Chapter 11

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Calvin pulled out a map of the woods, and we all gathered around it.

"Okay," Calvin said. "The woods is tiny. There's no way they can hide in there. If we split up, we should be able to cover the whole area."

"How do we know they're even in there?" Amelia asked.

"They're a killing pack," Calvin said. "Of course they'll be in the woods. They might not live there, but there's bound to be shelters of some sort."

"We should go now," I said.

"No, we'll wait until morning," Dominic said.

"What are you, the Alpha?" I asked sarcastically.

Dominic looked down.

"Oh," I said. "You are the Alpha."

"We can meet in front of Marshy Trail at 10:30 tomorrow morning," Dominic changed the subject back to finding the "killing pack".

I wondered if there were any other packs out there like Dominic's. I had never heard of werewolves that didn't kill anyone. For all I knew, there could be more good than bad wolves.

"Jake Kremisky," I looked at Dominic. "Did he ever kill anyone?"

"I have no idea," Dominic said. "But his pack did."

"Great," I cleared my throat.

"Do you want me to take you home?" Sophie asked.

"No," I said. "I want to get back to the party."

I left the room, and walked back downstairs. Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes, but I managed to hold them back.

The overwhelming party atmosphere immediately greeted me. Things were starting to get wild. Half the guests looked drunk.

"Hey, new girl!" A drunk guy shouted. "Want to dance?"

There were about a thousand red flags thrown all over the ground, but I looked back up the stairs and thought about the pack.

"Sure," I said, walking up to him.

He had light brown hair and blue eyes, and was very tall. He took a small step forward, stumbling.

"You're not gonna dance sober, are you?" He waved a beer bottle in front of my face.

"Guess not," I ripped the bottle out of his hands and chugged it.

"Damn," he said, picking up two more bottles from the counter. He opened them both, handed one to me, and started dancing.

I chugged the second bottle, and joined him. I was less worried about the way I looked when I danced with Dominic, and I was happy to make a fool out of myself.

"What's your name again?," he whipped awkwardly.

"Lana," I said.

"Well, Lana, I'm Cade," he slurred. "And you look like you need another beer."

Cade grabbed another bottle and handed to me. I chugged it again, along with a few others.

"How do you do that?" Cade asked excitedly.

"I have no idea," I laughed.

Nothing was funny.

"Come here," he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me in tightly. He raised one fist in the air and pumped it to the beat.

I looked outside through the glass doors. A pool was lit with color changing lights.

Entranced, I snuck out of Cade's grip and started walking outside. My vision was blurry, and it was difficult for me to open the door. I stumbled outside, alone.

I walked over to the pool and peered inside, pleased with the colors. I leaned forwards to get a better look, and lost my footing. I fell into the pool.

"Help!" I screamed, trying to stay afloat in the deep end. I struggled to find the surface, like something was holding me under. I splashed and splashed, but the water had it's hold on me.

Something wrapped around me. It was an arm. I struggled against their grip.

"Lana! Lana, it's me! Calm down," Dominic's voice yelled.

I stopped moving and looked around. Dominic had his arm around my waist, and was swimming to the edge of the pool.

Sophie and Luke reached in and grabbed my arms, pulling me out. Dominic climbed out, and I sat worthlessly on the concrete, wet and miserable.

"Woah," I laughed.

"God, she's drunk," Sophie said. "How do you get drunk that fast?"

Calvin, Amelia and Mim also stood around me with disapproving expressions.

"She's had a rough night," Dominic said. "We'll let it go."

"Now I'm taking her home," Sophie sighed. She leaned down and grabbed my arm, pulling me up roughly.

"Good idea," Dominic said.

Sophie said something to me about not puking in her car, and I passed out in the front seat.

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