Forgotten Mates

Prologue

“What?! How was I supposed to know they’d be there?!” Brooklyn shouted at her pack.

They were all standing, or sitting, in the pack house living room. They all just got burying three of their pack members: two of them her parents, John and Sofia Morrison.

After the funeral, Brooklyn was defiantly not expecting this. She was sad and hurt, and figured her pack members would be there for her, just like they always were. But no, not now. They were blaming her.  They said it was her fault that they were killed. That she was the one who killed them.

“You shouldn’t have been so careless! You knew we weren’t allowed in those parts of the forest!” Bryan snarled at her.

Bryan was tall for his age: fifteen. He had short blonde hair, was tan, and had sea green eyes.

Brooklyn looked around the room incredulously. How could they all think it was her fault?! How could they be blaming her for it?! She hadn’t meant to do anything wrong! She had just wanted to have fun, and her parents and Tony hadn’t said no.

She looked around the room again, just wanting for someone to see her side of it. But she saw the same look in everyone’s eyes: accusation.

The only person who wasn’t looking at her was Damien. He was starring out the window, too lost in his own thoughts.

Tony had been the third person they had buried today, and he was Damien’s uncle. His father was  alpha of the Blue Moon pack. He wasn’t here right now to see the events that were happening now, though. Having lost his beta, Brooklyn’s father, and his third in command, his brother Tony, he had a lot of work to do to fill those two empty spots. So, he stayed on his office, flipping through file after file, completely oblivious to the situation just downstairs.

When Brooklyn’s eyes landed on Damien, she knew it was true.

She had killed her parents, and Damien’s uncle.

It was clear now what she had to do.

Damien’s hazel eyes soon met Brooklyn’s big blue ones. They had never talked much before, but when they had, he was always nice to her. In school, if she ever had problems with any of the mean girls, her brothers would back her up and protect her, including Damien.

But now, it was different. She could see the same thing in his eyes as everyone else’s.  He couldn’t help the anger he felt inside of him as he stared at the girl that murdered his uncle and father’s beta.

“Come on, let’s go.” He said, his voice cold and flat.

He stood up from his window seat and walked to the door. With one last cold, hard look at Brooklyn, he walked out the door, the others following him, silently blaring at her as they walked past.

Brooklyn stood there for a minute longer, trying to get her thoughts in order. No matter how hard she tried to wrap her head around it, she couldn’t. She just couldn’t believe that they blamed her.

With silent tears running down her face, she went up the stairs to her bedroom. She hurriedly opened her closet and got her duffel bag down from the top shelf, which wasn’t an easy task since she only stood at 5’4. After managing to get it down she filled it with as many clothes as she could fit.

She ran down the stairs, her duffel bag hanging from her shoulder. She grabbed the keys to her parents BMW and ran to the garage. She had only driven twice before, since she was only fifteen. But right now she didn’t care. She just wanted to get out of there, and fast.