Zack was an ordinary teenage kid. He was made fun of for the birth mark of a moon he has around his eye. He never believed in the supernatural. Ever since he was little, he hated when people talked about the paranormal. He knew that there was no suc...
Just a head's up, but I'm gonna stop putting the last name of the Zacks'. Assume it's the main Zack unless I use "Henderson," to show it's not the main Zack.
Zack's POV~
My head was aching, and I was expecting the cold ground and the slight smell of a wet forest when I woke up. However, my senses felt other things instead. I awoke to what felt to be a comfortable bed.
I shot up, hoping that the things that have happened within the past week was all a bad dream. Then I could tell Brian how I feel. But it seems my hopes were crushed. Sure, I was in a bed, but I can tell this is not the Northern Light's Pack house. In fact, I don't know if this is a packhouse at all. For all I know, somebody might've picked me up and is now trying to keep me as a pet when they found me in fox form.
I looked around me to see if I can find anything that will tell me where I am. All I found was photos of a werewolf I haven't seen before. So, there's a good chance I'm in a pack house. Wait, can Rogue's have houses? Am I being kept by a rogue?!
As soon as I thought that, I hear and see the door open to reveal the same wolf that was in the photo.
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I back away from him in fear of what he'd do. He got closer to me as I backed away in fear, remembering what happened last time I had an encounter with a rogue.
"Hey, hey, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." Those words were calming and gentle. I didn't trust them though. He tried to touch me, but my fight instinct came to use as I slapped his hand away. Very hard too if it actually hurt him a bit.
He sighed to himself before hearing a knock at the door he came from. From the other side, I heard a familiar voice.
"John, how about you let him talk to someone he's familiar with?" John opened the door and let in a familiar, blue colored werewolf in.
"Been awhile, hasn't it Zack?" There stood the alpha of the Lunar Star Pack, Liz. She came over to my side and reached her hand out. I took it hesitantly as she pulled me to my feet. My stomach than growled and I groaned in pain as I did.
She frowned a bit before looking to the werewolf supposedly named John.
"I'll talk to him for now. And maybe send him back to Brian later. Just wait." John nodded and stepped out of the way. Liz motioned her hand to follow her as I quickly made my way behind her, trying to be careful of the other tall werewolf that owned the room.
We walked down the hallways of the packhouse and made it to the office. Damn, I haven't been here since that one time I tried to escape and mistook the pack territory for human civilization. She sat down at her desk and pointed to the chair in front of it.
"Sit here. I want to talk." I just nodded.
As soon as I sat down, a strong aroma filled the room and I looked to the direction of it. From another door, to the right of the room, came Ella. If I remember correctly, she's the mate of Liz. Which was proven correct as Liz took the basket of garlic and normal, fresh baked bread from her and pecked her cheek.
