Many not remember Honey, but I think she deserves happiness especially after Peter Died (curse Patti for the awfulness that she created!) She can still keep writing forever though! And for all wondering from the phones from the last chapter...all will be answered here!

HONEY/KARA

Good or Bad?

Part 1

Honey

Sitting in home that smells of the one you loved was excruciating to bear, but it brought back the greatest memories that I had of him and I. The times when we just bake cookies for the day and then eat them that night while watching an adventure movie (Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark was his favorite). I hadn't had the energy though to even look at the movies after I'd covered them up when I'd gotten back from Thanksgiving Weekend nor to even do anything with the cookie dough in the freezer, that we'd planned to make that night after getting done with Thanksgiving at Adam's. Laying my head back down into the pillow that Peter had always used, I was done crying, but the scent was still there, still comforting in a way to me.

Ring...Ring...Ring

Now who could it be?! I was trying to have a nice night at home for once. All the other times during the week I'd be in the office doing everything and anything I could do to get my mind off the hanging jacket in the corner along with the tool belt, that had been Peter's. I didn't have the heart to move it, I didn't have the heart to move anything that Peter had placed in our home or at the office.

"Hello?" I asked bluntly as I answered the phone in the kitchen.

"Honey Jorgensen?" I froze, why would he be calling me of all things? It was probably about Mercy anyway how reckless she'd been lately anyway and he wanted me to watch over her or something along those lines.

"This is her, now what trouble did the little coyote find herself on that she needs protecting?" I asked Sam Cornick, unofficial pack doctor of the Columbia Basin Pack.

"Not this time Honey, but I have a favor to ask you. Well more a favor from my Da, and thought you'd be the perfect one to ask. Since it's bound to be a little quiet around the place and being alone is never for the better." I rolled my eyes, it was perfectly fine as it was now, but if it was for the Marrok, then I would do it.

"What is this favor?" I asked. Sam chuckled over the phone for a bit.

"We have a wolf who needs some place to go for a while. So if could have a bed or room made up that would be gladly appreciated. Oh and I'll be over tomorrow with the wolf, and Adam knows already. Thanks Honey, see you tomorrow, bye." And with that there was a click and the line went dead. Slamming the phone back onto the receiver, I sighed. A roommate! Just when I was getting used to the silence to.

Slumping onto the couch, everything felt as though it was happening to fast, the world was closing in and I wasn't ready to push back with everything I had to keep it away from me. I didn't have the motivation to do anything, to fight, push back, I didn't have Peter here to tell me to keep going, and protect him from the world. I only had me, and I could care less about what happened to myself.

I grabbed at my head, shooting pain a headache whatever it was it needed to go away. I needed get a drink! There was liquor in the cabinet, and if I was getting a guest in the morning with noise, I might as well get some alone time now, since I wouldn't have any in the future it seemed. Heading to the liquor cabinet that Peter had locked away, I broke the lock to cabinet above the fridge and grabbed anything and everything. I needed to get away from the memories and the impending headaches that were coming.

Kara

I Kara Beckenworth, a werewolf since I was ten and a female at that was finally leaving the tiny Montana town of Aspen Creek and going to another pack since Bran deemed it safe enough in the Columbia Basin Pack to move me there, and reintroduce me back into the the modern society, that most of the world lived in. I huffed, a lot had to have changed since I was ten.

"So, what's all in the Tri-Cites?" I asked the lovely driver Samuel Cornick, son of the Marrok and brother to Charles Cornick who'd been a mentor since I'd gotten to the Werewolf society.

"Not much, but I think you'll find the people and pack more interesting and more lively than a daytime soap opera." Sam chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

"Nothing can be more interesting and lively than Asil when Sage is around." I pointed out, bringing up Aspen Creek's biggest daytime soap that was starring the ever famous Asil or The Moor, which more people remember him as.

"The Columbia Basin Pack Soap Opera might give that one a run for it's money though. With a Fae Reservation not that far away, a Vampire Seethe that's in the area, a witch that used by all three who calls the Alpha by a pet name, me, and shift-shaping coyote that's the Alpha's mate and seems to cause trouble or attract trouble wherever she is, I'd say there's more to keep track of here, and I didn't even go into the problems inside of the pack, seethe, and reservation." Sam said cheerfully.

I let out a low whistle, "That sure sounds like a lot to keep track of. In Aspen Creek all I had to keep an eye out for was the Life of Asil who really likes Sage and Leah who tries to make herself the star of everything when Asil clearly steals the show from her and the rest of pack, even Bran." This time Sam let out a low whistle.

"Yeah, that does sound like some show, but everything is so much more complicated here. Speaking of here though, we're here." He said, pulling off to the side of the road and in front of a two-story house that looked well taken care of. With white siding, a front porch with a hanging porch swing and some chairs, along with some flower boxes, the place looked downright middle-class the meager belongings that Sage, Anna and I had gotten from general store in town, I felt out of place with the torn and dirty duffel bag, with my ripped jeans and plastered limp and lifeless brown hair. This place seemed so perfect, but I was anything but that and I didn't want to taint it.

"Hurry up Kara, or else you'll be left outside." Sam yelled down from the porch knocking on the door as he did so. Sighing, there was no turning back now. I was here in the Tri-Cities, and there was no way back to Aspen Creek unless I ran and that would take forever.

Trudging up the stairs and onto the porch I stood behind Sam a little bit as footsteps came towards the door, light but yet they seemed to more like shuffling. Hearing the click of the lock, I looked up from the torn muddied sneakers on my feet and was met with what had to be the prettiest woman I'd ever seen outside of a magazine (we all know there somehow photo shopped anyway). She didn't smell pretty though, she reeked of alcohol and the old t-shirt she was wearing was grungy and had oil spills on it. Otherwise she was gorgeous, her golden brown hair falling around her face perfectly, and though she didn't seem to have any makeup on, she wouldn't have needed any anyway, she was just a pretty person.

"Hey Honey." Sam said, still ever in a cheerful mood.

"Hey Sam," she said looking around Sam and straight at me, a frown instantly gracing her face. "I take it, that your the wolf I'm supposed to take care of?" She said, her face and voice devoid of all emotion.

"Yep," I said, "Kara Beckenworth, nice to meet you." I said as best I could before dropping my eyes to the ground. I might have survived an attack when I was ten, but I let be to stubbornness, when it came to dominance though, I wasn't anywhere near where Sam was, and I definitely wasn't anywhere near where this wolf was. She was dominant, more dominant than even Tag and I'd seen him take on some of the old wolves who'd created some trouble.

"Thanks Honey, I gotta get going. My shift at the hospital starts in a few hours and I kinda want to get some sleep before then." Sam said, then left waving as her got into his car and drove away from curb. Shifting my eyes to follow the car as it turned out of sight around the curb, I felt utterly alone. From the vibes I was already getting from this wolf I knew I wasn't welcomed and my last hope of escape had just left.

"So, are you gonna come in or are you just going to stand there like an idiot?" The lady Honey, said leaning against the door frame then slipping back into the house. I sighed, then followed, closing the door behind me, hoping against all odds that I'd be alive by the next day.

First part finished! Yay! This was surprisingly easy for me to write, and I think I like these two together, it's actually something plausible that might happen.

I don't think I hit Honey right on the head though...Gah, this feels like Mary-Jo all over again!

So...

What do you think about this unconventional pair?