Chapter Three

I lay under the stars, the night sky was a beautiful show. My eyes enjoy the glitter of stars.

Next to me on my right, I feel eyes on me, and as I look over, I see the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

"Beautiful night," Zare tells me.

"Yeah, I love the night sky."

"Me too." She smiles.

"So, do you plan on leaving now that your ankle is healed?"

Her ankle suffered a horrible bite from a zombie. It was a deep cut, which grew infected. Luckily, I was able to heal it with a few herbal remedies.

My mother is big on herbal remedies, even as a nurse, we're always a medicine-free house.

"I don't know." I see her forehead wrinkle and her face break into a frown. I know something is bothering her.

"You don't trust me?" I move the hair from her face, and I notice my touch makes her jump.

She looks at me for a long moment, her eyes staring directly in mind. I wish I could kiss her.

"I want to." I rub her cheek gently with my hand. Her skin was so warm, soft and smooth beneath my hand.

"But you have trust issues?"

"I don't know."

She stares off in the opposite direction, looking in the forest. I wonder what she's thinking about and what back flashes came to her mind.

"Zare, I will always look after you, you don't have to worry about being hurt by my pack."

I grab her hand, and instantly feel warm inside when she squeezes my hand.

"I didn't have much luck with my last pack outside of Sandy Shores before I gravitated here."

"What happened?" I see the hurt in her eyes, and I instantly regret asking the question. I know recalling the time will cause her pain, and I almost don't want to know.

"You don't have to tell me," I feel relieved that I said that before she started to speak.

"I was in this pack of three, and everything was fine at first. It was me, another girl named Cam and Navi." It hurt my heart seeing her frown at the name she struggled to even spit it out.

"I thought you changed into your werewolf once entering Sandy Shores, and sensing the zombies."

"I did "

I've heard of packs being started, before the wolves even made their presence known, this is called pre packing, before we even changed for the first time. I always thought of this as Ludacris. Why be in a pack before you're even a werewolf?

"And Navi?"

"He was a horrible Alpha, always putting Cam and I against each other. And I always came up short, she was always better than me, faster than me, and smarter than me."

I brush the hair from her face again. "All that stuff is over, that wasn't a true pack, because none of you guys were even werewolves, and Navi wasn't a true Alpha."

I actually feel annoyed at all this. This is a prime example of why packs shouldn't be started until the first wolf change. I gained so much knowledge naturally after I changed into my wolf for the first time, my feelings towards all of it changed. I wasn't upset or felt doomed to be an alpha. I felt proud, excited, and ready to lead.

"So the competition made you leave the pack?"

She shakes her head. I feel my heartstrings being pulled.

"Are you and Navi, a couple? Like a sexual thing?"

"No, he was with Cam." Her eyes analyze my face.

I nod, feeling relieved that she wasn't involved with him like that.

"Then how come you left the pack?"

She lifted up her flannel shirt that she was wearing, revealing bruises on her arm. They were definitely fingerprints, you can tell it was from being grabbed too hard.

I feel the anger take over my face, and I know it was turning red.

"I feel like showing up wherever this Navi is and teaching him what happens when you disrespect women."

She smiles. "It's fine now, he can't hurt me anymore.

I rub her cheek gently. "I would never let anyone hurt you."

"Just promise me, you won't tell anyone about it, I no longer wish to remember it."

"We didn't even have to speak about it anymore."

She moves closer towards me, and it throws me off a little. She's never really wanted my attention before. But I wrap my arm around her, pulling her into my body.

Getting a peek at Chetan's face, I know he is livid. Even from my spot many yards from where he sits, I can see the hatred on his face.