Tainted (COMPLETE)

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Ch 6

NOW

"He's an Alpha though," I said my brow furrowing in confusion. "Doesnt that give him a little leeway?" I questioned. Kian sighed and rubbed his temple with one hand. "The thing is Azalee, is that it doesnt matter who does it, its against the law. Werewolves are born not made my dear. Made ones tend to make things..." he paused, searching for the right word. "A little messy," he finished.

"No one knows whats wrong with me," I told him. "Ezekiel never would have turned me if he knew this was going to happen," I assured him. "Actually yes I would have, there is no way I would have let you die," Ezekiel butted in. "You're not helping," I hissed at him. 'Neither are you," he hissed back. Kian held his hand up. 'Enough. The point of the matter is its treason, under normal circumstances you would both be put down, but there is always ways around the laws of our kind," he said, taking a sip out of his scotch.

"And what way is there around this law?" Ezekiel questioned. Kian smiled slightly. "Well Azalee is dying anyways, so theres no reason to put her down when shes just going to do it herself. This is bizaree to say the least. It could be in her blood, or something in that mutt Louis. But if it happens again, by someone else we might be able to cure it which is where the way around the law comes in," Kian explained.

"Youve caught our attention," I said, I was getting really tired and this wanna be high society socialite Head Alpha werewolf was wearing thin on my already to thin nerves. "Find the cure and he and you live. Dont and you die and he gets put down," Kian said smiling.

THEN

The school nurse sent me home that day with a diagnoses of the flu and a note for my brother saying I needed to go to the Dr as soon as possible. Stella skipped out on the rest of the school day to play my nurse, but all she did was give me a migraine.

She was on her phone the entire time as I was laying in bed, dying of hunger but unable to keep anything down. "Who are you texting?" I asked finally, getting very tired of her constant clicking of her nails on the screen of the phone.

"Jonas, he says we need to get you to drink the blood or youll not transition," she said staring at her phone. "BLOOD!" I screamed as I shot up in bed. "You told me that was a Berry Blend shake! What are you trying to do to me Stella!" I got up and she looked up from her phone. "You're a werewolf Harry!" she said and then she burst out into annoying laughter. "No but for real," she stopped and collected herself.

"Ezekiel said you would do this and he also said to bring you to him if you did, so now we are going to go on a road trip!" she said excitedly and she grabbed my car keys. I followed her half wanting her to tell me who the hell this Ezekiel person was and the other half because she had my car keys.

"Stella Im not part of yours and Jonas' creepy little cult group," I followed her down my stairs and to my front door. "And frankly, if Jonas is into this weird shit you really should break up with him," I stated. Stella turned around as she opened the front door. "For the last damn time he's just a THING, now come on we have to go to Chicago." she told me. "Stella Elizabeth Hockhammer, I am not going to Chicago!" I hissed at her.

"Yes you are Azalee Marie Wilder!" she replied back to me. "Am not," I stated folding my arms. "Are," Stella said grabbing me and pulling me. I yanked back and she let out a scream as her shoulder popped out of socket.

****

I was a hot mess of panic when my front door rang. Stella, who was currently sitting on the couch crying because of the pain from her dislocated shoulder, had demanded that I text Jonas and Ezekiel to tell them to come fix her.

When I opened my door I made a disgusted face at Jonas who just rolled his eyes and walked in and then I stopped in my tracks. Who. In. The. Hell. Was. He!? This Ezekiel guy was ridiculously good looking, with brown hair and hazel eyes. He grinned at me and walked in. "You're drooling Azalee," he said as he walked past.

I wiped my mouth and closed the door.

I followed the guys into the living room where Jonas was kneeling in front of Stella. "This is so awesome!" Stella was saying between sniffles. "The fact that I nearly broke your arm is "cool"?" I asked her. "Well the fact that you had the strength to do it is!" she told me. "That and very impressive," Ezekiel said from beside me.

"Are you guys in a cult?" I asked out of no where. "Jesus Azalee you cant just ask people if there in a cult! Besides I told you! There werewolves! Youre one too now!" I looked at Ezekiel who at least had the decency to look amused. "I swear she didnt hit her head, I have no idea what she is talking about," I said, apologizing for my best friend.

"Oh no need to apologize," Ezekiel said. "Because you, Jonas and I, really are werewolves," he told me and then he smiled again, his face rearranging just slightly, his cheekbones becoming more prominent, his forehead just slightly higher in stature. His eyes...glowing. I looked at Stella who despite her pain was jumping up and down in her seat like she was a kid on Christmas morning waiting to open her presents. Jonas looked bored.

"You guys had her drug me right? Like Im tripping off of mushrooms or some shit? Am I in a gang now? Is this initiation? Ill warn you Im not good with a gun, or killing people for that matter," I stammered. WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SEE???

Ezekiel grabbed my arm and forced me to look at him. "You need to relax, listen and understand," he told me staring deep into my eyes. I nodded in agreement even though deep in my brain, my subconcious was yelling at me and telling me to run.

"You're a werewolf Azalee Wilders," Ezekiel said mirroring Stellas words from earlier. And the only thing I heard, wasnt words from my mouth but a scream from Stellas as Jonas popped her shoulder back into its socket.

I was a werewolf. A werewolf.

My best friend took me to a club.

and let me turn into a werewolf.

A werewolf.

Seriously! I was never going to make it through senior year.