Title: Full Moon Risen

Rating: T

Date: June 14, 2006

A/N: Ok, I'm sure you all hate me but I'm on my knees now (honestly) begging your forgiveness. It's been. . .4 months to the day actually that I updated because the story got away with me. I had no clue what I was doing. Now, I kind of do so I'm going to post this and maybe you'll want to read it and maybe you just might feel like. . .reviewing? I thought you might like some new characters. . .


The sun was rising over a faint city landscape as Ada opened her eyes, slowly, adjusting to the new light. She was in Liam's arms again, and his pace was unusually steady so as not to wake her.

"Where are we?" she asked, and he looked down and gave her a slight smile that made the light spread all the way up to his eyes and reside there.

"My old home." he replied, stopping for just long enough to steady her on her feet and take her hand before continuing on. "I came here when I was a teenager, after I had my first transformation. They. . .they understand here, Ada." A small shock of excitement ran through her.

"They're all like us?" she asked, trying to mask the eagerness in her voice, afraid that he might find her childish.

"A lot of them, love. Some of them are merely sympathizers and other have different problems." She could hear the nostalgia thick in his voice and it pleased her.

"Like what?" She felt his grasp on her hand grow tighter as he spoke more enthusiastically.

"Anything you can think of! All of these innocent people who have been labeled outcasts and dangerous and any number of other things have come here for peace." he said this all quickly, another brief smile gracing his face as the last word passed his lips, the light still in his eyes like quiet embers. "Reformed criminals, accused witches and vampires, scholars that they've claimed are mad but who are brilliant in their own rights. . .it's an interesting place to sat the least, but it's beautiful. I know that you'll like it."

"No one stares at you when you pass by?" she asked, her breath a little quicker at his descriptions.

"Not a passing glance." he retorted playfully, making her laugh, a small noise that made her heart feel stronger than it had in days. They reached the gates by the time the sun was high and entered, Ada trembling with anticipation, Liam with remembrance. He led her up to a doorway close by, covered with a small canopy, and knocked sharply.

"What d'you want?" a soft, groggy voice asked, not quite coherently.

"Still sleeping into the late morning, I see, Mari." Liam said pleasantly. There was a long pause before the door was slung open and a small blonde blur jumped on him. He caught the girl up and hugged her quickly, Ada taking a small step backwards in surprise. She studied the girl with calm eyes and figured she was at least five years older than her, not a girl any longer. She was shorter than her, though, and with a mess of blonde hair on her head.

"Where have you been this whole time? We've missed you terribly! Mum has got herself sick with worry." Her accent was thick but her voice was energetic and she almost seemed to vibrate with the energy. She turned light green eyes to Ada. "Who's this, now?" she asked kindly.

"Which question am I supposed to answer first?" He grinned at her. "This is Ada, my. . ." he faltered.

"Friend?" Ada offered slyly, raising a dark eyebrow and smiling at Mari.

"Your good friend Ada, then. It's good to know you." She chuckled and looked back at Liam. "She seems much more intelligent than the girls you used to bring home, Li. Has your preference changed in your old age?"

"You should learn to ignore Mari, Ada. I do." He said, rolling his eyes slightly, "I was eighteen the last time I brought someone home to meet you lot. I've learned from my mistakes. Now are you going to let us in or. . ."

"Oh! Of course." She stepped to the side to let them past her. The room they stepped into was small but the walls were painted a fresh white and a single painting hung on the wall in front of them, above the doorway. It was a watercolour of a forest, the trees dark lines against the greying twilight.

"Who did this?" she asked, moving closer to inspect it.

"I did." he replied, stepping with her to place a hand on her waist. She looked up.

"It's amazing." She was surprised when a dull flush spread over his cheeks.

"Not really." He led her through the door and into a small dining room. A middle-aged woman sat there with a book open on the table in front of her. She glanced at them as they walked in and started.

"There's a sight for sore eyes. We haven't seen you in a year." She smiled cheerfully at him as he swooped down and pressed a kiss to her lined cheek. "Have you been running with the pack for that long?"

"Mostly, Jane." he replied, "and I've brought back a. . . a packmate." She liked the sound of the word from him. It felt warm and gentle and full of promise as it hovered in the air above them. A small look of disapproval passed over Jane as she looked at Ada but she only smiled at her in turn and said, "Welcome."

"Thank you." Ada wondered what was wrong but she didn't know how to ask.

"Now. . ." she said, standing and wiping her hands on her apron, "You both look exhausted. Why don't you go up to your room and rest? We'll make you something to eat." He nodded, walking off towards a narrow staircase. Ada followed wordlessly. The door at the top opened to an attic room with a small window at one end. The plain wood walls were covered in paintings, all different shades of black and grey and a purple that was almost blue, so it looked like the sky at night. She stepped forward towards a large one that took up most of the left wall. There was the faint shape of a man brushed out in black with the blurry outline of a wolf around him. The trees behind him were almost invisible against the dark sky.

"You did all of these?" she whispered. He nodded again, taking off his jacket and hanging it from the back of a chair underneath the window. He sat next, pulling off his boots and letting them fall, one after the other, to the floor.

"Sometimes I couldn't talk to them about what happened to me. This was easier." He replied simply. She watched as he ran a hand through his pale hair so it fell in front of his eyes. They were a dull amber today, with layers and layers of gold shining beneath them so they looked like the sun trying to escape through the branches of the trees. He lay down on the bed that sat in the center of the room and crossed his arms beneath his head, staring up at the silent. Silently, she took off her own boots and lay beside him, her head resting in the crook of his arm as he rested it around her. She didn't realize how tired she was until sleep overcame her, enveloping her in colours and silence.


Liam didn't try to sleep because he knew that his mind would not let him. He had seen the look on Jane's face when she saw Ada and knew exactly what she thought of her. She was too young. A thought that he had stopped himself from thinking many times, because he shouldn't care. Her youth was not the attraction, nor was the wolf. It was her, all of her that he loved. The smallest features of her, the way she laughed, the blush that settled across her face when she got angry. . .those, if anything, were the real fuel in his infatuation.

He watched her sleep and he watched her wake up, eyes opening to see him there, as always. As it always should be. She smiled sleepily at him, breaking the silence with a soft yawn. He helped her out of the bed and went to a small small bureau in the corner to pull out a pair of slippers. They were made of a thin silky fabric and were the palest of ivories.

"Unless you want to wear your boots?" he asked, offering them to her. She took them gratefully, slipping them onto her feet then looking up at him.

"Where did they come from?" She recalled what Mari had said earlier, about the girls he used to bring home.

"My mother." he replied and she nodded happily.

"Thank you." He changed into a pair of his old shoes and they opened the door to find a tray of food sitting next to it. "Jane. . ." he murmured,laughing as he carefully picked it up. "She is the most domestic woman I have ever met."

"She seems very nice. So does Mari." They sat at a table that was placed opposite the bed and Ada picked up a piece of bread and tore off a piece. "How long did you live with them?"

"Since I was fourteen or fifteen, I think." He winced suddenly. "About your age, actually."

"Right." She didn't seem to notice his hesitation. He smiled at her from over the table and covered one of her hands with his.