I gritted my teeth together, while I punched and kicked the punching bag. It had probably been about 5 minutes from the meeting, and I was still fueled with anger.

How dare she get my father into this?! We both knew that he would be agreeing with my mother about me acting like a lady. That meant goodbye to comfortable t-shirts, jeans, and combat boots.

I punched the punching bag one more time and it busted. All the sand, or whatever was in the punching bags, burst out of the hole that I had created. With one powerful sidekick, the rest of the bag fell with a loud thud.

I gritted my teeth, while I unclenched my fists to check out my knuckles, knowing that they would be bad because it had hurt opening up my hands. They were bloodied and cut, because I had hit the punching bag multiple times, without gloves. Well that's what I get for not wearing gloves, while I'm angry, I thought to myself, clenching my fits back together with a small groan.

I smelt smoke, like wood burning, as if something had caught on fire, and it had just stopped burning. I sighed, knowing that it was my father. I didn't look at him, knowing that he was behind me. "How long have you been standing there?" I asked.

"Not that long," he replied, while I turned to look at him. He folded his arms around his chest and studied me, a frown on his face.

Fane DeLuka, that was his name, and he was a man of great power. He had a lot of respect from his pack and those that work with him.

He stood at 6'4 and was muscular. He had black hair and green eyes, that both me and James had inherited. I had his chin, while I had my mother's smallish looking nose. He had a five o'clock shadow, making him look older and darker than he was.

My father was a powerful man, in the Werewolf community. He had that way of making people feel intimidated, and that was the best way to get people to follow him. However, he was a good natured man, and he would help anyone that was in need.

I leaned my head down onto my chest and bit my lip. I hated the way that he had sometimes made me feel so helpless, even though he wasn't trying to do. That wasn't a great feeling, because I was an Alpha just like him. "So, I'm guessing Mom told you what she was doing?"

"Yes," he said. "She tells me that she wants to make you into a girly-girl, and I agree with her."

"But that'll mean I have to wear skirts and act prim and proper," I replied. "And, I'm not prim nor proper. Basically, I'm you in girl form."

Dad smiled at me, with his half smile. "Yes, but you will have to act like it," he said. "Don't worry, they will still respect you as an Alpha first and a female second." A smirk appeared on his lips, because he knew what I was thinking.

I folded my arms around my chest and huffed. "I don't want to act like it, though. I'm not her. And, I want to act like the I have been. I don't think they'd respect me, when I show up in a skirt and a flary top."

Dad bared his teeth at me in warning. "Stop acting like a child," he growled. "You are still under my command until your 19th birthday."

I clenched my teeth together, feeling the anger that I had been feeling for the past couple of minutes. "Then why didn't you tell Clarice that me and Blake are joining packs? She stopped by and nicely gave me a bruise on my cheek."

He went over to me quickly, and I tensed. Yes, this was my father, but he was still my Alpha until I joined up with Blake and create the bigger pack. He still had control over me. "Don't tell me that you think I'll hit you," he said, spying me tense up.

"You would also if I went to your side quickly," I replied. "I am your daughter after all."

Dad shook his head, while he reached out his hand and took my head. He turned my head to the side, so that he could see the bruise. He whistled, surprised that Clarice had hit that hard. "That is one nasty bruise. I have no idea how Clarice did it."

"Of course it is," I said, while he started to breath on it. I closed my eyes, welcoming the feeling of the coolness of his breath on my skin.

Some people use blood or other things to help heal a member of their team. However, we use the water that we produce... through our mouth, of course. We sometimes kiss, lick, when we were in wolf form, or just breathe on an area that had been hurt. The injury will heal, and it'll look like we hadn't gotten hurt.

"Thanks, Dad," I said as he kissed my hands, healing them before he looked at me.

He nodded his head to me, still looking at me. "How about we make a deal."

Uh oh. Those were the words that I didn't want him to say. He usually said those words, and it meant that I was going to get the short end of the stick. I shifted on my feet, looking at him, annoyed.

He smirked, seeing the frown on my face. "Come on, don't tell me that you don't trust your own father."

"This is the area of not trusting, Dear Father," I said. "You make me a deal, and in the end, I'm the one that has to suffer."

Dad shook his head, smiling at my behavior. "I still think that there is a little bit more of me in you than your mother."

"Well, I am daddy's little girl," I said, grinning up at him sweetly.

He nodded his head, a frown coming on his face. "Yes, you are." He looked away from me and seemed to stare off in space. His green eyes were filled with worry and a little bit of fear, as if something bad in the future would hurt either me or him.

"Dad?" I asked, getting cautious. I knew that look. I knew that something bad was going to happen.

He looked at me, his eyes and his face blank, hiding back the pain and maybe the little bit of fear. "What is it, Dear?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He forced a smile on his face, even though he knew that I knew that it was fake.

"What's wrong?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, also. "You kind of froze up on me."

"It's nothing, Jaz. Nothing for now, anyways." He cleared his throat and shook his head with a sigh. "Anyways, the deal is how about you wear the clothing until you and Blake are done with the ceremony. He will be able to decide if you keep wearing those clothes or not. You never know, he might enjoy the way you look." He smirked when he saw me groan but nod my head, even though I hated the idea. He nodded his head and check his watch, to see what time it was, before looking back at me. "Well, I think that it's time for you to go to bed. You have school tomorrow."

"And, I have to see what Mom has laid out for me." I rolled my eyes, still hating the fact that I was going to have to wear girly clothing.

A real small smile flickered on his cold stoned face, while he nodded his head."Yes," he said. "I guess that means you'll do what I say."

I bit back a sigh and nodded my head. "Yes, Father," I said. "But I won't like it."

He chuckled and nodded his head, again. "I know you won't," he said. "But you won't have to wear them for long, unless Blake wants you to."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "And if he does, then I'm going to dare him to fight me in a dress and kick his ass into next week."

"And no cussing anymore," he said, narrowing his eyes. "That is not ladylike." He used his Alpha tone, meaning that I couldn't go against what he had said.

I looked down. "Yes, Alpha," I said, bitterly. It was going to be hard if Clarice goes to my pack house again. I knew that my father was thinking the same thing because he chuckled.

"Don't worry. Treat her nicely, and she'll leave you alone," he said. "Now, march yourself up to bed. And good night."

I nodded my head. "Night," I said, before I started to walk towards my room. I was dreading what the morning will bring, clothing wise. I knew that I couldn't wear jeans, boots, or the shirts that I loved since she had changed my whole wardrobe.

At least I don't have long to wait until I'm mated, I thought, shaking my head.