A/N: Hey! So here is chapter 4, from Mora's POV. PLEASE FOLLOW AND REVIEW! PLEASE! xoxo gbrowne

Chapter 4:

Morana

Echo was gone and I was alone. Alone. The word scared me. I was seeing the world in muted colors. The walls were too white and the floorboards weren't dark enough. Red was splotched where it shouldn't be and the world seemed to be spinning in a way that was unnatural. Everything was wrong.
Someone bent down in front of my seat on the couch like they were talking to a spooked animal who would attack on impact. I didn't feel spooked, I felt trapped and angry like I was some sort of prisoner in this house.

I backed away, my back hit one of the couch's pillows that were stacked like dominoes. "Let me out," I hissed through clenched teeth, "let my sister come back." The boy shimmered in front of me like a reflection in water that someone had thrown a stone in. Dark hair and darker eyes with tanned skin that seemed to be bronze in this light. In my head his reflection twisted and his eyes grew red and he was taking away what was mine. Everyone was taking away what was mine.

He smiled at me, his red eyes tinted and shook back to dark then to red again, "We just want to help you Morana, that is your name at least that's what your sister E-"

I clutched my hands over my ears, "Don't say her name, don't you dare. Just let me go and I'll find her. You can come with me, you'll track her in the car. The green one with my favorite mixed CD that I always play. That will help won't it, I bet you could hear it from a while away." Air stretched my lungs painfully, I was saying nonsense, venting-the way I did when I didn't know how to handle myself.

"We aren't going to look for her," his voice was soft like he was just trying to get me to calm down, "because she has errands to run and we're going to take care of you. Everything will be fine, you can make friends here, and you can join the family."

I widened my eyes fearfully, they were going to try to get me to forget Echo, "No," I whispered, "I don't want your friends or your family. I want my family back and since they're dead, I want my sister. I just want my sister."

"She isn't equipped to help you anymore, but we are. We can take care of you and you can stay with one of us. You see, your sister, she isn't like you and she could hurt you badly," Theo said quickly, he was afraid of how the words will affect me.

I breathed in, "You don't know my sister, she's just," I grouped for a word the way someone might grope for a light switch in the dark, "different." His grey eyes widened like he was surprised and I realized he was the one who was trying to flirt with Echo at the bonfire. She had ignored him, not noticing him at all - she did have a terrible case of tunnel vision after all.

"The good different," I affirmed, my nails digging into the sofa. Theo stood up and brushed off his jeans like they had actually collected dirt while he had kneeled. He looked at me and his eyes didn't soften the way they did when they looked at Echo. They looked sharp and dangerous like knives. Echo would break his heart into pieces, I realized faintly. She wasn't mean on purpose, but she always seemed to have a reputation as a heart breaker.
Theo smiled, "Why don't you just rest for now and we can talk when you're in a different mind set."

I didn't know why, but red hot anger boiled through me like he had taken a match and set flames to my gold hair. I felt uncontrollable and furious, the way I imagined fire felt when it was eating away forests. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man in the wheel chair edge back behind the counter like I was some sort of deadly snake.

I shook, my hands clenched into fists, but they still shook as if I was standing in the snow in only a nightshirt. My mind was battling over it's self, did I tear him apart or did I relax? Relax, my mind insisted, it'll be better for everyone. My joints started to unwind as the pressure was dropped off my bones, my mind had made the decision without asking me first.

Theo grinned, "Echo would be proud." I growled and it ripped through me faster than I imagined it ever could. Angry and quick, my bones smashed and I dropped to the ground like I was having a seizure. Except I didn't flap, I shook and the change rippled through me. Claws where my fingernails should have been, my legs shifting - growing into something else. A wolf.

I groaned and wined, I felt terrible and amazing at the same time. Everything was different through these eyes, colors were beautiful. Hushed blues and electric reds danced across the frame, beautiful beams of light that I have never seen before.

As a wolf, I bristled, the hair along the center of my spine rising. Theo was much too close to me and I wanted to be angry at him, but I couldn't anymore. I was too tired and everything was too much. He pointed at the door like I was a dog and I was going to obey him, as if.

He sighed and sat on the couch, "You'll calm down eventually and then we can talk about the pack and everything. There are clothes in the shed outside for the newbies like you who just can't keep calm." My wolf growled, we hated being called pathetic and untrained. Except we stole a look at the shed and warm clothing and trotted out anyway. I stumbled on the cement steps, of course as in real life I was clumsy. At least the screen door was open, my brain quipped, we didn't have to figure out a way to open it.

The shed didn't deserve to be called a shed, really, it was just metal nailed on beams of wood that looked rotted to the black. I scooted in and laid down in wolf form, I was tired and alone and hurt. Echo didn't have to leave to go out for vengeance against him. My body shuddered on the floor, she was going to hurt him. Kill him even. Pain rifled through me, but it wasn't from the passing change - it was the mental pain of losing him. Mora, I chastised myself, you barley know him, you don't even know his name. He could be an axe murderer for all you know. I couldn't remember his name or his face, just those beautiful eyes.

