Fuck You, Mate

Chapter 2: Killed On Sight

Two days.

It took me two whole days to run all over the state, visiting every pack in existence here, with my pheromones practically gushing out like a river.

Every fucking route would have some of my scent on it, so they'd never be able to track down the pack I actually went to.

I couldn't possibly bring more trouble to my people by leading a bunch of unfamiliar wolves there.

And unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave behind my glass slipper so Prince Charming had nothing to go by.

Except for the scent of my pheromones but I believe I took care of that issue, for now.

For the past two days and two nights, I'd been on the move. Running, running and did I mention, running?

Which is why it made my heart swell with relief at the familiar sight of Cedros Forest, the one I ran out from.

Unfortunately, it was crawling with wolves, all part of the Royal guard. The wolf I ditched two days back must be an important person in the King's court, only explanation for the special treatment.

I did hear talk about the Lsarva Pack hosting the Royal family or something. Small packs like my mine weren't really affected by it though.

I walked along around the perimeter of Pack Lsarva, nearing the borders of my own home. The process was slow, having to avoid all the patrolling wolves, but aim was to avoid causing a commotion so I continued patiently.

Half an hour in, I crossed over into my own territory, breaking into a run.

On my way to the pack house, I heard heard a few exclamations of shock and surprise, mixed with joy.

"Emral!"

"Emral is back, inform the elders! Quick!"

A female voice was particularly distinct to me, my mother's.

On a rare occasion, I ignored the pack members completely, dashing straight towards the pack house.

Right outside the door, I shifted. Appearing butt-naked outside the main door I shamelessly pulled the door open and scurried inside.

First things first, a bath.

I was filthy.

*****

An hour and a half had passed when I came out of the bathroom feeling thankfully refreshed. Except for the lack of sleep, ofcourse.

I raked a hand through my hair, finding it soft and no longer sticky with sweat. A soak in warm waters had eased my muscles a bit, but a dull pain still remained from the overexertion.

Instead of cozying up on my bed for a long nap, I pulled open the door of my bedroom, heading to the main hall where I knew the pack elders would be waiting.

The pack house, or what was left of it, was very simply designed and in a few seconds I stood at the door of the main hall.

I'd barely raised my hand to knock on the door when it opened from the inside and I was pulled in by my arm.

It was my mother. Before she could drag me along further, I casually pulled free, rolling my sleeves up.

Facing the people in the room, four men, two old women, my mother and a girl my age, I opened my mouth;

"So, what are we all gathered here for?"

My mother made a face of dismay while one of the men in the room, a man in a wheelchair went red in the face.