CHAPTER 2

"What are you doing here?" one of the two guards at the Western Pack gate asked Camila as they saw that her white nightgown had clung to her bare body, provocatively revealing her feminine shape to their view.

"Please... can you let me in?" Camila begged, staring downward. She used her right palm to wipe the raindrops from her forehead, avoiding the guards' gaze.

"Thompson! Who's there?" the second guard at the gatehouse asked the first guard attending to Camila.

"I don't know, Jack, but she doesn't look like a member of our pack," Thompson replied, continuing to stare at Camila, unwilling to let her in.

"Open the gate for her," Jack replied, and Thompson knew it best not to disobey Jack, lest he be reported to their Alpha for failing to welcome a foreigner.

Camila walked carefully into the Western Pack. It was already late, and she didn't know what time it was.

Thompson flashed his torchlight to see her face, but Camila continued to stare downward, her blonde hair scattered and covering 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 growling at her.

Camila trembled and replied, "I was..."

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

Camila shuddered in fright as she saw the tall, huge man walk out from the guardhouse, holding a torchlight as he approached her.

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

Camila didn't look her age; she was mature and a little chubby for her 18-year-old self.

"I... was sent away from my pack." Camila didn't want to lie, and she knew that mentioning her father's name might anger the two guards staring at her.

Camila also knew that there were four territorial packs in their werewolf kingdom, but the Western Pack and the Eastern Pack were the two superior packs, while the other packs were beneath them.

"Which pack are you from?" Jack finally asked Camila. He was dressed in his green guard uniform, more like an army uniform, and seeing how seductive Camila looked, he wanted to take her to bed, doubting she was telling him the truth.

"I'm from..." Camila stammered, stepping backwards.

With the heavy rainfall that had drenched her body and how her father had flogged her, Camila's eyes were fully awake, and her wolf, Ivy, was fully active to flee in case of any danger.

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

Camila stared around. She knew that if she ran, it wouldn't take long before one of the two men caught up with her, as she was still healing.

"I'm from the Eastern Pack," Camila announced, and that made Jack angry.

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

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

Camila ran as fast as her wolf could carry her, but just then, a fancy blue car was driving towards the Western Pack exit gate. Inside the car was 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 of looking after their pack, and Henry was still happy with his new status. What he did every midnight was patrol the pack to ensure it was safe.

Although Henry was stronger, being the Alpha's son, he trained more and was gifted with healing powers that made him difficult to defeat in battles. None in the Western Pack members dared to annoy him.

"Damn it!" Henry cursed, stepping on the brake as Camila rolled to the floor in fright. Henry's blue car had almost knocked her down, and he stepped out to see if Camila was alright and who was chasing her at that hour of the night.

Henry shut his car door and rushed to the front of his car, thinking he had knocked Camila dead. But Camila had already recovered from the shock, stood up, and attempted to flee—only to be caught by Henry, who seized her right hand. He felt the electric sparks from touching her right hand as he pulled her back to wait.

Henry's wolf, Matt, said internally, "Mate."

Camila felt nothing for Henry as she turned to stare at his face. She was afraid of him, as Henry held her right hand in a tight, possessive grip.

Henry could inhale Camila's fruity scent, and Camila could inhale the smoky scent from him, but she really wanted to pull her right hand away from him.

With his car's headlight still on, Henry saw the rising sun tattoo on Camila's forehead and knew immediately that she was from the Eastern Pack.

"Let me go!... Please don't hurt me," Camila begged, slightly afraid of Henry and the way his right hand had forcibly seized hers.

Just then, Thompson ran up to meet them, breathing heavily, not expecting that Camila could run so fast—like a cheetah.

"Alpha! You're here," Thompson said, trying to catch his breath. He knelt to the sandy floor, and to Camila's shock, she 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 swiftly asked him, "What happened?"

"Alpha, we saw her at the border 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, he saw that Henry's eyes never shifted away from the pretty young lady he was holding, not until he stopped speaking. Henry replied, "That's alright. She will have to come with me. I will be taking her back as one of our refugees."

"Refu-what?" Camila asked in shock, her blue eyes widening at the mention of refugees. She had thought foreigners were allowed to 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 slightly warned her. He did not want Camila to know he was affected by her. He chained and handcuffed her hands, then led her back into his blue car's front passenger seat.

"It's okay, Thompson. You can return to the border gate. If you see any suspicious person again, don't fail to arrest the person at the gate before you start questioning them, to avoid mistakes like this one."

"Understood, Alpha," Thompson replied, bowing apologetically before he left.

Henry walked back to the driver's seat and sat in. Just before he could start his car engine to drive off, he heard Camila crying.

Henry did not know if it was one of Camila's tricks to make him fall for her, and he wondered what kind of she-wolf she was. Her blonde hair was scattered, covering her face, and as it was night, he couldn't properly see her crying face.

Henry started his car, and since 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 were fraudulent to own such a magnificent white building.