AN: first things first I don't own any SOA characters. Only things I own here are Kat and Blizzard. Now I've had this idea for a fic in my head for a long time. Doesn't really take place within any of the seasons as I refuse to let opie die. So read and enjoy.

Last time: Where was my cell phone? Panicked ripped through as i ran for the garage, nothing. I bolted for the front closet looking through the shelved. My vest was gone as well. He robbed me.

I could not believe this, I growled as I paced back and forth in my kitchen. My boots making soft thuds every time I took a step. That phone if he knew how would give him everything about me, my past, all of it. My jacket; well that was another time. That still had my patch on the back.

"Stupid! Stupid!" I kicked the fridge, the bottom of it denting inwards. "Shit now I need to replace that. FUCK!" Soft clicks echoed behind me as Blizzard wandered into the room, his ears low against his head a soft whine in his throat. I slid down against the fridge, head in my hands and he stepped forward again gently nudging my head with his nose. Smart dog, he knew something was wrong. I honestly didn't know what to do, go there. Confront him. My rule, my one and my only rule was to not get close and what the hell was wrong with me. Jumping him like some whore.

"What am I going to do boy." I whispered gently brushing Blizzards fur back, he just watched me through golden eyes. I really only had one choice, face the music. Go there and confront the asshole; I sighed pushing Blizzard back before standing and grabbing my gun off the table. Not like I really had anything to loose, I was already on the run.

It was dark when I left the house, the neighborhood silent as I slowly walked down the street. Lights were on. Two motorcycles in the driveway; wonderful, he called for backup. I hesitated, watching the house. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, but still that vest had sentimental value and I wanted it back. Movement flashed through the windows as I walked up the driveway the door opening before I had a chance a knock. A gun pointing directly at my forehead; only it wasn't Jax. I didn't know who this man he was tall, way taller than me maybe about six' four. Thick beard, cold eyes and long straight sandy blond hair.

"He's been waiting for you." The man grabbed my arm roughly dragging me into the house and throwing me into the living room. There sat Jax, a vest on. Much like my own only his had different logos and saying. The one thing that caught my eye was his VP badge. Fuck. My vest and phone sat beside him on the table, laid out almost as if on display. The man behind me kicked my knee's causing me to drop to the floor with a thud, the gun against the back of my head.

"Now you're going to answer my questions or my friend here is going to shoot you. Understand?" Jax ordered his tone cold, any hint of friendliness now gone. I nodded slowly the gun pushing hard against the back of my skull. My gun was in my boot, the cold metal pushing up against m ankle. It was probably the only thing keeping my level headed at this time, besides this was not the first time I had, had a gun pointed at me.

"Who are you? Your real name this time." Jax questioned, he looked calm as I glanced up. Almost as if this entire thing was planned right down to the last detail. Guess he did catch onto my slip up earlier this morning, goddamn time zone difference was screwing with my head.

"My real name is Kida White. Katarina is the name I'm going by now, I changed it." I replied, trying to keep my tone and voice even. Still I was nervous the man standing behind me hadn't moved, not even the gun had twitched. Jax nodded his head, seeming to believe me this time. He gestured over to the phone. "Care to explain why your phone was in a glass of water?"

Shit, note to self; next time fucking shoot the bloody thing. I sighed looking at Jax, he seemed to just be waiting for me to slip up, something so he could have him friend 'finish' me. "I'm in hiding. What I told you before was not a lie. I'm on the run from my parents. I didn't want them to track me using the GPS on that phone."

Silence filled the room; Jax glanced back and nodded his head. The gun moving away from my head, still pointing at me; I determined by glancing back but no longer at my head. "What the hell is this then?" Jax snarled throwing my vest on the ground in front of me, the patch starring up. A wolf; black with blue eyes a moon behind it. Wolf pack written above it and below it, Northern Ontario. My name had been embroidered onto the front with 'white descendent' just below it.

"That." I stopped swallowing for a moment trying to find the words to explain myself. "My parents run a club to the north. We got the nickname wolf pack because of our dogs. You saw Blizzard; he's a hybrid." I stopped taking a deep breath, I didn't like being a rat nor would I be but they needed to know. "My step father took over when my father was gunned down. He changed things; he was trying to sell me to another club. Make a truce by selling his step daughter. I said no..." Tears were threatening to fall, the memory still very fresh in my head. "I said no and he whipped me. I nearly died. When I was fully healed I ran. I moved as soon as I could."

"You lie!" Jax snarled, shoving up from his seat his own gun coming out for my head. "I didn't see no scars!" He spat. I snarled looking up meeting his glare.

"You weren't exactly looking for them when you fucked me, where you!" I yelled. Movement was behind me as the man came into my line of sight his hands up.

