Pack 3- Alaskan Wolf 1

Her heart races, heat radiating from her curved ball position and head throbbed as Mingan lay in the backseat of Adriel's car. That had been her first meeting with the boy, and it felt as if she had lost a family member.

Adriel parks the car and opens the backseat door. Lifting her up. She wraps her arms around his neck, the concrete ground seemed so far away, looking down almost two metres. In his arms, since they were younger, picked her up in his arms. A way of comfort for her, though now slightly embarrassed by it.

"Ad' uhm, you can put me down, please" she whispers awkwardly looking into his soft cocoa brown eyes.

"I thought you were sleeping," his thick voice says laced in an apologetic tone replies and proceeds to slowly put her down. She fixes the creases on her skirt and looks up at him with swollen pink eyes. His hand reaches and fingertips softly brush above her eyelids. Her stomach flutters, confused by her reaction, she quickly pulls away to ask, "Where are we?"

He turns around and faces forward from blocking her view. Follows his line of sight and points towards a house. The house is unkempt and poorly maintained. The front lawn's a crisp green colour, though, leading to up to the porch wood damp and moulding. The house a cream dirt, but she assumes its original shade, white.

"An abandoned house?" she asks, confused.

"My abandoned house," he says while working to towards the front door.

She internally cringes and follows him with a whispered 'sorry'.

"It's okay, it's far from a home to begin with," he says with a nonchalant shrug.

"Why's the grass so well-kept?" trying to change the subject.

"It's the only thing I still look after," he says and opens the front door.

She gets a sense of digging herself a grave, promising herself to be silent. They step inside, and the house's interior was no better than the outside. The wood flooring creaks each step they took, and the faint fragrance of alcohol and cigars lingered in the air.

"Wait, why we at your house?" she asks, breaking her internal oath and pauses midway in the hall. "We might be in danger" he says and turns around to face her.

"My dad's usually at the warehouse till midnight, and those sniper dudes might be tracking us. We'll stay the night and then leave for your place in the morning."

"Why are we hiding? As in, what are me and you hiding for?"

"Because we both werewolves." Adriel calmly states.

She stares wide-eyed at him in disbelief. Mingan was uncertain herself of whether or not she might be an actual werewolf. Furthermore, hadn't felt any 'turning sensation' of any kind and also not only has Adriel realized that she may be one, but he included himself.

"Why do you think I- I mean, we might be werewolves?" I let out with a sigh.

Adriel's expression contorts, and I interpret it as a 'How could you not realize?'

"Think about," he says out loud.

"I know I've always been an odd kid, but so have you. We've seen each throughout our lives and I started acting weird after puberty. Maybe it's different for female and male werewolves' growth…" he goes off on a rant.

"Stop!" she yells and cutting him off before he can finish.

"Stop saying that word," whining in desperation. The ache from the prior events still lingered and aggravated her, hearing the word.

She takes her hands to her head, attempting a way to block any thoughts of "This damn werewolf thing, this whole has turned the world into chaos" mumbled under her breath. A warm embrace hovers over her and looking up to Adriel, he sympathetically whispers, "it's okay".

"So far two innocent people have died and pretty sure there are countless others still being executed. For what?! It makes no sense. That boy said we've been living in peace. That boy is, also, is- gone now," sobbing. She sunk her head and, burying it into his chest.

"I just want to live a normal life, finish high school and get a regular job or something," she tells him, muffled from his white shirt. Pulling away from the stench of blood, she only now notices the blood from the boy had stained Adriel's shirt. She traces her fingers over the red and pink stains, a stark contrast from the pure white. He groans softly at my touch, and I pull away, embarrassed. He swiftly walks away, and a door squeal open.

"Hurry up," he yells over to me.

'What was that?' she wonders, but shakes it off entering his room.

The bedroom's interior completely different, almost as if his room was forced to mesh into the rest of the house. Settling down on his bed in the corner, taking in the fresh painted walls a lilac blue, assortments of musical instruments from guitars, to a drum set and clothing laying on the floor.

"It's clean," not meaning for her to say out loud, she pulls a cringed grin, and he chuckles.

Adriel orders pizza, they eat on opposite sides of his in silence. The television blasted away an episode of 'The Willowed Heights' and comedic laughter from the audience blaring. The TV cuts to another siting of a werewolf and their termination, but she promptly grabs the remote and turning off the screen. The sound of knocking against the front door, howled into the room like a whisper. "Maybe, your dad's key got lost," she states, taking a bite of the vegetarian pizza and Adriel rushes across the room and tosses a bag at her head.

"What the-" annoyed, she starts off, but gets abruptly cut off by Adriel wide-eyed, slowly mouthing.

"My dad-in all the years- of knowing him, has never-never not once -ever knocked on his own house door," a hitched breathing in panic.

Remembering how his dad… persona of 'My house, my rules' type of man. She sprung up, alert, in realization of what his implying.

'It's them. The sniper-dudes.' Her mind rattled.

Adriel stuffs a bag with his clothes, money from up in a safe in his closet and proceeds to quietly open the window, nudging her to go first. They make our way hunched over, in an almost crawl, around the back of the house. The knocking halts and we do too. Listening intently, they hear the sound of the door creaking open. Several footsteps echo against the wood floor. In a rush, they sprint and reaching his car.

Adriel chooses to push the car off the driveway rather than fully turn it on, before getting in next to her. Driving away, unscathed or detected. They attempt to hatch up something sort of plan.

"We can't go to your house," Adriel sternly says.

"What- why not? What if they are danger too?" she argues, confused.

"We'll lead them straight to your mother and brother who may or may not be- well, those creatures too," he blankly states, and she nods stiffly in agreement. "I mean, yeah you're right we still don't know what's going on, and dragging anyone else is just making it worse."

"You get struck by lightning on the way?" Adriel asks turning to her while hands at the wheel.

"You were with me the whole time, what are talking about?" she counters, and he flops down the black leather in front of her. Revealing a mirror she belly laughs at her dishevelled hair and strands standing haywire. He lets out a bit of a chuckle watching her scurry about, flattening it with the palms of her hands. The night begins to draw close, the wind whistling through the open windows of the car.

"So, where are we going?" she prompts, sleepy and resting her head against the window. The dark sky, laced with silver sparkles of stars and the moon nowhere in site.

"On a road trip out of town," he answers, and they drive into the night.

"To the old place?" with a yawn.

"To the old place," he affirms.