Chapter 2

“Come on, pups, what’s your name?” the other guy asks, stepping forward. This one has a lighter hair color than the one obviously in charge of the two, and a more laid back energy, too.

“I’m not telling you freaks shit,” I spit, gritting my teeth at them again. “You’re abominations!”

The laid back one laughs, while the bossy one flares his nostrils, and glares at me.

“That makes you one too,” the bossy one says, and then he turns to his buddy. “I think she’s still in training.”

“What? She’s gotta be older than eighteen,” the laid back one answers, “are you sure?”

“Positive,” the bossy one mutters and looks back at me, sniffing the air close to me, as if I stink. I know I do, but he could be less obvious about it.. How rude.

He then lunges forward to grab my wrist. I struggle against him, but it’s no use. Werewolves are fucking strong. I know since I am one, but this one is much stronger than me. I’m also in shock because I thought I was the only one in the whole world, so we’ll go with that as a reason for why he can pull me down the road so easily. If I was in my right mind I would have tackled him, kicked his nuts and ran for the hills.

“What the fuck is training?” I ask them as their words sink in. “And how do you know I’m an abomination like you? I’m just a girl!”

“Shut up. Our Alpha will know what to do with you,” the bossy one says harshly,

The laid back one gives me an apologetic look and shrugs.

“Sorry about him. His daughter is teething and I think she’s bit his tail a few times,” he says, whispering to me as I’m being dragged behind the very strong, idiotic dude.

“Is she..? I mean…”

I trail off, not sure if I even want to finish my question at all.

“Is she what?” the bossy one asks, stopping abruptly. The squishy sounds from my boots are very audible as they both stop, and I continue a step because I didn’t really get the memo.

“Is she a wolf, too?” I manage to ask, staring into the intimidating man’s eyes.

“What kind of question is that? Of course she is!”

They both start walking again, and they’re both silent from now on, just dragging me after them. I’ve stopped struggling, since I know I can’t win. I’m even more shocked to know there are more wolves out there than us three. Are there even more than his daughter, too? Were my real parents wolves?

My thoughts are interrupted when we enter a village in the middle of the forest. Houses are everywhere, but I don’t see any people. If anyone lives here, they’re inside underneath a warm, cozy blanket watching feel-good movies with their happy families, due to the rain. It looks old, but very well maintained. It looks like it’s brand new, but by the style it looks like it’s from at least a hundred years ago. The houses are made of logs put in top of each other, with moss and grass on the roofs. Most of the houses has concrete foundations and a basement underneath. Some houses are big, others are small, but they all look the same. I wonder how they look inside.

The two men drag me towards the biggest house of them all, but not to the front door. By the looks of it, they’re dragging me towards the entrance to the basement. What a great way to treat guests. I’m not even a threat to these people, I’m just a girl. A lone wolf in the wrong place at the wrong time, apparently.

I’m being pushed down some stairs to the basement of the huge house, and I huff at the two men as they descend the stairs with grace, while I almost fall to the floor. I take a few more steps inside, not really bothering to defy them, and I’m immediately regretting the decision not to run when I had the chance. A huge, older man is standing in the middle of the room, with his arms crossed, very much like the bossy guy did earlier. He nods to the two others, and then he meets my gaze.

“What’s your name, girl?” the man asks me.

I keep my mouth shut, and cross my own arms. I feel water running down my body from the sudden pressure to the knitted yarn in my sweater, but I don’t let it bother me. I’ve gotta stay strong.

I take a look around me, and see a few cells around me, like prison cells. Large bars make up the cell-walls, dust coating the floors inside them, and a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling in all four cells. They seem to be empty, luckily, and I continue to peer at the huge man in front of me.

“Where’s your pack?” he continues.

Pack? Is he crazy? I didn’t even know there was more werewolves than me in the world until a few minutes ago, how would I have a pack?

“Answer me, girl,” he says, and he sounds like he really doesn’t want to be mad at me, but he has to for some reason.

I suck in some oxygen and grimace slightly before I open up my mouth to speak.

“I don’t have a pack,” I say.

“A rogue?” the laidback guy says, stifling a laugh.

“No, she isn’t rogue,” the bossy one says, walking up to the huge man. “She smells like a pup in training.”

“Stop calling me a puppy!” I sneer at them all.

“Can you shift? Right here, right now?” the older man asks me, and I meet his intense gaze, shaking my head at his questions. “Who trained you?”

“No one trained me! I didn’t even know anyone else was like me until today!” I yell, tired of being questioned about stuff I don’t know the answer to.

“How unusual,” the man mutters, and looks at me. “Do you have any birthmarks, girl?”

I look at him, not really believing that he’s asking me that, but I do have one. It’s on my hip, on the left side. I can’t wear bikinis because of that thing, the strings doesn’t cover shit. I nod at the man, and furrow my brows a little.

“Can I see?”

What a creepy ass question! But fine. I don’t have anything to hide, and the fact that he asks makes me question whether it really is a birthmark or not. It might be a wolf-thing, since he brought it up. I pull my sweater and tank top up a little, and push the hem of my jeans down with my other hand, and turn so he can see the mark. I can’t see it unless I have a mirror because of it’s location, but it’s definitely there.

The man looks at me, then his eyes shifts down to my mark, and he squats down to take a look at it. I just hope he doesn’t try to touch me. He’s staring at the mark, with furrowed brows. Then he rolls up the sleeve of his shirt, showing me a mark on his forearm. It’s not the same, but it’s in the same style. It’s a crescent moon. Mine is like a circle, but not completely round on one of the sides. It’s a wolf-thing, then. Fuck me..

The man stands up again, and I cover myself up after the two other men has gotten a look of my mark too. The man sends me a small smile, and extends his hand to me.

“I’m Juan Kaios, Alpha of the Crescent pack. This is my son, Alessandro,” he says, as I shake his hand reluctantly, and he motions towards the bossy guy. Then he motions towards the laidback guy. “And my son-in-law, Marco.”

I swallow some of my pride, figuring that I might learn a thing or two from these people.

“Yohanna Juarez,” I mutter, and let go of his hand.

“You have the mark of the Iokua pack,” Uno states, and I look at him in shock. “I thought they were all gone.”

I have a pack? But, not really, since they’re gone? I’m more confused than ever.

“Gone?” I ask, unsure if I really want to know the answer.

“Yes, they were attacked nineteen years ago, their village burned down and they… They all died. Or so we thought,” he says, and puts his hand around the back of my neck. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up, into some new clothes and then you can meet the rest of my family, eh?”