The Wolf Code

Chapter 1: Hot Guy and Friends.

I tap my fingers impatiently on the table, waiting for my turn to enter the room. Today's the day I have to receive yet another shot to put my wolf to rest again. The nurse glared at me, probably annoyed by my persistent tapping.

After the woman who came to my room to unlock the handcuffs released me and escorted me to the waiting room of Dr. Stone, who is the man in charge of the shots that shut down our inner selves, she told me I wasn't allowed to eat until I was done. Let's just get this out there.

Wolves LOVE food.

We have to have certain amount of calories in order for our bodies, much less our wolves, to even function correctly. It's hard enough just getting the little bit of food we recieve. And let me tell you something else.

Don't make a moody, tempermental, enraged, teenage girl/wolf hybrid with the stomach like a black hole wait in the back of a line for a shot, especially when she is starving.

After about thirty minutes of waiting, I was finally at the front of the line, and I wasn't happy. When the door opened and the doctor called my name, I practically pushed over him, ready for this whole thing to be over so I can get some food.

The nurses strapped my hands to a chain around a pole beside the bed, then left. Dr. Stone dug around a filing cabinet, eventually finding the right file. He sat in his chair, studing the file when the door shot open.

"Dr. Stone, we have a code red. Some teenage boys wolf took over. It seems his shot didn't work." A nurse with way too much makeup on and a way too small outfit announced.

The doctor muttered some indistinct words under his breath. He threw the open file at the end of the bed and stood up quickly, exiting the door.

"Wait! Am I supposed to just stay chained to this pole for God knows how long?!" I said, fustrated.

The nurse narrowed her eyes. "What else are we supposed to do with a mutt?" She said rudely as she shut the door.

I sat there listening to the silence, then something caught my eye. It was my file, sitting open at the end of the bed. Hm, I've never seen my file.

I lifted my legs up on the bed, since I wasn't laying down, and scooted the file closer with my foot. I ajusted so I could read the file.

Name: Samantha Reynolds

Age (current): 18

Family:
Virginia Reynolds - wolf - (captured)
James Reynolds - human - (deceased)
Xavier Reynolds - wolf -

Hm, my brother doesn't have captured beside his name. Does that mean he isn't in one of these Hell holes? Is he out there looking for me? I sighed. I doubt it. He probably forgot about me.

But I was right about my father. He was dead. Were the people who captured me and my mom the ones who killed him?

Just as I was pondering over this question, the door opened. I quickly scooted the file back, so fast it almost fell of the bed, just as Dr. Stone drug in a boy about my age, and clasped him to the same pole as me.

Dr. Stone, muttering plenty of profanities under his breath, injected him with the shot he was supposed to of given me, which he abandoned on the countertop when he went to help.

I looked up at the boy, who was standing over me. He looked to be around my age, maybe a year older. He had brown hair and really pretty blue eyes. He had a slight amount of freckles on his nose and cheeks, but you could barely spot them since they were so faint.

His body.

He was tall, with a muscular frame, and you could definitely tell he had a six pack. I wonder if-

"Would you quit staring?" I jolted backwards and looked around the room. The doctor was gone, so it had to of been him. His voice was kinda deep, but not too deep. It matched-

"Hello? Are you paying attention!?" He asked, clearly fustrated. I looked up at him.

"Sorry." I say sheepishly as I attempt a small smile.

He rolls his eyes and went back to trying to escape the handcuffs. After about two minutes of him trying- and me wondering where in the hell the doctor is so I can get some damn food- I finally got fed up.

"You know you're not gonna get loose, right? Just give up, it was your own stupidity that got you into this mess. I mean, who else would let their wolf take over-" my voice died out as I looked at his face, his eyes narrowing at me.

"I just did what everybody's too afraid of. God knows everybody wants out of this fucking place, but I'm the only one who tries! You don't understand that." He spoke lowly.

Just as I was getting ready to make a comback, the door slams open by the doctor. He looks at me. "I must of forgotten to give you a shot."

After he gave me my injection, I shot a glare towards the handsome- but idiotic- boy before I slammed the door.

Now, time to eat!

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I plopped my tray down at my usual lunch table and sat down with a huff. As I began eating my burnt toast, I listened into my friends conversation. They were talking about the boy. I rolled my eyes. I should probably introduce you to my friends.

The first one is one of my best friends, Jeremy Whitlow. He is 6'1, broad (with an eight pack. Can't forget that), and cold-hearted to anybody but his friends. He has black floppy hair, and dark gray eyes. He almost escaped once, but they caught him in the act. To prove it, he now has an ugly looking scar going across his jaw line. Most people call him the 'hunk of the house'. Most everybody (wolves that is) falls at his feet. I remember someone saying he had a crush on me, but I highly doubt that.

My second best friend, is Eliza Jones. She is a bright and perky, happy girl. She was the last to arrive at this hell hole out of our friend group. I remember her saying when she got here that she wasn't going to let this ruin her always happy attitude. She has blonde wavy hair that comes down to mid-back, light brown eyes, and stands about 5'6.

Another friend of mine is Tate Lucas. He is almost as outgoing as Eliza. He is always smiling with his crooked smile that Eliza finds adorable. Yes, she has a thing for him. He has dirty blonde hair, that is cut short, crystal blue eyes, and is about 6'3. He once told me that he would escape his place once, but that was a long time ago. Now that Eliza is here, I haven't heard him talking about his plan anymore. I think he returns Eliza's feelings, just too scared to admit it.

The last one in my friend group is Victoria Warner, but people call her Vic for short. Out of all of us, she is the most cold and hateful, sometimes to her friends. She has been here the longest and is dead set on leaving. She has tried to escape many time, but failed. She has stick-straight black hair that covers her hazel eyes and reaches her butt. She stands about 5'6. She has a lip piercing that she manages to keep somehow.

I get knocked out of my thoughts by snapping fingers in front of my face. Jeremy is smiling at me with one of his rare smiles. "What are you thinking about lil bit?"

I rolled my eyes. Of course the nickname. Most wolves are tall, even the girls. But for some reason, it skipped me. Yes, I'm short. (Unless I'm wolf form). Yes, it sucks. I'm only 5'3, hence the nickname.

I shove him on the shoulder, almost knocking him out of his chair. "Shut up asshole."

He laughed and flashes me another smile. Hmm, he must be in a good mood today. All the sudden, he frowned. "Why the hell is he staring at you?"

Confused by what he means, I turned around in my chair, only to meet those piercing blue eyes boring into my green ones.

I stared back, until a smirk formed on his face. I turned around in my chair, and noticed a very close Jeremy. Sometimes, my best friend can be extremely overprotective.

"Just ignore him and eat. It might be the only thing we get today. Plus we have to start our day In 5 minutes." I said as I started to shove the black toast and undercooked bacon in my mouth.