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"England is amazing!" Jack said jumping around as we walked the streets of London finding our hotel. I snuggled up in my nice leather jacket thankful for the cold weather. I was finally out of the heat that was the mid west. This meant my black jeans and band tees and leather jackets were back in full use. Jack was skipping like an idiot taking in everything he possibly could. It was his first time away form his pack and away from their land. I looked behind me briefly and saw Andy and Lucy arms wrapped around each other. It made my stomach churn and my heart hurt. I pictured Jordan and I being here doing that even though our so called "relationship" was just him yelling at me and being locked in my room. I felt my heart tear a bit and my eyes water. No i cannot cry, i left him for my own safety.

"Hes your mate, He would never hurt you" A little voice in my head said. I grabbed Jacks hand needing to calm myself down. 

"Leah you good?" Jack asked gripping on my hand tightly. I looked at him and nodded thankful to have someone here for me. Lucy growled under her breath and i turned around giving her a questioning look.

"I'm your best friend Ambrosia. Not him." Lucy mind linked with me sounding all the bit jealous. I laughed. Of course Lucy was my best friend, Jack was just my gay best friend.

"Yes you are, but when i cant be you wife; A.K.A when Andy is around I gotta have a back up" I mind linked back blowing a kiss towards her. Andy rolled his eyes and kiss Lucy's Temple.

"Oh My God! This place is gorgeous!" Jack exclaimed as we walked into our hotel. It was gorgeous. It was a tall building like the Tipton off of 'Suite life of Zack and Cody'. We walked up to the marbled desk.

"Checking in Lucy and Ambrosia Night?" I said politely to the old woman at the desk. She looked to be 60 years old and had her grey hair all curled and make up done perfectly. 

"Sure thing honey, Here are your room keys just sign here and here" The kind lady told me handing me our keys. I quickly signed the document and handed lucy her key card.

"Your rooms are 245 and 264" The lady added as we walked off.

"Thank you." i said giving here one last look before pressing the elevator button.

Our room was a pale white with a huge king bed in it. The bathroom was black marbled and the furniture was red oak. There was a mini fridge and a safe was well as a huge plasma in front of the bed. We had a balcony with a small couch for smoking and other activities.

"Leah this place is amazing how did you ever manage to find it?" Jack asked plopping down on the bed. I grabbed my smokes and lit one before answering him.

"Lucy and I travel alot. We know the owner of the building." I stated casually. Jack looked at me like i was an alien. Uncomfortable with his starring I fluffed my red hair and took out my monroe piercing. 

"Bye ugly piercing." I said stepping out onto the balcony throwing the jewelry out into the London street. For the scar to heel i would need blood and i was very hungry.

"Jack im going to go out for a drink." I dropped my fag and stopped on it walking back into the room. Jack jumped off the bed and started following me out.

"Awesome I could use a drink" He smiled and opened the door. I looked at him and gave him a sad smile.

"Not that type of drink love." Jack turned green and nodded shutting the door quickly.Laughing i though 'wolves man'. 

I walked the streets trying to find a good pub but since it was 5 p.m it was still fairly early for any bars to be opened.  Where would i be able to find a meal at this hour? I walked down the strips of shops and cafes getting farther and father away from the good life. I saw a couple making out on a bench in the park across from the street i was on. Jordan. I pictured Us cuddling in my bed. I pictured Him Kissing my temple just as Andy did Lucy. I pictured how my life would be if i would have just let him mate with me. If i would of just let it happen. If i wasnt such a bad fucking mate. My mother would be so disappointed in me. All those afternoons spent learning posture and poise. Learning how to be the perfect wife.

"No The world is different now i am different now i am not going to be a push over!" I thought scolding myself for even thinking about back then, about Jordan. the smell of booze and sweat took me out of my thoughts as i walked in front of an open bar. Thank god. Walking into the bar there wasnt many people to choose from and they were no where near drunk enough so i just decided on vodka.

"A glass of vodka please?" I asked the blue haired bar tender. She had tattoos all over herself in black and white color scale. they were really pretty. 

"Here." she said Handing me a shot glass full of clear liquid. I thanked her and tossed it back feeling the amazing burn down my throat. After about 13 of them the manager kicked me out saying that i was intoxicated and he would serve me no more or what ever.

I dont know how but i found myself stubbling and slurring. I guess it is true British booze is way stronger than american. That or my tolerance has gone down since i never drink this much. I bumbed into what seemed like a brick wall.

"Looky looky who i found" Robert said grabbing my arm and dragging me in the direction of the hotel. 

**********Sorry this is a weird and rambling chapter just like a filler and what not**************