My Pack Gone AWOL

Chapter 2 - I Can Smell The Death

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They found her naked, a massive slice through her neck. Whoever it was that killed her, obviously showed no mercy. Because the knife that lay beneath her hanging body was covered in coats and coats of wolfsbane.

A very strong and deadly wolfsbane.

It was so fucking strong that if it touched you, you'd be infected with a, 10% survival rate, illness. But in poor Teegan's case, if it managed to get into your blood system, well damn, you were dead. Seeing Tegan there was so heartbreaking, I finally saw a human emotional side to her but now she was gone.

There was only one clue and it was written over the back of my old phone.

Expect the unexpected.

If I ever saw that killer, he was going to pay. I would grab a knife and stab it in his damn throat. No one deserved to die this way. Not to be hung like some object in the middle of dark forest and launched like this to the public.

As I clenched and unclenched my fists, I turned and stalked off. Hearing quiet giggles and whispers.

"She looks like she's going to explode, what's her problem?"

That annoyed the fuck out of me, I turned and grabbed the collar of her shirt. She was a new girl to our highschool, one of the noobs who thought they were top shit. Her friends were taking pictures of the body and posting to all social medias. They all had their straight hair and tarantula eyelashes, their lips chapped so much that if touched it, your pores would instantly be sticky and full of that shit. "Watch your mouth, you are in no position to take pictures of this and be sharing with all your little followers because you didn't know her and you are nobody. You hear me? Now get the fuck out of here and I better not see this over my instagram feed."

I let her go and she tripped over her own feet, served her right. I could feel my wolf growling and howling but I tried to stay calm. It wasn't working, so I knew I had to go and get out of this environment and this.. scene.

I jogged away and quickly transformed into my white wolf, my wolfs red eyes scanned the horizon and quickly ran. I relaxed as she did the work. Was it so bad to say that the pack was named after me? I mean, in all modesty.

But the story goes that when I was little, I had saved someone's life and she had been the alphas wife. It wasn't my best friends mum but that's okay. We were called the Pure White Fern because my wolf was named Fern and I was the only pure white wolf in our pack, and pretty much our country. Kind of silly but it made me special, kind of cool.

We finally reached his back door and sat down, howling loudly.

I heard him grunt as he opened the backdoor. He looked down and his frown flipped upside down, so fast that if you'd slowed down a video of it, you still wouldn't see it.

"Fern! Una! Come inside, just go into my bedroom and take the clothes you left over when you came. I'll be in the kitchen."

I felt myself blush and Fern was buzzing, we quickly entered and Fern padded up the stairs. Once I had switched and changed, I crept to the kitchen and scared him. The smell of fear and surprise clung to him.

"Jesus Una, give a boy a scare like that and you may not get your steak burger."

I punched his arm lightly and groaned, "not my steak burger! You are a horror."

"What can I say, I was born from the devil." We both said nothing before cracking laughing, once we had stopped, tears were rolling down our face. I wiped my cheeks with my sleeve and frowned.