CHAPTER 2

When my eyes shuddered open, I was laying on the ground.

I looked around. There were four folks encompassing me, counting Theo, the fellow who I had kissed at the party.

Wait. I had truly kissed a add up to stranger?

“Actually, you did,” Theo answered.

“Did you fair listen my thoughts?” I sat up, indeed in spite of the fact that my head was beating. I was sort of out of it right presently, but I was positive there was no way I had said that out loud.

“Yup.”

I limited my eyes at him. “How?”

“There’s something you ought to know, Raven. It’s the reason you’re here.” Theo’s blue eyes bolted on mine. “I’m a werewolf.”

He had I kissed somebody who accepted he was a werewolf? Note to self: never shakily kiss a stranger.

“I’m not a weirdo,” Theo said softly.

Okay, how did I clarify that? He may clearly listen my contemplations. “Obviously,” he agreed.

I stood up at that point. I required to get as distant absent as conceivable from Theo— expecting that was indeed his genuine name.

“It is,” he interrupted.

“Would you halt that?” I glared at him. “I don’t know how you’re able to tune in to me, but this has to be a few sort of trick. There’s no way you’re a werewolf.”

“Actually, I am.” Theo met my eyes. “We all are. Let me present you to my pack—we’re known as the Obscure pack.”

“Why is your pack called that?” I found myself inquiring. “Is it since you’re all terrible wolves?”

“It’s a long story,” Theo answered. I shrugged. “I’ve got all night.”

If he was going to make up a few bullshit story around being a werewolf with a pack title like Obscure, he ought to at slightest have a few meaning behind it.

He wavered for a minute. “Werewolves for the most part have gray hide, but it tends to be lighter in color. There are too a few ruddy wolves, but that’s unimaginably uncommon. Our pack is darker than all the rest. My pack individuals are all exceptionally dull gray in color. I’m as it were one of a few in the world.” He shrugged. “That’s portion of how we came up with the name.”

“And the other part?” I asked.

“It sounds a small bit threatening, doesn’t it? You inquired me yourself if we’re terrible wolves.”

“Why would you need to sound like awful wolves if you’re really not

bad wolves like you claim?” I found myself asking.

He met my look. “We have to keep the other werewolf packs on their toes. They require to know that they ought to never mess with us. And it works out that way—most of the time. Presently, let me present you to the others.”

Theo motioned to the fellow who was sitting to the cleared out of him. The fellow had longish blonde hair that fell into his temple and gray eyes. Like Theo, he was tall, strong, and fantastically good-looking. He reminded me of a Baywatch Lifeguard. “Raven, this is Colton.”

“Hey, Raven.” Colton flashed me a grin—a heart-stopping, gorgeous grin.

“And this is Rhys,” Theo went on, motioning to the auburn-haired guy with dull blue eyes. He was the most limited of the four, but they stood well over six feet. Like the others, Rhys was still truly muscular—more solid than any of the folks who went to my tall school.

“And Aiden,” Theo said, indicating his chin at the final fellow in the bunch: a fellow with dim brown hair, tan skin, and nectar brown eyes. Like the others, his body was shake solid.

Why were they all so solid? Were they, like, bodybuilders?

Theo let out a small chuckle. “We’re not bodybuilders. We are, in any case, werewolves. Werewolves normally have a higher extent of muscle—far more than the normal human.”

“There’s no way werewolves are real,” I answered, shaking my head. “Actually, we are,” Aiden talked up. “And you’re one of us.”

I looked over at him strongly, gazing at him like he had four heads. “I’m a werewolf?”

“It’s the whole reason I’m able to tune in to your thoughts,” Theo said discreetly. “When you kissed me, something happened—”

Colton pushed him and shook his head. “Not however. She’s not prepared for that.”

Theo looked from Colton to me. He gulped difficult and at that point pausedfor a long minute. At long last, he said,

“There’s something you ought to know, Raven.”

“What?” I inquired, uncertain of why I was indeed bothering to listen them out. I didn’t accept anything they were saying.

Or did I? Wouldn’t I have cleared out them if I truly didn’t accept them? Was it conceivable that a little portion of me was really engaging the plausibility that they and I were werewolves?

“Your guardians didn’t fair kick the bucket in a fire,” Theo told me. “That fire was set by their archenemy.”

“H-how do you know around the fire?” I reviewed that I hadn’t talked around my guardians or the fire at all when I had kissed him. I hadn’t known him long sufficient to conversation almost any of that.

“We were near companions of your parents,” Rhys clarified. “We made a guarantee to them numerous a long time back. We guaranteed them that we would take care of you in the occasion that something ought to ever happen to them.”

“We guaranteed to ensure you,” Colton added.

“That’s the reason we’re here. To secure you,” Aiden agreed.

I looked at each of them. If they were making this up, they would have had a few nerve. “Protect me from who?” I found myself questioning.

“Their adversary. The one who slaughtered them,” Rhys clarified. “And who would that be?” I pressed.

“His title is Milos Santorini,” Theo replied.

“He is the Alpha of one of the most capable packs in the world.”

“Why would he have needed to slaughter my parents?” I inquired. “Because of you.”

“Because of me?” Was he in a roundabout way accusing me for my parents’ passings? I wasn’t a goody two shoes, but I hasn’t ever done anything that would have made somebody need to murder my parents.

“Milos needed you to be his wife,” Theo clarified. “He needed you to run the show his pack nearby him.”

“Why me?” I questioned.

“Your guardians were both exceptionally effective werewolves. Your father was the Alpha of a exceptionally capable pack. Milos felt that, together, the two of you would run the show the world.”

I permitted what they were saying to set in, but at that point I shook my head.

“There’s no way any of this is genuine. Werewolves aren’t real.”

“Wanna bet?” Aiden asked.

Before I had a chance to reply him, Aiden started to unfasten his shirt, uncovering fair how chiseled his chest was. God damn.