I didn't have a choice but to stay in the clothes I got the day before. I opened my door and found Emma outside it with clothes in her hand. More jeans and a dark blue shirt that looked like it had a band name on it. I took them and walked back into the room, gently closing my door. I picked up the shirt and saw it was a brand name on it. I changed into the clothes, opening the door to find Emma still there.
"Come on Andrew. Noah just arrived." My younger sisters said as they latched onto my hand. I looked back to see Emma laughing slightly then looked ahead.
"You guys said he was here." I heard a male voice said. My sisters dragged me into the room and right before me was a ginger haired boy. His eyes found mine and lit up with excitement. He cheered before running over and wrapping his arms around my stomach and lifting me in the air.
"Drew, you're alive!" The ginger haired boy said. Memories rushed to me as I patted the boy's back.
"Why is your hair white?" Noah asked.
"Wolfsbane." I answered.
"Why are your arms wrapped. Shouldn't they be healed?" Noah asked again.
"He yanked all the needles, cords, tubes and wires out of his arm when he woke up in the hospital. It should be healed but because the amount of the wolfsbane it's still leaving his system so his healing process has been slowed down." I heard her say. I turned and saw Emma walking down with the boy. It was strange to see two people who aren't mates be that close.
"And you are?" Noah asked. He finally set me down before poking me in the ribs a few times.
"Emma." She said. I saw the boy drop his arm immediately and look between me and Noah.
"You're really skinny. Did they feed you correctly?" Noah asked. I gave him a look before hitting him on the back of his head.
"I wasn't on vacation. What do you think the answer is?" I growled.
"Definitely a no. Let's get you some food." Noah said. My crazy best friend grabbed my arm and began dragging me off in a direction.
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The food tasted amazing but I couldn't eat much. I ate what I could despite what Noah said. I looked up from my food to see my best friend with barbecue sauce on his nose and around his face. I simply tossed a napkin at him and went back to my food.
"Did you ever try to escape?" Noah asked. I looked up from my food and set my fork down before leaning back in my chair.
"Yeah. When they let me go through the first shift. I tried escaping. I hurt the man's wife then took off. I didn't get far until the shot me with something that turned me back to a human. The captured me again and dragged me back to the cell. It turned out I ended up killing the man's wife. He was so mad he carved a word into my back." I said.
"What was the word?" He asked.
"Murderer." I mumbled.
"How did you escape?" My father asked.
"They were taking me to get something and when they were distracted I ran. I didn't look back, I just ran as fast as I could. I had to run in human form since I don't really have contact with my wolf for obvious reasons." I said.
"That's when he came to our pack. Some border control killed the hunters. They took him to get medical help and contacted my dad." Emma said.
"What do you think would have happened if they did catch you?" I heard my brother ask. I went tense and shook my head no. I didn't have to think about what would have happened. I already knew what would have happened. He told me the same day he carved murderer into my back. If I had ran off again then he would give me the worse death a wolf could get. I could hear his voice echo in my head and shivered. It wasn't a pleasant memory.
"I'd rather not say." I said.
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Skylar's POV
"They're dead and the wolf is gone. He's lucky he didn't meet you." One of my hunters said. I screamed in rage and threw my knife to the side. I would find this royal wolf and kill him. He killed my best friend when he first shifted.
"Where is the wolf?" I shouted.
"He's in a pack. They're the ones who finished that group off." She said. I nodded my head as I leaned forward.
"In two days we attack this pack. I want the royal dead." I said. They all looked at each other before nodding. I snatched the picture that the last gave me, a week before he ran away. He was a beautiful boy and if he hadn't killed my best friend then maybe I would have been kinder to him. Yet he signed his death certificate the second he laid a claw on my friend.
His hair had turned white which had made me wish they used less wolfsbane. His bright blue eyes still shined despite what he had gone through. It saddened me the most that they failed to feed him a decent meal. He just got the scraps of their dinner which wasn't much. He was sickly skinny in the photograph. You could tell he was tall too. The torture he went through wasn't what I wanted him to go through. Yet it was my father who gave that group the order. My best friend and the four others who were with her were just young like I was. I had killed my father when I was sixteen and now I sat here at eighteen. I swore to kill the boy who killed my best friend. One way or another and I didn't care if I died in the process.
