of event or party, they knew they could always find me outside, somewhere. I remember when I was a little girl we were invited to some sort of gala in Africa and Mother was quite pleased to see in in my bright white poofy dress. Sadly though that dress did not survive by the end of the night. Running away from the events going on inside I managed to scale up one of the trees, quite happy to be perched and look at the guests inside the building through the windows. Mother was extremely upset with me when she found me, my beautiful white dress torn and absolutely dirty, and I could see my Father was attempting to hold back his laughter. Lately I have been feeling stuffed up within the house that I have been in for almost a year now.

Ever since I came here I had to learn how to cope being a Were, how to transform and actually move around in my horse form, but also understand what it was like to live in a pack. A pack is sort of like a family and the pack I was in was a bit odd. When Frost was gone I was the one that had to make sure Clarie didn't invite some psychopath, to make sure she was fully clothed before she walked outside, help her learn what new technology she was interested in, make sure the house wasn't set on fire and all and all make sure she didn't accidentally killed herself. It was rather annoying, but I did it without compliant. I was the babysitter and although it wasn't a role I appreciated I did it anyways. But one night Frost decides to bring in another member into our fold. Long ago he told me he wasn't trying to create a harem, but a pack, and well this new member happened to be a girl. Sure Frost. Sure. You're making a 'pack' all right. I wasn't bothered with her at first at least she seemed like a Were that actually new how to function in the human world which I was extremely grateful for. It was the mention that she would be Beta that pretty much made my blood boil, and it still did.

I think I deserve to be Beta. I mean I did everything a Beta was supposed to do. Make sure the home was safe and made sure a pack member didn't die and just follow Alpha orders. I may not have been a Were for a long time and I haven't figured out my powers yet, but I'm pretty sure I'm more deserving of the title and the rank and not some unknown WereFox, that I am pretty sure she only got the rank because she seduced him. I vowed the next time he brought a new member and if she ended up having a rank above me once she joined or in the future, I would leave. If I wasn't going to be considered a value member in the pack, if I was going to be constantly ignored then I don't think I was worth sticking around. I've never been the type of person that allowed others to walk over me. I've never been afraid to speak my mind or prove my point. But if he wants some harlot to join the ranks and be above me, and he expects me to just sit on by and accept it, he has another thing coming.

I've been sitting here quietly reading this rather extremely large book. Softly I mutter to myself sounding at the words, pausing for a moment and closing my eyes trying to remember the phrases, trying to remember the accent on certain words. It was supposed to be a surprise for Frost. Ever since he told me about his home land and what he went through I was trying to find a way to at least respect his culture and make him feel at home. Thankfully I am used to forcing myself to learn a new culture or language, being taught by my parents to do such things really pays off. Although to be honest this was one of the hardest languages I've ever learned, Germany sucked, but not as much as Icelandic. As I lift one of the pages over, I glance up seeing Frost making his way over and I cannot help but give him a small smile. Don't get me wrong, I'm still pissed at him and I wish my ability was to shoot lasers out of my eyes and burn his hair off, but I'm willing to be passive, if only for a moment. The day was too nice and I've been absolutely relaxed being out here for the most part of the day. Frost was lucky and he has no idea how lucky he is. As I look over the last sentence attempting to remember the phrase I can see his shadow appear on the pages of the book and the grass below as he leans against the tree. His long drawled out so causes me to grow still for a moment unsure why he had to drawl it out for so long and that when he finally decides to ask me a question, I attempt to speak his language the best I can with a short tone.

"Ég er að lesa bók um nýju tungumáli að æpa á þig og segja þér að ég er að fara þegar þú koma heim aðra nýja félagi af the pakki og setja þá á stöðu ofan mig ."
"I'm reading a book about a new language to yell at you and tell you I'm leaving when you bring home another new member of the pack and put them at a rank above me."

Yep. That's right. I am still cross with you mister. Grabbing the bookmark, I place it on top of the paper, and for a moment I look upwards and I notice his disheveled and exhausted look. Softly I close heavy book and I give him a small simper. I'm not sure what is wrong with him, but he doesn't look normal and whatever was going on he seemed to be acting different. That long drawn out 'so' was not typical at all. I read once in a book that a Beta was supposed to support not just the members of the pack, but the Alpha too when needed. Frost seemed troubled and since the little harlot was nowhere around and talking to Clarie was like talking to the wall, I figured I might as well listen. He may be my Alpha, but he is also my Creator. If he is there for me when I'm going through a troubled time adjusting or learning to be a Were, the least I can do is provide him the same assistance when he looked troubled. My tone is a little bit friendlier, as I pat the green grass beside me, permitting him to take a seat underneath the tree with me. It would be rather difficult to talk to him if I have to crane my neck upwards in an uncomfortable position, so it is best he should sit next to me, even if I may be a bit cross with him. I can at least put that aside for now and listen to him.

"If you want to sit down you can, you look a bit....ragged. Rough night?"

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable