Wanted

Three

"So, I should be a werewolf?" I asked,  having just had Will tell me everything. And I mean everything. He'd gone through how when I was born I should have been handed over to the crescent moon pack, to be raised by them in the ways of a werewolf and future Luna. Then on my 11th birthday I should have been turned by the Alpha and have become a werewolf. But my parents, realising what I was after seeing my birthmark, had spent their lives hiding me from the wolves to keep me from that life and stop me from becoming one of them.

"Technically yes," Will responded, perched on the edge of the desk with his arms folded across his chest, "No mate of a werewolf, especially an alpha, should be human past their 11th birthday. By then they should have been found and turned, raised as one amongst their kind."

"That's sick." I stated, quite disgusted by the thought of an innocent baby being taken from its parents and then later being turned at only the age of eleven.

"That's how it's always been, unless of course you're born a werewolf." Will answered.

"And my father, he became a hunter to kill your kind and stop them from taking me?" I asked, thousands of different questions whirling around in my head.

"Yes, and to stop us from taking any other children who were marked at birth. Your father made it his mission to stop the werewolves from finding their mates and turning them. We've been looking for you for years." he replied. I took a deep breath. Will was right, this was all very overwhelming.

"So now what?" I questioned. Will looked at me with confusion. "You don't just expect me to stay here do you? I want to see my parents. I want to go home." I continued, standing up from the chair.

"Layla please, you have to understand, you can't leave." Will stated, also standing up, in fear I might bolt.

"So I'm just a prisoner here, is that it? I'm never going to see my friends or family again?" I shouted, angry at the thought of being held there against my will.

"Layla please, I know you won't admit it, but you want to be here, with me. It's the mate pull. You're craving my touch, the feel of me beside you. If you leave, being away from me might kill you, and that would kill me." he replied, coming over to me and taking my wrist. Jolts of electricity went shooting up my arm. I hated it but he was right. I had this need to be near him, and even when he was across the room from me, I was uncomfortable, like he wasn't close enough. Yet, against every nerve in my body, I shook my arm from his grip.

"Where does that leave us then? Because I tell you now, you are not turning me into one of you!" I replied, bothered by the sadness that swept over his face. Every part of me was yearning to give in. To tell Will I would stay, to tell him to turn me, to tell him I was OK with all of it. But I couldn't. I had to fight it if I ever wanted to see my family again.

"How about we just get you settled into the house for now, introduce you to everybody?" he asked timidly, almost as if he were afraid to upset me again.

"Yeah, fine I guess." I replied, standing up. I followed Will out of the room, fighting the urge I felt to put my hand in his, and walked into a kitchen area. Situated around the breakfast bar, was Finn, Lucas, Kelly and three other people I didn't recognize. When Finn saw me he gave me a bright smile, before reaching forward and tapping Lucas on the shoulder. Lucas looked up at me and smirked, but the smirk fell away quickly once he saw Will glaring at him.

"Everyone, this is Layla. She's gonna be staying with us for a while," Will told everyone, "you've met Finn, Lucas and Kelly already."

"Uh yeah." I muttered. I was not happy with what was happening. I just wanted to go home.