You're A What? - 10

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The night after I went to the aquarium with Brody, Konan called me after dinner. My grandparents had to go meet with some pack members for something but promised they would be long so I was at the house by myself.

Unfortunately, he didn't have good news.

"What?" I whisper. "Is it the Artracs?"

"Yes, Danielle. It's taken us a while for full confirmation but it's them. They're after you."

I sigh and lean my head back on my pillow. This is just great. I'm never leaving here, ever.

The Artracs are a group of rogues that sort of formed their own pack. Hunting down my kind. Not werewolves, but white wolves specifically. And somehow they found out about me. Which is definitely not good. Not good at all.

They're vigilant, they are extremely dangerous. If they ever found me I would more than likely be dead. They're sneaky, and they know how to get someone. The last white wolf that I heard up over in Michigan was killed a few years ago by them.

They are merciless and they will kill whoever they have to in order to kill every last one on earth. I know because I know how they work. I've been watching them as they slaughter people since I was born practically. I've sat in the shadows being able to live while other people like me are slaughtered just because we're a little different.

Or worse than being killed, they take them as slaves. If one of them ever refused to go with them, they were killed. But being taken as a slave would be so much worse.

That also depends on if you have any of the white wolf blessings and curses. That would be important as well. If it's good, you're kept and sold to a pack. If it's bad, you're still pretty much killed on the spot.

They're ruthless, and to be caught by them would be worse than being hit with silver.

"What are we doing?" I ask. "Where are they now? Do I have protocols? Can I leave the house even? What am I-"

"Dani," Konan's voice cuts me off. "Calm down. As of right now, we don't know their exact location."

"What?" I question. "Then how in the world did you know that they were after me?"

"Father sent some warriors to help out one of our neighboring packs during an attack. They managed to capture a few of them and they caved. They said they were going after a white wolf of a royal family in the states."

I didn't say anything for a while, sort of taking it in while Konan continued. "I'm assuming that meant you, all considering that there's only twelve royal packs in the states and they were searching near us. There's only three royal packs on the east coast. Ours is the closest to where they were looking. I'm sorry baby sister, but they're trying to look for you."

I softly bite my lip, trying to resist the urge to cry. I've gone how many years under the radar, but now the one time I talk to someone outside of my pack someone finds out. The reason father said he sent me away, was because I talked to the alpha of the Benton pack.

Now that was true, he was there for a consultation or something with father. But I've grown up around this alpha my entire life and I've rarely even been in the same room as him because of my condition. Father never told me that he was here, or that he was going to be here. So I left my room and went down for some food. He was talking with a bunch of my pack members and I shared a few words with him before I left.

Apparently father didn't think he could be trusted. Otherwise he wouldn't be so angry with me. Someone must have found out from the Benton pack, and here we are.

So all of this really was because of me. Great. Da da da, I'm dead.

"Well that's just great," I say out loud. "Guess I might have to move to Mexico or something."

"Daniella Maria Nobell," Konan grumbles out. I tensed up at the use of my full name. I don't go by Daniella, so it's weird to hear it. Even from my family.

"Yes, Konan Orion Nobell?" I grumble back in a huff.

"Do not think for even a second that you are not worth protecting. Now, the pack is still looking around up here, so for the time being you're safe. Roman and I are leaving here tonight and we'll be there tomorrow morning sometime."

What? I do have to admit hearing him say he was going to come see me made me a little happy. But then I felt guilty. He shouldn't have to uproot and do something just for me.

"Konan, you don't have to. Just because I might be in dang-"

"That's all the reason to do it," Konan whispers. "This isn't a debate. This is happening and you're going to deal with it. I already told father that whether he liked it or not we were going."

I can't help but smile after that. I know that my brothers love and care for me. That's been obvious since day one. I know that I'm loved, I just feel bad that someone could get hurt protecting me.

"Theo wanted to tag along, but mother won't let him."

I giggle a little bit, "Does Theo even know how to throw a punch?"

"No," Konan admits, which makes me laugh again. "Not really. He hasn't been training as much. He could kill a rogue if need be, but how well? That's a good question."

I talk to Konan a bit longer before he has to go. With me saying that I loved him and that I was excited to see the two of them when they get here tomorrow.

He said the same thing, said a farewell and hung up, leaving me to my own thoughts. I'm obviously excited to see my brothers, as I hadn't seen them in a month. But there were so many unanswered questions.

How long were they going to stay here? How much does the Artrac pack know about me? How close are they to finding me? What are they going to do once they find me? Am I safe here? Will I have to move?

So many questions and not enough answers.

God, I punch my pillow angrily. Why can't I be normal? I only want to be normal. I'm sick of all the tests, all the seclusion, all the hiding and running. I just want to be a normal werewolf. Which, saying that out loud isn't normal either, being a werewolf. But you get the picture.

I hate having to hide who I am. And I really wish people would stop making me do that.

I groan and lay my face, face first down into my pillow. This was a literal disaster. But I didn't know that it was about to get even worse.

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