It was sunlight captured by dark lashes and set back on a face that was fuzzy now, faraway. Echo had described the wolf that had changed her as merciless and evil, the eyes had mirrored the wolf and had been like razors and dull. Then it couldn't have been him, I reasoned, anyone, but him. Not those beautiful eyes.

Cold air rushed over me as my eyes flickered open to the ceiling of the shed. I had changed back and was lying in the ice cold dirt. And I was naked. Again. Carefully I stood and sorted through the black duffel bag that was lying unzipped in the center of the dirt square.

Shirt, shirt, dirty shirt, flannel, and sweats were all folded up neatly and stacked by color except everything was in men's sizes. "Sexists," I mumbled to myself as I selected the flannel and the sweats. Of course no bras were available so I took a thin shirt and ripped it open on the side. I managed to rip off the top part and tie it around my chest tight so that I wouldn't be royally embarrassed. Deftly I buttoned on the red flannel and pulled on the large drawstring sweats, tightening in the waist.

I went to open the shed, but it was locked. My temper flared, no way.

"Hello?" I shouted banging on the metal so hard I was leaving a dent, "I'm in here! Hello? Open up now, this isn't a joke. I'm not laughing," my voice was loud and pitching the way it did when I was nervous. I didn't know these people and now they were locking me in a shed, what a great way to earn my trust. I heard someone outside adjusting how they were leaning against the shed door to keep it shut. Heavy feet on ice, it was a man.

"Just let me out," I tried to reason with him.

I heard a cough, "I can't let you out, sorry. It was Alfa's orders and no one disobeys her whether they like it or not. Your stuck in there until she comes and says that your calmed down and ready to go."

I clenched my teeth tightly in my skull, I felt weak and helpless. Alone. That stupid word haunted me. Echo would have found a way out, maybe screamed and threatened until he relented or kicked down the structure. My knees kicked out under me and I curled up tightly in a ball. Everything was ice and cold, like they were trying to freeze off my very heart.

I sniffled, I hated crying, but I wasn't crying because I was upset, no. Now I was crying because I was angry and frustrated with everything. Everyone. My arms wound around my legs and I put my chin on my knee, the way I did when I played hide and go seek and hid under the sink.

"At least," I shivered, "at least tell me who the Alfa is." I had heard the words a couple times before, it meant leader or at least that's what I thought. My brain was sluggish and slow like someone had poured taffy into the gears.

I could practically see him shrug, "Leah," he said shifting his position again on the metal, "Leah Clearwater. Now be quiet and wait." Be quiet and wait. I was being told to be quiet like some little kid. Tears spilled and I buried my face in my knees, the rough fabric of the sweatpants scraping my face. My last thoughts before sleep coddled me was that I missed my sister. I just wanted my sister.

"Mora?" The voice was harsh like nails on a chalkboard, "Morana! What in Sam Heck are you doing in there?" The red tint of the babysitters hair was orange in the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.

My small feet kicked the cupboards that were below the counter, "Dreaming," I shrugged.

She stalked over and grabbed my arm, but being the stupid seven year old I was I yanked my arm back. "Please come back to your room to go back to sleep Morana," she pronounced thickly like she was chewing on cotton.

"No thanks," I had hopped down from the counter and now stood with my arms across my chest protectively. "I don't want to sleep."

"Well," her voice was snotty and high, "I don't care. I just want you to get back in bed and to go to sleep. Now." Truth was, I really hated her and just wanted to annoy her while mom and dad were on their date.
Her blue eyes challenged me wickedly, daring me to protest her. I hated it when people go under my skin, it made me want to scream. So I did. It was great screaming, especially from a little kid. One of my best, if I say so myself. I wailed and wailed like she was chopping off my toes one by one. The neighbors called the cops on her and I remember sitting on the steps of our staircase as she talked to the officers.

"But-but, she was just screaming at the top of her lungs! It was outrageous and I couldn't get her to just shut the hell up," the babysitter explained frantically. The cop had narrowed his eyes at 'shut the hell up.'

The cop leaned around her and winked at me, "She doesn't look like a screamer, I'm sorry Miss Darcy. That is your last name correct?"

The flustered babysitter waved her arms, "Yes, but you see she's a demon and really should be taken away to juvenile hall. That's where her kind belongs." The cop looked around at the nearly furnished home with polished floorboards and perfect maroon paint.

"Isn't that a bit extreme Miss Darcy?" He asked tapping his pen on his temple in thought, "But you see, there is no child abduction or murder so I shall be on my way. There are people who need you more than me." He tipped his hat at her, "Good evening Miss Darcy," he leaned over and smiled at me, "Good night Miss Morana, best be getting some rest now?"

I nodded and smiled. Echo stood at the top of the stairs with the same glint of malice in her eyes except it was layered with curiosity and fury, "What happened?" When I didn't answer She tugged on my braid, "Mora! Morrie!"

Dark sunlight streamed through the cracks in the metal shed. I was cold and feeling in extremes. The ground was too cold, the shirt was too itchy. Nausea overwhelmed me and I groaned, everything hurt.

"Echo?" I whispered hoarsely, "Where the hell are you?" No one answered, but I didn't expect them to.