Chapter 3: New pack

I felt faint on my feet, but Frost and I remained on our feet through sheer stubbornness. We weren't going to look weak to the new arrivals. The more minor wounds on her body had healed with our little rest, but she still had a gash at her side that felt deeper and still oozing. That proved dangerous to her. 

The young men, looking a little bit older than me, I believe to be patrols for whatever pack we had stumbled into, drew their guns and pointed at us. Frost growled angrily at their show of aggression. In ranking, these boys weren't even betas, and they dared challenge us. 

"Relax, girl, we are alone and can't take them on."

Frost tried to refute my words, but I continued until she could speak. "Not in our current state."

The boys were staring at Frost with nervous fear in their eyes. The hand holding the guns were trembling so badly. I believe this to be their first patrol, and I would hate for us to get shot because someone was having a case of shaking fingers. 

The sight of Frost can be terrifying. She was about five feet tall and had massive white fur and blue eyes, which can be very terrifying, especially in the dark. Even though the sun was gradually making its way to the front of the sky, the sky remained grey and dark. 

"Let me," I said gently to my wolf. In the face of danger, Frost hates to back down, and I would hate for her stubbornness to get us killed. 

She hesitated before she relinquished control to me. I winced as the pain of transformation gripped my inside. Within a blink of an eye, it was over, and I emerged naked in a crouched position and then slowly lifted my head to the two young men who still had their guns on us. 

They gasped at seeing my appearance, which wasn't new. I was used to captivating people with my looks: long, silky, straight blonde hair, deep, huge blue eyes that most people have compared to the sea, a small heart-shaped face, a square jaw, a slender frame, and a striking height of five feet eleven inches. I slowly got to my feet, utilizing my only weapon in my arsenal. 

Their eyes got stuck, staring in awe at me. A smug smirk pulled at the corners of my lips at the sight of their dropped jaw. I allowed them to feel my body, revelling in their admiration, but that only lasted for a few seconds before I got their attention. We needed this show on the road before I bleed to death. 

I coughed to get their attention. They jumped slightly and blinked severally, their face red as hot pepper. "Who are you?!" one of them demanded. He was about a foot taller than me, but I had more bulk on him, and his blonde hair was shaved at the side, with a chunk of it falling in front like an errand strand. 

His voice would have been menacing had it not been shaky and slightly husky. 

"Fallon Skye, from Running Creek..."

"What are you doing in our pack?" The shorter one demanded harshly, his gun raised to shoot. He was the one who wanted to kill me earlier. My attention switched to him. He looked nervous even though he did a great job of not revealing it. 

"I am sorry, didn't mean to trespass. My pack was attacked, and I was running from the rogues that attacked it." My voice shook as sorrow filled me. My family and everyone I know are probably dead, I thought in despair. 

My words resonated with my captors' sympathy. They looked at each other, communicating silently. When they reached a decision, they turned in unison to face me: "Our pack has a policy of shooting trespassers on sight. We can never tell who is a rogue, and they have become a menace, but we will let our alpha decide your fate."

"Their smell," I snapped inside my head, but I nodded in response to their words. That was fine with me. 

"Follow us," the short one commanded. I guess that he is the most senior of the two. I started after them, holding my side to keep the wound on my side from bleeding much. It is beginning to worry me that it is not healing. 

The trek back to their pack was a long one, and by the time we reached the pack house, I was almost dead on my feet. 

The pack was silent, probably because everyone was still asleep. The boys looked at each other again before one took out his walkie-talkie and spoke to someone on the phone. The security here is much better than what was in my pack. Maybe that is why the rogues caught us with our pants down. 

The short guy spoke in a low-pitched tone as if he didn't want me to hear what he was saying to whoever was on the other side. I didn't bother listening. My side was killing me, and I was barely hanging on. Whatever they plan to do, they better hurry up. I don't know how long I can hang on. 

"Want me to take over?" Frost asked. 

I shook my head. Frost will pose more of a threat than I will. I looked more like a defenceless woman whom they were less likely to crucify than my wolf. 

After his talk, the short guy turned to face me. He had a fresh, nervous look now, and I don't think I am the one responsible. He was scared of the person he spoke to on the other end. "We will wait for our Beta; he is on his way," he said softly. 

"Is he mad?" The taller one asked, sounding nervous, too. 

The short guy shrugged his shoulder. "Couldn't tell. You never know what Dalton is feeling," he mumbled. They were making out this Beta to be a complicated person, which roused my interest. Dale was the same. He takes pride in his stoic expression. Being a mystery was one of his signature moves and what he did to intimidate most of us, even though those who knew him knew what a teddy bear he was. 

My heart squeezed sadly in my chest at the thought of our Beta and the rest of my pack. 

Before I could dwell on what I had lost in one night, someone emerged from the shadows a few distance away from us. I blinked at the shadow of the man. He was average in height, with a muscular build. Still, he wasn't what I was expecting. He was a small man, and I couldn't see him being as terrifying as these boys were making him out to be. 

"Here he comes," the tall one whispered, and they straightened out their frame, a severe nervous look on their faces. Beta, they said at the same time with respect, their voice slightly shaky. 

The newcomer didn't answer them but immediately moved his regard from them to me, his brown eyes probing as they fell on me. Staring into their dark depth, I understood why these fellas were terrified. There was nothing light about the man standing in front of me. His strength could be seen with just a look. The newcomer was someone you didn't want to cross. 

I swallowed, slightly nervous, and waited for him to address me.