Chapter 2

Lizzie POV

I took off running. Why would my father order some of his warriors to kill me? I was still in wolf form. Was I a werewitch? If I am, then it's true that my mother was a witch. I had no idea what was going on. I kept running and running. My first shift wouldn't last long.It was the middle of winter, and when I shifted back to human form, I would be naked out in the middle of the wilderness. I had to find a cave. I did not know how to start a fire. I kept running and running. I shifted back to human form. I was out here naked. As I was running, I would look to my left, then to my right, looking for a cave or something to get into. Even if I did know how to start a fire, I could at least be warm inside.

I would figure out how to start a fire. I knew that certain rocks, if struck together, would generate a spark. I looked behind me, and the warriors were still chasing me. I had no time to gather wood. I ran into a branch that was sticking out. It stabbed me. I gasp at the pain as I push myself back. Blood started running down my side. It was warm. I was not worried about it getting anything covered in blood, as I was naked. As it dried, it made me cold. I kept running. More and more wolves started chasing me. I was starting to slow down. From the loss of blood and being cold. The wolves were no longer behind me.

At least i was going to die from blood loss and not being torn apart by wolves. I continued going. I looked around and noticed that I did not recognize any of the trees. I knew every tree on my pack lands. I had the wolf tattoo that marked me as an alpha's daughter. I knew that if my body were found, it would be given to my father. He would burn it. Especially since he had sent wolves to kill me. Today was supposed to be a happy occasion. But it has turned into a nightmare. I finally could not go any further and collapsed against a tree. I could hear wolves all around me.

Then the scent of pine trees and shea butter hit me. My wolf screamed amte. However, I was too weak to find him. I knew all packs were not against witches; some packs had witches in their packs to help with wars and things. They were also great at helping to heal the injured and sick. I was hoping that it was not my father's warriors that had found me. As I was about to pass out, I heard the word "Mate". I could feel myself being picked up and then being carried. The sarkness overtook me. I drifted in and out of consciousness. I knew I had been put in a bed. 

I knew that someone was putting an IV into my arm. There was someone examining me. They pushed on my side where the tree branch stabbed me. I started screaming. 

" Baby, calm down."

"It's the doctor."

If he were the doctor, he was hurting me more than taking the pain away. I could still hear the blood running out of my side. However, it was coming much faster now because they were warming me up. Which was causing my blood to flow a lot faster.

"Alpha, we need to sedate her."

" Do what you have to do, just save my mate."

The doctor was starting to come towards me with a needle. I had no idea who these people were, and I was fighting them, trying to get off the bed. I was fighting as hard as I could. Two people were holding my arms. Then the doctor injected whatever was in the needle into the IV. I started to feel my body going heavy. I was losing the fight against the medication.

" Shh, baby, it's going to be ok."

" No Im going to die Im a werewitch."

"That's fine with me."

" Go to sleep now, it will be ok when you wake up."

The last thing I remember seeing was his dark brown eyes staring into mine. He had me in his ar4ms and he was stroking my hair. As my eyes started to close, I could hear him say "mate" again, and then everything went black. A little while later, I woke up. The man who had called me mate was sleeping in a chair at the end of the bed. I tried to sit up and groaned in pain. That's when I remembered everything that had happened. It was some time in the morning. How long have I been here?

The man sitting in the chair was really handsome. He had long black hair. His face was starting to get a beard. He had no shirt on. His shorts were surprisingly clean. I know that I lost a lot of blood. I know that he had carried me, and I know that I sat in his lap earlier. He must have changed. I knew that I was in a hospital. But why was I here? I know he kept calling me his mate. 

" Charlotte, is this our mate?"

" Yes, Lizzie."

" You are safe here."

" Is it true that I am a werewitch?"

" Yes, Lizzie."

Now it made sense why my mother was killed. She was a witch, and my father was the alpha of the pack. Did he kill her, or did he have someone do it? I started bawling. I could not stand the thought that my father would kill his mate. I started screaming.

"NO,NO,NO."

The man in the corner started to jump up. He rushed to my side. 

" Baby, what's wrong?"

" Let me go."

" Baby, calm down."

Just then, six warriors ran into the room.