Second Chance

"I found a pack that's willing to take you in," Bran said, tapping his foot on the linoleum floor. "Over in California. The Trinity River Pack."

"I'm not going to California," Nova declared, sipping her coffee. She leaned against the flower covered wallpaper and refused to look at Bran who sat in one of the dingy kitchen chairs.

"You'll go to California if I tell you to go to California."

Nova narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, well you know what? I have half a mind not to listen to you anymore. I've been through practically every pack in the country and none have worked out. Why is this one going to be any different?" she snarled and Bran's look told her to stop talking but she didn't. Of course she didn't. "It's easy for you to just tell me where to go but you're not the one who has to meet different wolves every time. You're not the one who has to try and fit in."

"You're right, I'm not. I've already done that and found my place. Now its you're turn." Bran stared at her and, despite his golden eyes, his tone was wise and helpful.

Nova glanced at him, "What if this one doesn't work either?"

Bran was quiet for a minute, his tapping silenced. "You cant stay here forever, Nova."

She stared at her coffee mug, watching the swirls of steam rise and dissipate. "I could go and stay with Love over in Britain," she offered. Love was her twin sister, married to the British Marrok. Vincent didn't like Nova much but she could make it work if she had to.

"You could," Bran agreed. "But I know you and you wouldn't survive one week over there. They're a lot less lenient with their females and you need breathing room, which they don't give."

"I don't get any over here, either," she muttered, taking a sip from the mug.

"Oh give it a rest, Nova. I am not breathing down your neck every two minutes. You can believe all you want that you have no breathing room but if and when you go over to Europe you'll feel what no breathing room really is." Bran was stern with her, giving her the truth and nothing but the truth.

Nova swallowed, for once having nothing to say. So Bran continued.

"Caleb is nice. He's willing to let you stay in his home so you don't have to find a permanent home there just yet. They're not going to pressure you, Nova. They want to get to know you. I know the others haven't worked out but please just try this last one."

"Fine, I will. Just please stop begging. It's not in character for you and quite frankly its freaking me out." She smiled at him and set her mug down. "When do I go?"

"Tonight."

That concludes that! Not much, I know, but I had to write it so it didn't give anything away :D I hope y'all enjoyed. I'm not expecting a lot of reviews because this is just the prologue but at least you read it and got this far!

First I'd like to say I got this story idea from a Mercy Thompson Roleplay site that a friend of mine made. It's AWESOME! It's the RP me and her are doing and lets hope I can rewrite it with the same awesomenessness! :D Review if you'd like!

The song I listened to, and recommend you listening to as you read, is Second Chance by Shinedown. And the title of the story is also a song. The Only Exception by Paramore. My chapters will always have the song title that has inspired them J

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