The Next Alpha

Part 9

*Lucas King- 18 years old *

~Taylor's POV~

Lucas had gone back into the house. I was still bewildered. Lucas, is a wolf? Then, Kyle must be a wolf too! Oh no, no. This can't be happening. No way. It's not possible. Werewolves are real? My mouth fell open. Kyle started walking towards me. I ran to the door. I was still sore. My wounds may be gone, but I still hurt like a bitch, but that didn't stop me. I made it into the house. Kyle was still in the backyard. He was running his hands through his hair, messing it up in that sexy way he wears it. Shut up Taylor. He's a werewolf. I reminded myself. Kyle looked so hurt, like he was betrayed. I can't do this. I put on my shoes. I ran out the door. I don't know where I am or how to get back home, but I'm going to. It wasn't until 20 minutes of walking did, I realize, I still had my phone.

I pulled it out of my pocket, I hit speed dial 4: MOM.

1 was voicemail, 2 were my brother, Colton. 3 were from my mom. My mom had to be freaking out right now. I forgot how much I missed them. I dialed mom. She picked up, her voice was raspy, as if she was crying all night.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Mom?" She sighed in relief.

"Can you come and pick me up?"

"Where are you?" I couldn't hold it in anymore. Everything that happened today and yesterday. I broke down. I cried into the phone, "I-I I don't know. Uh, there's the woods behind me, and a quick trip, the address on the quick trip is 6629 if that helps any."

"I know where you are. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Stay put." I could hear her rummaging for her keys. I sat down on the curb. It probably wasn't the best idea to be by myself, knowing there's werewolves, and people who supposedly want to kill me. I played games on my phone silently trying to pass the time.

Sure, enough ten minutes later my mom's old beaten-up pick-up truck skidded to a holt on the side of the street I was on. I ran over to the passenger side and hoped in. I was ready to get home and forget about everything. I mostly wanted to soak in a boiling hot Epsom salt bath.

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The drive back to the house was long and silent. I hated silence. It was usually always awkward and uncomfortable. She pulled into the driveway. I didn't waste one second before hoping out and running into the house. There laid Carly in the middle of the living room floor. My heart stopped. I loved this little girl with all my heart. She laid there on her stomach, coloring. I can't believe I could have lost her. Better me than them. But I'm glad we're all okay. Once she noticed I had walked in she jumped up and encircled her tiny little arms around me. I laughed. She looked up at me, her chin resting just above my belly button.

"Tay, where were you? You had mamma really worried." I patted her head. I didn't dare say anything. I knew it would be best to keep my mouth shut about everything. I walked right into the kitchen; I was starving. I couldn't find anything, so I ran up to my room. I plugged my phone in so it would charge. I plopped in bed. I cozied up unto my sweet spot. I drifted off into a deep sleep, but it was not dreamless. I dreamt of Kyle running at me, raging mad, then he would jump at me about to pounce but in mid jump his clothes would rip, and he would shift into a 6-foot-tall wolf. The wolf would chase me down until I couldn't run anymore. Once he caught me, he snapped at my limbs, his long, pointy, sharp canine teeth eventually tearing out my throat. I woke up screaming. I found myself wet. No, I hadn't peed in the bed. I had been sweating in my sleep. My body temperature scary high. I was terrified. My little sister soon burst through the door holding a plastic pink Tonka toy. She looked around nervously making sure I was here, and alive. I chuckled. My LITTLE sister came up here to make sure I was okay, and she didn't even have a real weapon. I adore her. She noticed I was fine, then ran over to me. She hopped into bed. Her knees folded and her feet were tucked behind her. She folded her hands together than began to speak.