"Jax hold on, let's just look okay." The man said, his eyes glancing down at me. They no longer had that cold stare, compassion and was that belief? Jax sighed looking over at the man, his gun dropping. "Opie...Fine. Look." He mumbled before falling back into my chair.

The man, Opie turned facing me and kneeling down. He gave me an apologetic smile before he slowly moved pulling up the back of my shirt. I didn't need to see his reaction I knew they were there. Opie sighed running a hand down his face, a hand coming to my shoulder. "She's telling the truth Jax. Long white scars." Jax just starred at us for a moment, shock and disgust on his face. He really did not notice them earlier; the shock was enough truth that I needed. He paused looking over at Opie, before back at me.

"I have never heard of this wolf pack club. Is there maybe another name they go by?" He questioned the gun still in his hand but neither of them being pointed at me anymore. I paused thinking, honestly we had only called ourselves the wolf pack or wolves when my father died before that we were...

"Lords of the North." That got both of their attention, so they knew the name my father created but not the Wolf pack? Opie sat down on the sofa behind me as i readjusted myself on the floor. I had a feeling I was going to be here for a very long time.

"I thought the lords were all killed off Jax." Opie asked running a hand through his hair. Jax shrugged his shoulder his eyes flickering from him to me. "So did I Opie. Why didn't you stay?" Jax asked. I couldn't help but gape was it not obvious? If I did stay then i would have been killed, sold off to the highest bidder. When my step dad took over he made sure that no one got out, if you wanted out you died and no one dared oppose his ruling. Till I defied him.

"I know what you're thinking." I began. "I didn't rat out my club and when my step father took over. He changed things. There was no OUT. If you wanted out; you died. No one fought back; my scars are proof of that. He only let me live because his men thought of me as royal blood. The last of the Lords; Northern princess they called me." I spat out the name. I hated it. Made me feel wrong on so many levels. "My brothers are only my half brothers. All fathered by my step dad yet same mother. If I stayed, they were going to sell me to highest bidder to make some kind of deal. From there I honestly didn't know what would happen. So I did the only thing I could; I ran."

"I didn't know there was a club in this town. If I had known then I wouldn't have come here. That's the truth. I thought charming was a small enough town no one would know who I was or think I would come here."

Silence filled the room, a thick dark silence. Opie was the first one to break it as he cleared his throat, his eyes on Jax who was watching me. "Jax we can't tell Clay." I didn't know who Clay was but something from Opie's tone told me that it wasn't good. Jax nodded his head, putting the gun down on the table and running a hand through his beard. "I know Opie."

My shoulders slumped, they believed me. Thank all the gods in the sky and heavens. Still did this mean they were going to allow me to stay in Charming or would they send me off? I guess I was about to find out as Opie cleared his throat.

"What are you thinking Jax; you know I'll follow your lead brother."

Great so this was all on Jax now. He watched me for a few moments, silent. Lost in his own thoughts. What would he do? Jax cleared his throats leaning in. "The men who thought of you as a Royal. If something were to happen would they leave your step dad and rule under someone else?"

Where the hell was he going with this? Sure thought of me as royal blood so to speak but that didn't mean they would outright betray my step dad and come under my rule. Death was the only way out and by running if I did ever go back they would probably kill me. "Honestly Jax, I don't know. My step dad is going to be furious since his deal won't go through but as for the men. I don't know."

Jax leaned back in his chair glancing over at Opie. "You remember when we were younger, the Lords and my dad having that deal?" Deal what a moment stopped looking between the two my father knew about the SOA? Opie nodded his head. "Not much though all I know is something happened and the lords where killed."

Jax nodded his head looking down at me. "That's what I was told as well, I'm thinking perhaps the new leader. Your step father." He pointed me with a glare. "Took over and changed the name so the club would remain hidden. Originally the Lords and Sons were supposed to merge. A patch over. We now have the old leaders daughter if we can take out her step father that gives the Sons access to the north."

Oh shit no...

"So you're suggesting we leave her here till they come looking for her?" Opie asked his eyes going down to me. Jax nodded his head. "If I was a leader and my one key for a deal ran off I would be doing anything to get it back."

Shit, he was right. My step dad would come looking for me or send his lackeys to head out. They would be going from club to club trying to find me. That's why I went so far south though, to stay away and out of their sights. I didn't know if my step dad knew about the Sons; I sure as hell didn't.

"This stays between us Opie, the three of us. Shilo...Kat. You're going to be safe here but you need to STAY here. Do you understand me?"

Opie nodded his head, looking down at his hands and I could only nod in agreement. I got to keep my life out of this deal...for the time being. But still...I was not a hostage in this town.

AN: More to come, i just wanted to get this long confrontation out of the way but there is tons more to come! Thank you fo those of you who ave reviewed glad to know that people are already liking this fic.