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Claire was devastated. All three men were looking at her with confusion and expecting her to calm down. When Nicholas put his hands on hers she first wanted to jerk away, but honestly she felt so crushed that she just sat there, stunned. It shouldn’t have surprised her he wasn’t siding with her; afterall, he didn’t actually love her, Claire was sure of it. A great show to look good in front of the community, who would say no to that?

“And I do not intend to marry you for your money, Ms. Abbott. I have enough to spend on whatever both you and I want.”

“I know that,” she muttered, hand tightening into a fist beneath his, “I just thought it might be nice to not waste it. Or perhaps take a trip together instead, out of country.” Right, like that was her goal.

Then Nick went on about some nonsense of being terrified, and the idea that others would not only whisper harsh words behind their backs, but say it right to their faces. She only nodded, knowing the fight was over just as soon as it had started. Arguing further would only make things look suspicious and she would get nowhere with these men. At some point one had to keep what little dignity was left and accept the loss.

“Nicholas is right. It’s a bit frightening to be in the public eye like that, especially after my mistakes. But that is fine. If you insist on being wed at Westminster then I would like to hire someone to plan everything, I need no say in it.” she said in a monotone voice, slipping her hands into her lap so the two weren’t touching anymore. The duke’s expression softened, like for the first time he was feeling sorry for her instead of accusing. The young woman cleared her throat, looking down at her plate as she spoke a final request to her father. “May I be excused? I’d like to visit the stables. Besides, I don’t need dessert. Watching my figure for that wedding dress, you know,” she added with a smirk, finally making eye contact with him.

“No you may not. We have delightful company over and it would be a shame to miss that. We have a lot more to discuss,” he added with a grin, trying to lighten the mood…and praying Claire would let this go instead of throwing a tantrum.

He lucked out. Claire only nodded, looking at one of the servants and gesturing for dessert to be brought out. “Of course. So,” she said, looking at Nick with a defeated look in her eyes. “Where will we be living? I’m afraid I don’t know where your estate is located. Will we stay there, or find another place of our own?”
We have a lot of nakedness going on lol I'm going to have to make up some excuse for their being some at least women's clothes inside, if not men's. Maybe Vera stays there when her family pisses her off or something.
Vera groaned, shoving the keys into her bag and rushing to stand in Jaii’s way. “Stop. What the hell are you talking about, you causing pain? Jaii, look behind you.” She turned him around, making him look at the girls coming out of the car. When Kiara gave him the cloak she thanked her, her tense shoulders relaxing. “Thanks…I ah, didn’t catch your name. You either,” she said, a bit embarrassed as she looked at Kennedy. “I’m Vera. You two are…?”

If they two introduced themselves she would smile and nod before turning her attention back to Jaii. He needed her right now, and he needed to be healed. “Look at all these people that followed you, that are looking at you to be a leader.” She sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder so he would look at her again. “I don’t know what’s happening here, and I don’t know what everyone wants, but one thing I know- you’re not a lone wolf. Jaii, you have what it takes to be an alpha. This…this could be the start of your own pack.” Vera shook her head with a shrug of her shoulders, her hand sliding down to take his hand. “But we can’t even talk about it until you heal these wounds. So stop sulking, get inside and lay down! You- you don’t get to be alone, they need you!” Seeing him like this was killing her, and though she would never admit it Vera was close to begging.
When he was forced to switch seats, it took everything in Claire to suppress a wide grin. Her father was right, of course, she wasn’t normally like this, but it had been well worth it to push his buttons.

The conversation was pleasant enough, though dull. She would have much rather stated her opinion the economy, the war, and the country’s strengths…and weaknesses. Everyone thought England was so important and unbeatable. Well, how did that saying go? The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and she was working to help that happen. Of course letting anyone know she even knew what was going on in the war would be unwise, much less telling them what she had learned to believe over the past year and a half.

“I have informed my son, Lord Abbott, about our plan to have them wed as soon as possible.”

Claire’s gaze snapped up, her hand pausing halfway to her plate. It was her turn to be quiet. Nick agreed, just as he had yesterday, but all of it reminded her even more that this wasn’t his idea. The sooner the better, though, that sounded great. Claire opened her mouth to speak when Mr. Rochford informed them of the location.

“And the venue shall be at Westminster.”

The young woman’s eyes went wide; she didn’t bother hiding her emotions like Nicholas did. The queen and probably everyone she would ever need to get close to for information would be present. Even with the best disguise there was no way she would ever be a good informant. And when she was of no use to them anymore…that was when her life would be in danger.

“Father, no.” Claire swallowed hard, immediately standing up after his insistence. I understand why you’re doing this, but it’s not me. You know that,” she argued, her words becoming a plea. It’s just a wedding, it doesn’t need-“

“Just a wedding? Just a vow you will keep for the rest of your life? Don’t tell me that isn’t important to you,” the duke challenged, doing his best to keep his tone calmed. “Sit down, Claire. I don’t understand where this is coming from. The dress, the flowers…you get to pick all that out.” The statement angered her, as if as a woman that should make her gleeful and solve all her problems. “Just leave the guest list to us.” When she shook her head, about to speak again, his voice rose. “Claire Elizabeth, please do not make me remind you why this is so important.” His face was turning red, and Claire knew she would get nowhere speaking to him.

Nicholas was the one who had the real power here. She turned to him, still on her feet. “Nick,” she begged, reaching out to put her hand but an inch from his own. “Nick, please. I just want something small. Intimate. We can spend the money on whatever else you want.“ In her eyes was a hope that he would help, and with it a silent promise she wouldn’t make things difficult, would go along with whatever he wanted if he gave her this. “You can invite a few people, just don’t make it a crowd. We could have it at the church, or even here! It would still be nice. Please…”
Oh I meant to mention she actually waited for Kiara to get into the car. My bad. Uhh you can do what u want with that, ahe got or she didn't :p
I think I'm going to bring in my new male character kind of soon. I hope nobody minds ;)

Oh and no worries on not posting. Obviously I think everyone has been busy like was said before.

