Chapter Two

"You're beginning to sound a lot like my Mum," Shelly sighs, rubbing her arms. "She thinks I'm getting older and if I don't do lots of fun things now, I just might not get the chance to do them again,"

"Your Mum is right, like always," I smile at her, bottling up my puzzling fear. "You might regret it,"

Shelly's Mother remains my favorite aunt and my godmother. I love her for everything she holds dear. Sometimes, I silently wish she was my real mother. She's just the kind of mother I wish I had.

"I don't know," Shelly shrugs, puffing out a frosty breath. "I guess I'm just not cut out for the outside life,"

Her words almost go unheard as I finally spot what I've been searching for with my eyes.

"There it is!" I shriek excitedly, pulling her along. We hurry to a barricaded area and I smoothly jump through the barricade.

Shelly has to wait till one of the guards opens a passageway for her, not after confirming she's up to eighteen.

She walks up to me with a frown. "That man just asked me if was up to eighteen,"

"Well, it's not very obvious," I chirp, gesturing at her flat chest, flat butt, and childish voice.

"Don't be mean, Aaliyah," she scoffs, making me laugh out loud. "I don't just get what he needs that answer for,"

We shove our way through the crowd till we get to the front row and there's a tent in front of us.

"Because you got to be more than eighteen to be allowed to watch that,"

Her gaze follows my gesture and her orbs are popping out. "Aaliyah!"

"What?" I ask innocently, muffling my chuckle.

"You said you wanted to watch a fight!"

"This is the fight, stupid," She arches a brow and I explain further, "Two men fighting for who's gonna cum first inside a woman's pussy. What's a better fight than that?"

"You're disgusting,"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," My lips water as I watch the live porn going on in the transparent tent.

I'm a sucker for erotic videos and magazines, which makes it fucking unbelievable that I'm still a virgin. You could say I'm still waiting for the guy who meets my sexual fantasy.

Gasps fill the area as one of the burly men hurls the big-boob woman in his arms, fucking her pussy, while the other man stands behind her and shoves his dick into her asshole.

A moan slips from my lips and I feel my panties wet from my arousal.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Shelly says, retching and stepping away from me. Prudish as hell.

I keep watching them with eyes wide open. Something about having two dicks shoving in and out of a female feels thrilling to me. Would love to try it out someday. To be honest, it's the top three on my bucket list.

A deafening ovation erupts when the man shoving into her pussy hole cums inside her first. The other was yet to reach his orgasm.

The ovation turns into screams and soon, everyone is running in different directions.

Panic rips my heart and I force my wobbly legs to move. I find Shelly throwing up at a corner and I pull her along.

"What's going on?" She asks, breaking into a sob. We're practically running now, but not sure of which way to head.

"I don't know," and that's a huge problem. I need to know what's going on.

I grab a female running past us and she quickly bows as she recognizes me.

"What's going on?" I ask her, trying not to sound very frightened.

"Ni…ht…Wa…l…er...Pack," Her voice is barely coherent, but I fix the dots and make sense of it.

I go pale as the realization hits me. NIGHT WALKER PACK! FUCK!!

"We need to head back home," I say forcefully, blinking back my tears. I need to get to Father. I need to make sure he's alright.

Gunshots. The pungent stench of wolfsbane. The unnerving sound of knives slitting throats. Howls of werewolves, pulling out the hearts of their victims. Smoke from houses already set on fire. NIGHT WALKER PACK came prepared.

Somehow, we maneuver through the chaos and run into the woods. I know my way around it, courtesy of my million-night escapes.

I morph into my silver wolf and I hear Shelly do the same. We run hysterically through the trees, bashing into branches and not feeling shit.

My heart is racing and I can't seem to get a hold of it. Father and I argued before I sneaked out. I told him it would feel less suffocating if he wasn't around. Maybe that's why my heart is in a marathon right now. It's the fear of not being able to take back what I said.

I need to get home sooner. I need to tell him I'm sorry and I need him around always because he's the best thing that ever happened to me. I need to tell him that I love him and I'm never gonna be a rebellious child again. I'll be more like Shelly now, I just need him to be okay when I get home.

I get to the edge of the cliff and I'm about to take a major leap into our sparse front yard.

"Shit!" I groan in pain, rolling over till my back hits a tree. The pain forces me to change into my human form. I look up at whoever it was that knocked me off my paws.

"Aaliyah,"

"Get out of the way," I say in anger, rushing to the edge but he pulls me back.

"Aaliyah!!" He rasps, hurling me to the ground. I groan as my ribcage hits hard on the ground.

Chris -fucking- Reeves, the Gamma's son and the best warrior in our pack. It's suicide going against him in combat, but right now, he's standing in the way of me and my Father so I have no choice.

"Get out of my way, Chris," I warn him.

"Shut the hell up for a second and listen, " he snaps. "You can't go home,"

"What?" I scowl at him. "Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?"

"Aaliyah, please. Don't fight with him," Shelly says, amidst sniveling.

"She can fight all she wants. But I'm never gonna let her go down that cliff," Chris huffs, taking the pose to morph back into his wolf form.

"Stop crying, Shelly. This isn't a funeral," I snap at her, hating how affected I'm getting by her cries.

"Aaliyah, listen. Please," Chris says calmly, coming to hold my hand. "You can't go home,"

"Why?" I ask, almost breaking into tears. "Father is waiting for me…"

"He waited,"

"What?"

"Your Father waited for you, Shelly," Chris reiterates.

'Waited'. He's using past tense. Why?

"What– what are you trying to say, Chris?" My heart thuds harder against my chest.  I feel like I'm not ready for whatever he has to say. But I need to hear it.

"Your Father is gone, Aaliyah," He announces.

Seconds pass and no one says a word. His face betrays no emotion, and that's because he has a natural stern face. Comes with growing up in a war zone.

"That's a lie," I push him away. "My Father would never go anywhere without me!"

"Don't you get it?!" He yells, ruffling his dreadlocks. "The Alpha is gone. He's dead. The Night Walker Pack army slit his throat right on his seat."

"What?" And right there, my first tear rolled down my eyes. And it is a million miles away from being my last.