A/N: I've been working on this one for a while, it's kinda one of my pets, and relaxers, so it might take a while before each update, but I will try to keep up on this one. Please, Enjoy, Leave me so reviews on what you think, and how you think it is!

Summary: After Charles mother died, Bran's wolf decided that he needed a mate. That is how he mated with Leah. But what happens when Bran's wolf finds another wolf, a wolf that Mercy finds in the lone of the night? Does Bran stand a chance against the wolves urge to mate her, and will Leah let someone take her place?

Chapter One-Abandoned

She ran. That was all she could do in this situation was run. She didn't have the energy to fight off the rest of the wolves following in behind her, and she didn't have any type of modern technology to get herself to a safe place. So she ran.

She began panting heavily as she reached the Oregon state line, pushing herself harder, quicker, stronger. The wolves behind her howled, startling her. She felt her wolf urge to call back, to be set free, but she ignored it, knowing that both her and her inner wolf would be dead if she stayed.

400 Feet... She began to see spots in front of her, panting getting heavier as she ran...300 Feet... The wolves got closer, and she pushed herself harder. She had to get out of California...200 Feet...She began to sway, only to push herself harder. Once she got over that border, she could get to a phone, or another pack, but she had to get away from this one... 100 Feet... almost there... 50...Oh god freedom...25... Have to get to safety... 10... so close.. 5... Oregon, here I come. She jumped over the border, and watched as the other wolves stopped growling at her, as she turned and began to run at a slower pace. Now all she had to do was make it to washington, no problem, right?

MERCY stood in her office, staring at the paperwork in front of her. Gabriel had called in sick for the first time ever, and there was stuff that needed to be done. She didn't want to do it though, and the cars can't get done without some of the paperwork in here. She sighed, picking up one pile of the mess she had created earlier looking for something. Gabriel was going to kill her.

She heard the door open to the garage, and frowned. She had the closed sign up, so no one should be entering. She got up, picking up her 9mm that she now carried with her everywhere, and crept in to the front of the shop, to hear panting, and whimpering. She came around the curve of the door, to see a golden brown wolf, laying on the floor. It's eyes were closed, and it whimpered several times, before panting heavily. It was thin, abnormally thin, but huge. Mercy took a deep breath taking in the scent of an unknown werewolf, a female wolf on that.

"Hey!" She called out, getting the wolf to look at her, as she lowered the gun, and pulled out her cell phone. "Can you change?" The wolf shook her head, as Mercy nodded, cell phone ringing in her ear.

"Miss me already?" The voice of Adam Hauptman said laughingly, as Mercy shook her head.

"I've got a strange wolf in my garage that sorta looks like death, can you get your ass here?" Mercy asked, as she reached over and felt the wolves ribs.

" I'm on my way," He stated, hanging up. She looked down and dialed another number putting the phone up to her ear.

"Mercy," Samuel stated, as Mercy snorted.

"Get your ass down to my shop, now," She stated, hanging up the phone. She looked down at the wolf in question, and noticed that she was still panting. Mercy frowned, as the wolf closed her eyes, and continued to pant. She sat on the stool, and waited, not moving until she heard Sam's car pull up, and the door shut. She met him at the door, as he almost tripped over the wolf in front of them.

"Who is this?" Sam asked, as Mercy motioned at the wolf.

"No idea," Mercy shrugged, as Sam began to look over the wolf. He poked and prodded the wolf, earning him a growl when he hit a particularly bruised area.

"Does Adam know?" Sam asked, as another door shut. Mercy snorted, as Adam entered the building and frowned.

"It's female," He stated, as Mercy rolled her eyes.

"No, It's bigfoot. I just thought you might want to see it before the last one dies out!" She said sarcastically, as Adam glared at her for a moment.

"She's exhausted, she's running on no energy, and she's hungry, though she seems to be handling her hunger pretty well. She wont be able to change back until she eats though." Mercy nodded, pointing to the cooler in the corner. Adam and Sam raised and eyebrow, as Mercy shrugged.

"A joke from Warren, and Kyle. They thought I'd need one from all the wolves I store in here." She went over snatching a couple raw steaks out, and tossed them at the wolf, who sniffed them, and then lightly bit in to them.

"Well, once she changes, we're going to have to send her back to her pack," Adam sighed, as the wolf jumped and began growling fiercly. Adam met her eyes, as she growled, teeth baring all, and eyes focused in on his.

"Stand down," Sam said quietly, though the command could be heard. She growled again, at him, as she began to lay down.

"So, just saying, I dont think her pack is a good idea, until we know why she ran," Mercy stated, tossing another steak that the wolf devoured.

"Rules state-" He stopped as the wolf began to change. Slowly, the watched as she changed, not touching her for the pain that would come from it. When she finished, she sat on the floor, covered in sweat, eyes an icy blue, and panting still.

"Bran, I need Bran," She stated, as she sat there. Her hair was a long, and black, not matching the icy blue eyes she had. She was tan, too light to be Native, but too dark to be white. Several scars littered her stomach, legs, and arms, a pale white compared to the darker tone of her skin.

"I'm Samuel, I'm Bran's son, What happened?" He asked, calmly, reaching for her, only for her to jerk away, and wrap her arms around her legs.

" Southern California Pack, is what. I need Asylum, call Bran." She stated, as Mercy, Sam, and Adam looked at each other, " Look, I'm not trying to kill him. I'm not a spy for someone to kill him. I don't have the energy. I used up the last bit changing, and would have gotten stuck if you hadn't fed me. Now, if you don't call Bran, and try to send me back to that damned pack, then you might as well kill me, because they will." Mercy nodded, as she picked up her cell phone. It rang. Mercy snorted, as she shook her head.

