1. Found

Brianna POV

This vacation has been so amazing, just me and my thoughts all week. I don't ever want it to end, but don't get me wrong. I miss my family, especially my twin brother. It's hard to be away from him, and even though this isn't the first time we have been apart, it's going to be the longest. He had to go off to Alpha training for a year recently, and mom said I needed to get away. She wants me to relax since I couldn't go and was missing him so much. If i go home, of course, I can see my mom and dad, who I love, but without Brian there, I would rather just stay here forever.

Im out for a walk, not really caring where I go, just walking for something to do. My mom wanted to send me to Paris or Hawaii, but I asked to go to Florida. I'm not sure why I just felt like I needed to be here. I've spent tons of time on the beach. It's been great, but it feels like something is missing. I come to a spot where I have to make a choice left or right, a fork in the road, as one might say. If I go right, I stay on the beach, but if I go left, it leads to a wooded area. As wolves, we love the woods. It's great to feel the ground on your paws, branches crunching as you run faster than you'd think ever possible.

For some reason, my wolf Zalia suddenly begs me to go into the woods. I walk in, wondering if she wants a run when she almost jumps in my head, yelling faster and telling me to head to the left. Walking slower than she wants, I creep forward, moving deeper. After about half an hour, i hear noises coming from ahead, and my wolf whines, begging me to hurry. I sniff the air and smell the slight smell of a rogue but also lavender and mint. Rogues are dangerous in most cases because they have no pack and can go feral on their own. The good thing is you can always tell when that's happened.

The wolf in question will be crazy in every way, most likely even forgetting completely about their human form. There's nothing quiet and calm about a feral rogue. The smell isn't overly great to me. I've never liked lavender, but I'm used to the smell. My brother loves it. I can't help but follow it, missing him and feeling like I need to see where this leads. I turn a corner and suddenly see a tent set up under a tree. It's opened and empty right now, but based on the setup, someone is definitely staying here. A bag of trash hangs from a small hook on a tree, and there is a fire pit on the ground in front of the tent. Inside, I see a small backpack on the ground and a sheet. I hear a noise from my right and then a soft voice asking, "Who are you and what do you want?"

I turn to look, and I see a very pretty woman walking out of the trees. She walks toward the tent staring at me, and I'm just staring back like a crazy person. She has bright blue eyes and dark burgundy red hair. She's wearing a dirty gold shirt and jeans that have probably seen better days also she has no shoes on. She looks back at me, raising her eye brow, and I realize I still never answered her question. I shake my head and say "Oh I'm sorry. Hi, im Brianna. I was out for a walk and felt the need to come this way. That may sound weird, but it was like I was being pulled here or something."

She stares at me, and the ghost of a smile appears on her face for a second. She sighs and says, " I don't know if anything will ever sound weird to me. You'd be surprised what has happened to me in the last almost year since I turned Eighteen. Also, I guess I was sort of pulled to come back here anyway. I heard someone here, but instead of my fight or flight instinct, I felt the need to hurry back before it was too late, which is weird, right?" She's organizing twigs to start a fire and has a plastic bag by her on the ground. She opens the bag and pulls out random, half eaten items that look like trash and smiles as she seems like she's about to bite into one.

I clear my throat and say, " Maybe this feels strange, but also like we are supposed to know each other or something. To be honest, I feel like I've known you my whole life, but I'm not sure why. Do you maybe want to hang out so we could go get some food or something?" Smiling, she stands up and says,"Really? because I've got that same feeling and it's been forever since I've had hot food." Confused, I asked."What do you mean?" she looks down and says," I've been homeless since pretty much my eighteenth birthday." My jaw drops. I thought maybe she was just on a camping trip or something, and to hear this is so shocking as wolves we live in packs, but it explains the slight rogue scent some

I stand unsure what to say when she stands and smiling she says "sorry I never introduced myself. My name is Annalise." I smile as I say." Wow, that's a beautiful name." She giggles and says," Thank you. " We start walking together, and I let her lead. If she lives here, she must know it better than me. As we walk we get to know each other I tell her about my brother my parents for some reason neither of us bring up packs or wolves we just talk like we are regular humans and I'm not sure why. She tells me about her mom and how she never knew her dad because he left before she was born.

We don't do many details, yet it's a feeling out process can we trust each other or not. My wolf tells me I can trust her and she's never led me wrong before so I decide to stop walking and she stops with me. I stare at her and I say what my wolf is telling me " I feel like your someone I'm supposed to know and I can trust so I want to let you know I know your a werewolf and I'm one too."