For the Good of the Pack

For the Good of the Pack - Chapter 2

Authors Note: I want to thank all my new fans for fanning me. I really appreciate it. Every fan, every vote, every read counts. So thanks =) I am glad you are enjoying what I write. I will try to get chapters up in a timely manner but as I have said My nana is sick and they say she wont live much longer so I am trying to spend as much time with her as I can. Oh and I never imagined to get so many reads, faves, or fans all in one day. This has cheered me up so much.  Thank you guys.

Anyways onto the next chapter.

~~~~~~~~~~

I was skittish today. It had been four days since I sat in the law office of my grandmothers lawyers. Four days since I had heard the god awful stipulation. I had sat in the apartment my grandmother and I had resided together for all those years, and cried for my loss, cried for what she wanted me to do. I sat in the dark, and wished for one moment that I was a normal person and couldn't see like the sun was shining high in the sky in the dark apartment. 

After sitting in misery for a few hours, I had then decided to start packing, because there was no way I would allow the Chifon Pack to get my grandmothers money. I would die before I let that happen because they were the most ruthless pack in the world. They were a pack of rougues who had formed together into a large pack of undesirables. They didn't care if they killed innocent people, look at one of them the wrong way and you would be dead. I couldn't allow them to have the means to destroy everyone, especially my grandmothers friends. They had been nice to me whenever they seen me.

It was odd... the pack members from my grandmothers pack... well not all of them, the majority of the pack minus the elders hated me. They threw hateful words at me, and shunned me because I was a rogue. It was in our nature to shun those who didn't belong. We were creatures that needed each other, but I couldn't stomach the thought of being in a pack with my parents that word was always thrown out with as much disgust as I could fathom.

My parents weren't abusive in a sense of hitting me, but they made sure I knew I wasn't desired. They neglected me for the next tail they could chase. They were mates, and mates were supposed to be special to each other. Though my father would bring home these... sluts... and they would growl at me. My father telling me to get into my room and not come out that I wasn't wanted, that he hated me, that I ruined everything. Then my mother would come home with her latest man candy and tell me that I ruined her life. When I was six they finally agreed to send me away, talking to my grandmother about it she decided to take me in. Since then I rarely had any contact with either of the two, and now I would be living in the same house as them. 

~~~~

I had packed my car last night, that way I could leave at anytime I wanted and not rush around like a chicken with my head cut off. Though the idea of me running around the house like that had a smile smile gracing my full lips. I had all my necessities, and the alpha had explained to me me he had a room set up for me. One without bars I hope. Knowing how serious they were about keeping me in the pack for that year.

The pack house was only a few miles away from Townsend Towers so if I needed anything I could always travel back home and get the items. I was fully assured by the lawyer when I had called him that the room would remain the same and it would always be mine.  I don't think I could muster up enough courage to actually change anything around or trifle through my grandmothers belongings at the current time. I had grabbed a few memories of our best times together to place in my temporary room. I couldn't imagine how bad it might be there. After all... who would want to live in the house with people who had tortured you daily for years of your life?

Checking over the house once more to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, I grabbed my worn leather jacket from the closet by the door and a zebra print designer handbag my grandmother had bought for my 16th birthday. Sighing I opened the door, turning around to glance back at the apartment for the last time, I shut the door. Not needing to lock it as they were security card protected. I walked across the hal to the private elevator and stepped in. Closing my eyes as I hit the button to the lobby.