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Chloe Beale laid in her bed, eyes sunken into her skull from lack of sleep and body aching with pain all over. Her throat was dry, her ears were ringing, her head was pounding. She'd stuck herself in her apartment all day as rain clouds filled the New York City skyline and blended with the sickness to enforce the dreariness of the day. Her body shivered and she coughed with the thunder as it rumbled across the sky. All at the same time, her body was overheated and freezing cold. She knew she had a fever. She had had it for days now, but only choose to get some rest today when it had gotten so bad that she couldn't hide it from her coworkers any longer. If she had gone into to work at the hospital today, they would have sent her home for sure, even if she knew she wasn't contagious. She knew what this was and why she felt this kind of pain. In seven years she hadn't been sick once, which meant this could be for one reason and one reason only.

Chloe grabbed onto the scent from outside of her apartment complex. A familiar scent she had gotten used to recognizing all those years, when things were just been simpler then they were now. She used to revel in the scent and welcome whom it came from, but things were different now. No longer did she welcome that scent or any scent similar to it. Chloe got up from the couch, still in sweats and a Ramones T-shirt and wrapped herself in the blanket she had been laying with. She followed the scent to her front door and swallowed the lump in her throat. This wasn't a conversation she was looking forward to as she smelled the visitor approaching her front door.

It started as a knock and Chloe reached out her hand, but left it on the doorknob unmoved. She wasn't sure if she wanted to open it. She wasn't ready to reopen a door that had been closed for two years now. She took another whiff of the scent and her hand started to shake. The knock picked up then, this time a bit harder than before and a few more times. Chloe closed her eyes, her head pounding again. Her muscles tensed. Her wolf begged for the scent because it was so similar to the scent it really yearned for, but Chloe knew there was a difference between the two. The knock turned into a banging and Chloe heard the feminine voice on the other side, "I know you're home, Chloe. Open the damn door." Chloe swallowed as the voice banged again before adding, "I can smell your scent." Chloe took a deep breath and let it out slowly, finally turning the knob and opening the door. Beyond it, Anne stood, her eyes red like strawberries, boring into Chloe's cerulean blues. The furious look in Anne's eyes told Chloe everything she needed to know and demanded that Chloe submit to the other Alpha. Chloe swallowed as Anne looked her over, but Chloe refused to break eye contact, "I knew it. You're sick."

Anne brushed passed Chloe immediately, knocking the redhead back and entering her one-bedroom apartment, "Anne, what are you doing here?" Chloe sounded exasperated and out of breath as she followed the Alpha wolf into her living room through the kitchen. The entire apartment was less than a thousand square feet, so it didn't take more than a second, "Anne?"

Anne started to pass the second she got into the living room and Chloe sat down on the couch to watch, "How long have you been sick?" Chloe looked around the room as if she couldn't hear Anne and bit her lip, "Chloe. How long?"

Chloe rolled her eyes, her arms folded over her one another, "A few weeks."

Chloe could tell that her answer satisfied Anne's curiosity, "You need to go home."

Chloe sighed with exasperation, "Anne, I am home." It was a definitive answer, but Anne rolled her eyes. Chloe knew what she was referring to. She was referring to the home she had built with her pack all those years ago. The home her and Beca had built together with one another. The very thought of Beca's name brought a familiar ache to Chloe's chest, as it rose and fell.

"Beca's sick," Anne stated, returned to look into Chloe's eyes. Chloe's breath hitched at the words, at Beca's name being said aloud after two years of no contact at all. After two years apart. After a life alone in the city of New York, "It's your mating mark."

Chloe instinctively clawed at the scar on her neck. A shadow of Beca's canines that shown themselves proudly across the redhead's collar bone. The mating mark that once gave Chloe a sense of pride and now filled with her stomach with dread. Chloe swallowed and her voice came out hoarse, "What do you mean?"

"Don't play coy with me, Chloe." After all of these years, Anne was comfortable speaking with Chloe in a direct way, "Mates aren't supposed to be apart. You both know that."

Chloe pulled the blanket over her shoulders again, looked away from Anne and broke their intense eye contact, "We're separated, Anne." It sounded cold and harsh, words she never thought she'd say in her entire life coming out of her mouth.

A moment of silence, then Anne stated clearly, "You still wear the ring."

Chloe looked down at her left hand, at the clear cut diamond ring that proudly displayed itself on her ring finger. For a moment, she thought about the ring and the day Beca had given it to her. For a moment, she'd lost herself in a faded memory of years ago. The memory disappeared just as quickly as it came and Chloe hid the ring under the blanket, "It's complicated."

