Chapter 8

Chapter 8

My body was trembling with cold as I pushed my hands between my legs to keep them warm during the car ride. The woman was seated beside me, in the back while another man drove us. Glancing outside the window, I watched several buildings and houses past by. It reminded me of Frostshire, where I fled from.

There were countless houses on flames when I went to check on Dad. I wondered who all had lived among the tragedy—if my Alpha had lived. By now, the fire would've spread everywhere, burning town everything if it hadn't be out.

My brother was probably still there, wandering around, looking for me, hoping he'd find my dead body. It all happened so quick I still hadn't had a moment to think about it.

My stomach dropped when I thought about Dad and the way I found him dead in the house. He was killed, by someone from this pack.

The car came to a halt in front of an old, three-story house. The woman stepped out and motioned me to do the same. I was a bit hesitant when reaching for the door's handle. I could start running, but it wasn't going to take me far as I could be trailed by the Alpha, again and I doubt he'd let me live the next time.

But how could he trail me?

"Don't try to make any surprising moves," The woman warned while grabbing my wrist and taking me into the house. "You'll spend the day here, at my home."

We further walked inside and I caught a glimpse of the house. The chill from my fingers faded. It was warm inside. The furnishing was red brown and everything was open. There were two girls seated on the sofa's, a drink in their hands while a robe was around their bodies. Upon hearing us, they turned and instantly peered at me.

"Who's she?" One of them asked.

The elder woman dropped my wrist and stomped closer to the girls before taking away their drinks. "She's a guest and she'll be staying over here for the morning," She said, placing the glasses on the counter. Just behind the counter there were several shelves of alcohol and other drinks. "And how many times I've warned you. There's no drinking at this time of the day."

"Sorry, Madam."

Madam?

I blinked slowly as my body tensed. I snapped my mouth close before it could even open. I didn't want to go there. But the rumors. They were true. Female wolves belonging to the Silvertails were either dead or whores.

"It's fine," The woman shook her head and pressed her fingers between her eyes while the other two girls stood up. "Go prepare a bed for this girl and find some clothes for her as well. I don't need this rotting smell inside my house."

"Yes, Madam." Both of them said in a union before scrambling away from the room and disappearing.

I remained standing, away from the woman as she removed her coat and hung it. My eyes gazed around, finding an escape from here. There were several doors to the right, all of them closed. There was a wooden staircase just opposite of the fireplace which led upstairs, into the second storey of the house where I assumed the rooms were.

Severals clothes and glasses were over the sofa's and the table. There was a heavy floral scent lingering in the air, reeling my senses.

"It shouldn't be long before the Alpha will come for you," The woman turned to me and said, "Just a few long hours. Take some rest, shower and change your clothes. If you require food, you can ask any of the girls. Though, I'd suggest to stay in your room as soon as the sun falls. There'll be crowd here and it's not something you want to attend to."

She sat down on one of the sofa's, leaning her back against the cushion before opening her hair.

"What if I want to leave?" I asked her.

"That won't be possible. You heard the mighty man—I cannot let you out of my sight. Don't make this hard for me, girl." She snapped, giving her head a shake before her eyes clicked onto the sofa beside her. "Sit down."

My hands fell to my sides as I sat down and folded my leg over the other one. Everything in my body ached. I was in dire need to rest but I wasn't sure if this was the place.

At least it was away from the Alpha and his men.

The woman slipped her hand under her cheek and asked, "You don't have a scent. Why is that?"

"I haven't shifted—yet." I replied, fiddling with the hem of my jacket.

A smile spread over her face, "Ah, a runt."

It was common to hear it, from everyone. Back in Frostshire, I was placed lower than the omega's as well. Both my parents were werewolves, but I was never able to shift. I tried everything, mantra's, full moon and even forcing myself to think about the werewolf I'd become.

Nothing worked.

When my Dad realized I couldn't shift, he began to hate me and so did my brother. Soon, I was on the streets until a room was found for me in the pack house.

I didn't have much connection with other pack mates except for Kira who never dared to insult me. Everyone else had and a part of me was glad that they were all dead and the pack was destroyed.

I still couldn't come around to grieve for what happened in Frostshire. Dad's death was meant to make me cry, but I hadn't.

"How did you manage to escape after all? I heard everyone had died in the attack," The woman asked out of curiosity. "And why did you come here?"

I swallowed hard while trying to come up with words to explain what happened, "I lost my way. I didn't know I was going to be here," My voice broke a little. I learned forward and clasped my hands together. "Please, let me leave. You don't have to tell anyone and I promise, I won't come back. I'll go far away from here—"

Before I could finish, she began laughing and shaking her head, "Oh, darling. It isn't that easy. If the Alpha hadn't seen you or if the circumstances were any different, I would've let you go. But he has, and he isn't a merciful man. Be thankful you're still alive."

I sucked in a deep breath, understanding there was no one here who could help me to leave. That poor man died because of me.

She stood up from her seat and walked over to my direction, "Come. Your room and clothes should be arranged by now." Her hand wrapped around my arm and she forced me up.

I walked behind her and we went up the stairs. What was it with the people here? They were all heartless and cruel—or was it me? Being a runt was humiliating and degrading. It was hard to ever find someone who couldn't be rude.

The woman knocked on a door and waited for a moment before one of the girl's from downstairs opened the door. The girl was now only wear a night dress, her breasts exposed as a smile hung over her face.

"I've got the bed ready for her," She said, excitement in her tone. "And Lexi is drawing out some clothes. We'll make sure she showers before she rests or touches anything."

"Good," The woman responded before glancing at me and directing me to head inside. "Don't run. It's my first and last warning. I shouldn't see you outside the house. It's just a few hours and then your fate is in someone else's hand."

I swallowed hard and nodded, "Yes."