And grandpa akela? Can't I at least be grandma? lol!
Harper wrinkled her nose at RJ, fidgeting with the can in her hands before putting it in the trolley. "We won't run into any bears. I mean we better not! That sort of thing only happens in the movies." The girl went back to the sleeping bags, deciding on one and putting it into the pile along with some matches and a flashlight. "All right, I'm ready to go shopping for a bather. Any opportunity to get a new one is great with me," she grinned, looking at the boys. "You need some trunks, or are you guys going to keep shopping here?"
Patience wasn’t Claire’s strongest quality. She could go outside with the horses or go out, so she did her best to distract herself with reading and planning for the next few weeks. Buying some outfits to help he dress down out help stand out less, along with a few new hats. Thinking about all this, however, couldn’t drown out the muffled voices of her future husband and their fathers downstairs. She kept wondering if they were talking about her yet, or if Nicholas was simply talking himself up so he would win her father over even more. It wouldn’t take much, but it seemed like something he would do.

Finally someone was sent upstairs for her. The woman asked Claire once more if she would like to put on something nicer, appropriate for the meeting, but she didn’t answer. Her dress was nice enough that her father couldn’t complain in front of anyone, but she wanted a message sent to Nicholas- she was not so smitten with him that he deserved an effort from her to impress.

Claire came down the stairs with a polite smile, her eyes immediately going to Nicholas’ father, then her own. She didn’t want to look at him, not unless she had to. Just being in the same room with him again was making her angry, reminding her how he acted their first night together. This wasn’t real, and she was going to find proof eventually. Just because she was agreeing to the marriage for her own reasons didn’t mean she’d settle for his lies.

Because they were, in fact, lies. They had to be, right? Claire pursed her lips, nodding to the gentlemen. “Hello Mr. Rochford. Nicholas. I’m so glad you could join us for lunch! I do hope you liked baked salmon, I wasn’t sure what to request for the meal,” she said, greeting them both with a curtsey. The duke gestured for them to sit, the two “lovebirds” together of course. Except Nicholas was where she usually sat. “Do you-“

Now she had to look at him. She should have just let it go, it wouldn’t have been a big ordeal. Claire mentally scolded herself, wishing she could back out. “I’m sorry, do you mind if I sit in that chair and you here?” Now she sounded like a high born brat. Claire sighed, looking up at him with embarrassment “It’s not what you think. I’m left handed, and if we can avoid bumping elbows all night I’d appreciate it,” she added with a weak laugh, looking down. Who was going to bring up this marriage first? Perhaps her doing it would give her the chance to request a quick, small, extremely short ceremony.
Rick stared at Sam with all the hatred he could muster. After a moment he looked around, wondering and actually afraid others would leave. “We’ve lost our alpha and you take this moment to act like you’re too good to stay around? Go on, leave. You’re just a dog with no home now. Our family is safe here, and will be safer without Jaii here to cause fights. We have a place to live, and more allies than you’ll ever have. We don’t need you as an enforcer, Sam.” Hopefully reminding others of the physical securities in the Claymore pack would help them stay. It was all he had at this point.

*****

The car halted to a stop as Vera slammed on the brakes, Jaii speaking to yet more people she didn’t know. “I thought Sam was staying behind to pick up anyone else, “she commented, turning around to face the others. The SUV was getting full. Hopefully nobody was leaving a car behind, because having more than one would be wise.

“A- a bone? No,” she said sternly, though Vera cracked a smile. This certainly was an odd group of shifters, she’d give them that. “Sam can take care of anything else or any other people that want to leave. We ready?” the female asked, looking back once more before the back wheels spun in her effort to leave quickly.

The drive felt long. Vera kept the window down, and eventually had someone text Sam the address. “If you want to listen to music or something, you’re welcome to it,” she told Rhea, not caring about the radio herself. All Vera wanted was time to think. She’d come to their pack to merge into their own, and now she was driving a small part of the pack, including the alpha’s son and their pack healer, away to untouched territory. She was still attached to her own pack, but how long would that stick? They may want to become a part of her family, but Vera would warn them against it. Her father didn’t seem much better than Jaii’s.

Eventually the pavement and city turned to fields and small houses, and finally a single, one way dirt road. It went past a white fence that once probably kept horses off the road. Anxiety filled Vera as they pulled up into a wide, open yard that had acres of land in every direction, a white house with blue shutters, a huge porch and a screen door in front of them. It had the main floor, an upstairs, and a concrete basement that was mainly used for storage back in the day. A few oak trees were planted on either side, but the flower bed around the house obviously needed tending. Dried leaves and dust would be everywhere, they would come to find out.

Vera parked at the side of the house, quickly shutting the engine off and jumping out. “Like I said, there will be furniture in here but it needs cleaning. The entire place does.” Even as she spoke, she noticed a broken window on the second floor. “Jaii, how are you holding up? Rhea, I’m sure there’s a couch right inside that you can lay him on.”

Inside the house would be a large foyer with an antique light fixture above. To the right was a large dining area and an old style kitchen. To the left was a large, roomy living room, the only thing missing being a television. If one walked straight they would find another doorway into the kitchen and a room that was probably for laundry and more food storage beneath the stairs Further down the hallway was a study, bathroom, and a couple bedrooms.

The beautiful wooden staircase that was just a few feet away from the front door they would call come in led up to more living space, including the a master bedroom, more spacious rooms, full bathrooms, and a library or playroom.
writing a post now! btw I'm 23, so does that make me the old person here...boo :(
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