Three years ago,

The words came from Celtic vows that resonated with both women.

"You cannot possess me for I belong to myself, but while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give. You cannot command me, for I am a free person, But I shall serve you in those ways you require."

Beca Mitchell was dressed in a black blazer and dress pants. Her hair was curled and crisp in the light fog that covered the mountain cliff as the evening light dipped into an orange glow of a far off mountain peak. The air was light, the world was quiet, and the scenery was beautiful at every turn. The ceremony was one of simple tastes, though one that required travel for the visitors attending. It was up on a mountain peak in Maine far away from all packs and human civilizations. They invited only their closest and dearest friends and family, though for Chloe that meant a few more than what it meant for Beca. Both sides of the family came with full attendance. The white chairs on the mountain cliff filled with the two girl's brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents and the like. On Beca's side, Stacie stood behind her as a maid of honor should and behind Chloe, Aubrey stood as hers. Beca's bridesmaids and groomsmen were Emily and Jesse, while Chloe's were Benji and Luke.

"I vow you the first cut of my meat, the first sip of my wine. from this day it shall only your name I cry out in the night and into your eyes that I smile each morning."

Makeup covered both girls mating marks to keep the human side of their union from questioning such. Beca's father and mother walked her down the aisle because neither of them would stop bothering Beca about how much they wanted to do it, even if Beca hadn't at first intended on walking down the aisle herself. Chloe's father had walked her down the aisle after Beca had made it down, step by step, two by two, followed by their Groomsmen and Bridesmaids. Chloe's father had given her away to Beca, who seemed to take the gesture very seriously, even if the tradition was long since forgotten in the modern day. Beca had to hide her face behind her mane of hair to hide the tears that welled up in her eyes at how beautiful Chloe looked. Dressed in a beautiful short white gown, strapless and gorgeous, eyes as blue as the azure sky.

"I shall be a shield for your back as you are for mine, no shall a grievous word be spoken about us, for our marriage is sacred between us and no stranger shall hear my grievance. Above and beyond this, I will cherish and honor you through this life and into the next." And just like that Chloe Beale and Beca Mitchell, officially became Mrs. and Mrs. Mitchell.

"Neither of you filed for divorce."

"It's complicated."

Silence, again.

Anne sat down on the loveseat next to the couch and her shoulders slouched. Chloe watched as her mother in law took her right hand in both of hers. Anne rubbed a thumb on the top of Chloe's hand and Chloe could feel calming pheromones flowing through the physical connection, "Chloe, I know it's complicated. Nobody blames you, but It's time to come home and if you don't listen to me, listen to your body, to your wolf." Anne motioned to her, "The two of you are sick and the only way you're…" Anne sighed and corrected herself, "The only way Beca will get better is if you come home."

Chloe cleared her throat and pulled her hand from Anne's grip, "I...can't." Her voice was softer, almost vulnerable.

Anne leaned back in her seat, "I tried to let the two of you figure this out on your own, but it's been two years Chloe. You need to come home."

"They don't need me." Chloe countered, "They've been fine without me."

Anne rolled her eyes, "The two of you are clueless." She looked over Chloe in this form. Anyone could see how sick she was from a mile away by the bruises beneath her eyes and paleness of her skin. Her hands had been cold at the touch. Though, even on her spot on the couch across from Chloe, Anne could see the marks that covered Chloe's body. The bite mark on her wrist, the brand of her and Beca's pack on her shoulder, the mating mark that decorated her neck. She could also see how broken Chloe was. How broken both girls had been in two years. How neither of them could see why fate had drawn them together in the first place, "I don't care if I have to drag you back by your tail, you're coming with me."

"Anne, I-"

"No," Anne cut her off, "Go pack a bag. The flight to Los Angeles leaves in three hours and I like to be early to get through security. We can get lunch if we hurry."

Chloe looked over her mother in law, red eyes and all. Once again, she could notice the family resemblance between Anne and her daughter. The long brown locks, the ocean colored human eyes. Even the type of dominance they walked with resembled one another. Chloe could see how Beca had been shaped by each member of her family and how she'd grown up into the woman she was today. Chloe took a moment to think about it. Anne, in part, was right. Neither girl would get better if they stayed apart and Chloe couldn't quite handle being sick forever or thinking that Beca was sick because Chloe didn't go to her. At most, she'd stay a couple of days and catch a returning flight to New York. Long enough for them to heal and return to normal. Just a couple of days. That's all.