Chapter 2: Arrested

"What are you doing here?" one of the two guards at the Western Pack gate asked Camila. They saw that her white nightgown clung to her bare body and accentuated her feminine shape provocatively in their view.

"Please, can you let me in?" Camila begged. She stared downward and used her right palm to wipe the raindrops from her forehead as she avoided meeting the guards' gaze.

"Thompson! Who is there?" The second guard at the gatehouse asked the first guard who attended to Camila.

"I do not know, Jack, but she does not look like a member of our pack," Thompson replied. He continued to stare at Camila and did not want to let her in.

"Open the gate for her," Jack replied. Thompson knew better than to disobey Jack, lest Jack report him to their Alpha for failing to welcome the foreigner.

Camila walked carefully into the Western Pack. It was already very late, and she did not know what time it was.

Thompson flashed his torchlight on her face, but Camila continued to stare downward. Her blonde hair was already scattered and covered her face and neck.

"What is a young lady like you doing outside at this late hour of the night?" Thompson questioned Camila. His eyes glowered at her, and Camila replied, "I was..."

"Thompson! What are you still doing there with her?" Jack asked. He finally stepped out from the guardhouse, built beside the Western Pack's entrance gate.

Camila shuddered in fear as she saw the tall, huge man walk out from the guardhouse. He also held a torchlight as he walked up to meet her.

"Who are you, young lady? And why are you out here at midnight?" Jack questioned. His yellow eyes raked over Camila's seductive body.

Camila did not look her age. She appeared mature and a little chubby for her 18-year-old self.

"I was sent away from my pack," Camila said. She did not want to lie, and she knew that mentioning her father's name might anger the two guards who stared at her.

Camila also knew that they had four territorial packs in their werewolf kingdom, but the Western Pack and the Eastern Pack were the two superior packs. The other packs ranked underneath them.

"Which pack are you from?" Jack finally asked Camila. He wore his guard uniform, which resembled an army uniform. Seeing how seductive Camila looked, Jack wanted to take her to bed. He doubted she told him the truth.

"I am from..." Camila stammered as she spoke and took steps backward.

With the heavy rainfall that had drenched Camila's body and the flogging from her father, her eyes were fully awake. Her wolf, Ivy, remained fully active and ready to flee in case of danger.

"Can't you speak, young lady, or do you want us to send you away this night?" Jack asked her. His yellow eyes narrowed at Camila.

Camila first looked around. She knew that if she ran away, it would not take long before one of the two men caught up with her, as she was still healing.

"I am from the Eastern Pack," Camila announced. That made Jack angry.

"Let me see your face," Jack commanded. But Camila shapeshifted and ran away, following the streetlights. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

"Shit! Run after her, Thompson, and make sure you catch her and bring her back here," Jack ordered. Thompson hastily shapeshifted into his black wolf form and chased after Camila.

Camila ran as fast as her wolf could carry her. Just then, a fancy blue car drove toward the Western Pack's exit gate. Inside the car sat the Alpha's son, Henry Dominic.

Henry was a dark-skinned young man, 21 years of age. His father had just assigned him the position to look after their pack.

Henry felt happy with his new status and position. Every midnight, he patrolled their pack to ensure its safety.

Although Henry was stronger as the Alpha's son, he trained more and possessed greater healing powers. No one in their Western Pack dared to annoy him.

"Shit!" Henry cursed as he quickly stepped on the brake.

Camila rolled to the floor in fear. Henry's blue car had almost knocked her down, so he stepped down from his car to check if Camila was alright and to discover who chased her at that hour of the night.

Henry shut his car door and rushed to the front of his car. He thought he had knocked Camila down, but Camila recovered from the shock and stood up. She attempted to flee, but Henry caught her right hand. He felt electric sparks from touching Camila's right hand as he pulled her back to wait.

Henry's wolf form, Matt, said internally to him, "Mate."

Camila felt nothing for Henry. She turned to stare at his face and felt afraid of him too. Henry seized her right hand in a tight, possessive grip.

Henry inhaled Camila's fruity scent, and Camila inhaled the smoky scent from him. She really wanted to pull her right hand away from him.

With Henry's car front light still on, he saw her rising sun tattoo on her forehead. He knew immediately that she came from the Eastern Pack.

"Let me go! Please do not hurt me," Camila begged. She felt slightly afraid of Henry and the way his right hand forcibly seized hers.

Just then, Thompson ran up to meet them. He breathed heavily, not expecting that Camila could run so fast and like a cheater.

"Alpha! You are here," Thompson said as he tried to catch his breath. He knelt on the sandy floor, to the shock of Camila, who realized the young man holding her hand was the Alpha.

Camila's blue eyes narrowed at Henry to release her hand. Just then, Henry snapped out of his trance. He stared back at Thompson and spoke, "Rise."

Thompson stood up, and Henry immediately asked him, "What happened?"

"Alpha, we saw her at the gate. She was wet from the heavy rainfall that had fallen, but she refused to tell us who she was. She only said she was from the Eastern Pack."

As Thompson spoke to Henry, he saw that Henry's eyes did not shift away from the pretty young lady he held. Not until Thompson stopped speaking did Henry reply, "That is alright. She will have to come with me. I will take her back as one of our refugees."

"Refu-what?" Camila asked in shock. Her blue eyes widened at the mention of refugees. She had thought foreigners could live peacefully in the Western Pack, as her father had told her.

"You heard me, young lady. Now stay calm, or else you want me to torture you," Henry warned Camila slightly. He did not want her to know that she affected him. He chained her hand and handcuffed her hands as he led her back to the front passenger seat of his car.

"It is okay, Thompson. You can return to the gate. If you see any suspicious person again, do not fail to arrest the person at the gate before you start questioning them, to avoid mistakes like this one."

"Okay, Alpha," Thompson replied as he bowed apologetically and finally left. Henry walked back to his car's driver's seat and sat in.

Just before Henry could start his car engine to drive off, he heard Camila crying. He did not know if it was one of her tricks to make him fall for her.

Henry wondered what kind of she-wolf Camila was. Her long blonde hair was scattered and covered her face, and as it was night, he could not properly see her crying face.

Henry started his car. As it was already late, he decided to drive back to his father's mansion first.

Ex-Alpha Collins's mansion was the biggest in the Western Pack, and most foreigners believed they acted fraudulently to own such a magnificent white building.