Dan Howell is a werewolf?

Chapter 2

I finally arrived in England. I had dressed in one of my nicer outfits in case I met Dan. Now I'm sorely regretting it. As I disembark I wind up in the 'gift shop area' on my way to baggage claim. I hear a familiar voice and look around trying to find the owner, Dan Howell. I smile in disbelief and his eyes lock on mine. Something smells amazing, but before I can investigate a crowd of people buffer me to baggage claim. Before I was out of range though, I did manage to hear this, "Who was that." Dan asked breathless. "I don't know Alpha, she's not from this pack." Was Phil's only reply. I vaguely remember wondering what they were doing in the airport before the big pink elephant crashed on top of me. Dan Howell is a werewolf. Not just any werewolf either, he is the alpha or leader of the British pack. No wonder he acts like he is in charge of Phil, even though Phil is 4 years older. The next thing I'm aware of is leaving the airport with my luggage in tow. I breathed in the fresh cool air. "C'mon Oak." I said gently, his leash hanging loosely in my hand. "Why did you put me in a harness!" He complained. "So that you could walk instead of being jammed into a cat carrier." I said barely suppressing a giggle. We walked along the streets of London taking in the sites as we made our way to the hotel. We were staying at a hotel named "Queen's". When we arrived I checked in and she gave me my key. I needed to check out the apartment I was looking into before we could finalize the deal. So, until then I was staying at the "Queen's" hotel. I set up everything that was necessary, such as my computer and Oakley's necessities.