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I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!

And delving into the world of Crossovers god knows why seemed like a good idea at the time but that doesnt matter because I've started writing now so I won't stop till it's done...or until I hit writer's block and lose the will to live.


Stonehaven was experiencing a moment of rare quiet, for which Jeremy was extremely thankful.

It had not been easy to come by lately, small moments of solitude in which he was able to indulge himself in fantasies where he was no longer Alpha, and able to pursue his desire to his hearts content.

Clay and Elena had gone for a run, and hopefully a reconciliatory romp, after a loud argument in which Clay had once more tried to convince Elena to bare his children. Jeremy understood why Elena was so scared though. A female werewolf was unheard of and a pregnant one was nothing more than myth. How would the foetus cope with the Change? Would they be good parents? What if it was a girl? All these questions and more revolved in Elena's brain, despite Clay's constant assurances.

Jeremy had noticed however that her outright refusals had slowly become less forceful, and knew that soon the men of Stonehaven would experience living with a pregnant woman.

Before that though, he had a job for them.

"Jer?"

Right on time.

"In the study." He replied at a normal volume. Werewolf hearing ensured they would hear anyway.

The couple walked in, clothing worn haphazardly, buttons mixed up and t-shirts the wrong way. Jeremy didn't notice though, clothed or unclothed, modesty is a ridiculous trait in a werewolf.

"So what's up?" Clay asked when they'd settled on the sofa.

"There have been a string of Mutt killings in Seattle. I want you to find the one responsible and take care of it."

"Seattle? Where she is?" Clay asked.

"Perhaps you'll get to finally meet your PenPal." Elena teased.

"There's also been some wolf sightings in the forest area, near a small town named Forks. Perhaps you could start there."

The two nodded and left, preparing to leave, neither of who understood exactly what they were getting into.