"Damn, Bran," Adam mumbled as Mercy opened the phone.

"Bran-"

"What's her name?" Bran stated calmly, as Mercy snorted and looked at the woman in question.

"Caelie. Caelie Jones, from the Southern California Pack," She stated, knowing that Bran could hear her. Damn wolf ears.

"The Rebel, hm, earned yourself a damned reputation, and more problems than needed. Why should I give you asylum?" She began to cry.

"I have information that they were trying to keep from you. Information that involved both sons, Mercy, and their mates. A way to try to make you step down." Bran went quiet, as they waited on a response.

"Sam will drive you up here tonight. From there I will determine whether or not you are worthy of Asylum." Caelie blinked, tears still lightly falling down her face.

"Sam, get her in the car, I want her here tonight," Bran stated, as Sam began to help her to her feet. Sam and Caelie never heard the rest of the conversation, as they were on there way to her safety, and hopefully her new home.

THEY arrived in Aspen Creek sometime after midnight. It wouldn't have taken as long, if Sam hadn't stopped to get them food so many times, or so she thought. She never realized that Sam could tell she hadn't eaten in a while. Her ribs stuck out, her arm bones could be seen, and her legs were just too thin. She looked like something they show on a holocaust remembrance video, and those were the ones that don't survive. Sam pulled up in front of the house, shutting the car off, and opening the door, even though she had attempted to do it herself.

"I'm a grown woman," She stated, as he helped her out of the car, and up to the door. She put her fist up to knock, only for the door to open, and reveal another woman. A sneer covered her face, as she looked Caelie up and down, ignoring Sam for the moment.

"Bran's sleeping," She snapped out, as Caelie sighed.

"Can you wake him up? He wanted to meet us," Caelie asked softly, as the woman laughed.

"I know what your seeking, and he's not going to give it to you. Your too weak, and especially in the state that your in? You won't make it a week in this pack. All he's going to do is take the information from you, and send you back-" "LEAH!" Bran snapped, as he walked in to what Caelie assumed was the living room. Sam stood still, waiting until Leah had wandered off, before helping Caelie in to the house.

Bran took a seat in the living room in front of the fire place, poking at the fire to ensure that it kept going, as Sam and Caelie got settled. Sam sat on the couch in front of Bran, as Caelie got on the floor, on her knees, and rested on the back of her feet. Sam and Bran frowned, but said nothing, as she looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry for bothering you this late at night, but this important, sir. All of the Californian packs, and some of the Nevada packs are gathering forces." She paused, giving it a moment to digest. "They want to kidnap the mates of your sons, and Mercy herself, and ransom you. Get you to step down in that manner, if they can't they plan on using your lack of ability to protect them as anchorage to start a revolt." Bran nodded, as Sam frowned.

"How do you know this? Why should we trust you?" Sam asked softly, as Caelie nodded.

"I've been in the cage for the past two years, the alpha's room is almost directly above the cage, though I dont think he realizes it yet. I could hear all of the conversations between him and the men, all of them reffering to you, Bran, and your family. I couldn't get out until now, otherwise you would have known sooner." Bran once again nodded, as Sam leaned back in to the sofa.

"Why do you need asylum?" Bran asked, as Caelie looked up, meeting his eyes, not in difance.

"I've been called the rebel since I can remember. I'm not old, not as old as you, but long enough to remember when you were with Charles' mother. When I first become the rebel for different ways of thinking, I thought that nothing could break me. I was the rebel, I'll always bounce back." She paused, looking at the ground. "Thats not true. I haven't bounced back from what they've done to me. I'm hoping that you would be able to help me, if not, kill me. I would like my pride intact when I go." Bran nodded, as she lowered her eyes once more, and his met Sam's.

"Your welcome in my home, Caelie, and to run with our pack until further notice. You have nothing to fear from us, or our pack, and after proving your loyalty would be allowed to join. You know the consequences shall you screw up. You can stay in our spare bedroom until further notice. I don't want you in the motel, and I would think your tired of cages." Caelie nodded, as she stood up, and walked to the back of the house, "Third door on the right, Caelie." A nod could be seen, as she walked back there. They waited until they heard the door shut, before Bran looked at Sam.

"She's not how I remember her." Sam stated quietly, as Bran nodded. " I barely recognized her when I saw her, she is so thin, and her personality..." Bran nodded, looking at the area she sat at.

"They broke her wolf," Bran said quietly, as Sam's eyes narrowed.

"Is that even possible? Even with her being female, I would argue that she's about as dominant as they come, and to make her submissive? That would take time, and effort." Bran nodded.

"I listened out for news on the rebel. She was always up to something, and I hadn't heard anything from her, or the supposed pack she was with for over ten years. Her wolf had finally mated her, and everyone assumed that she had become docile. I'm beginning to wonder though, if she was willingly submissive, or if that quiet time was actually them breaking her." Sam shook his head.

"Da, Charles doesn't know she's here. You remember how overprotective he was of her while she was here. She reminds him of his mother, and she used to feed the fire sending him presents and stuff." Bran snorted.

"She came to this pack three times in person, and everyone remembers her perfectly, she was that much of an enigma," Bran laughed, as he glanced at his bedroom door.

"How's Leah going to take Caelie being in the house?" Bran shrugged.

"She'll deal, like always," Sam snorted.

"She's going to kill her in her sleep, thats what. Be afraid, be very afraid." Bran raised an eyebrow.

"Who, Leah or Caelie?" Bran asked, as Sam shook his head.

"My bets are on Caelie winning. Though, if your not careful, you really will have a fight for dominancy from the two of them." Bran nodded, looking at his bedroom.

"I think I would like to see that."