Unexpected visit.

Light-POV

"Reject him!" My fathers words kept on repeating in my head preventing me from thinking straight. The minute he said that, my mother had dragged him out of the house to calm him which made it obvious that my mom was on my side. I dropped myself on my bed wishing i would drift off and never wake up (drama queen) but the sooner i find a way out of this, the better.

As i was swimming in my thoughts of how scured i was, i received a text message. It was form Marcy.

'Girl get ready. Um comin.' Short and the most scariest text of my life. Marcy can't come here. She's never been here before and i made sure to keep her away from my house and the packs territory to keep her safe. I immideately called her.

"What do you mean you are coming?"

"You bailed on me and i told you that i was going to make this the best birthday ever. Since you're sick and can't come here, the least i can do is be with you. So, ya. Um comin." She hanged up so she can't here me refuse. Fear heated my entire body like the sun was trying to burst out of my chest. Marcy doesn't know that i am a werewolf. It is dangerous for a human to just walk in to our territory. The border petrols would stop her or worse, they might attack her for a truspasser. NOT ON MY WATCH.

I mind lincked any one i can reach that my human friend would be visiting and warned them that any pack or werewolf involved activities must be invisible to her. I told them that there was no harm to be done to my friend and the guards to keep hiden.

I rushed out of the house and went to the bus stop just out of our territory with my dads' car. Marcy called again and asked which turn she should take. I have once told her that we live near the woods but there were many intersections that might lead her to other territories which were dangerous as i told her to wait at the bus stop painted brown. When i reaches there, i found her standing near the stop with her phone in her hands. When she saw me, she waved like a little kid and jumped into the car.

"I know you said you lives near the woods but i didn't know it was this far." She commented when we reached home. I stopped the car infront of the pack house and jumped off. I was paying attention to every little detail as she was looking around. Most of the wolfs were looking our way but kept dodgeing us because of the message i sent out earlier. But then i heard someone call me from behind. "Light, hey Light!" There is only one person in this pack that never takes any of my commands seriously. Noah kalven. A fourteen year old who i adore and take care of as my own little brother. He jumped infront of us with a smile showing off his perfect white teethes.

"Hey, didn't you hear me? I was wondering if you can help me with..."

"Noah" i stopped him and cleared my throat. Then he finally noticed the new face next to me. "Who is this?" Marcy asked.

He told her his name and threw his hand her way preventing me from talking. As they were shaking hands, Noah asked me through the mind link "Human?" I gave a simple "Be cool!" as an answer.

"I didn't know you were with your friend. Sorry, i'll find you later." Said Noah and walked away. He was wearing a black shorts and sneaker shoes and was bare chested. Werewolfs don't usualy feel the need to cover up like humans do.

Noha might be forteen but he was born with his wolf which was very rare. Normal werewolf get there wolfs on their 18th birthday but he has been talking to his since the day he was born. Which made his transition special. Werewolfs who are born with their wolfs have a risk of turning any time. And that risk could cost them their lifes as their body might not be strong enough to mange the pain when they turn for the first time, which could lead to death. That is why i am always on the look out when it comes to Noah. Since it is uncertain of the day he would turn, i have people keeping an eye on him at all times.

"He's half naked!" Whispered Marcy with a smirk on her face. I rolled my eyes at her and replied "He's fourteen, Marcy!" and quickly dragged her into the house before someone else decided to talk to us.