"Santa? Is that you?" I say back, full of sarcasm.
I turn around to see a bunch of men, big men, as in like super buff, all with their arms crossed staring at me. Great, more werewolves.
"Very funny little girl. Now if you would please follow me politely and without a fight back to the room, I will try not to hurt you too much." He sais with that stupid grin plastered on his face.
"No thanks. I'm not in the mood to be harassed. Come try again tomorrow and I will see how I feel." I say taking a couple steps backwards.
"Oh your not going anywhere." He sais slowly walking towards me, as did the other men.
All of my anger, fear and every defensive emotion I have comes crashing down on me, making me fall to my knees. All my bones feel like they are all breaking, all one by one, while an excruciating pain flows all over my body. Another crack and I scream, I cant take it any more so I fall completely to the ground and go into a helpless little ball. The other men step away from me.
"Sir, she's changing, but it looks as if its her first time. She's one of us." One of the men with a white shirt and ripped jeans says.
"I realised that! But thank you William... I will take it from here." He says very calmly still looking at me.
All the men left without another word while the man with the stupid grin...but now a concerned and serious face walked towards me. I tried to back away but when I did it felt like another one of my bones shattered and that I was burning inside a pit in hell. I screamed again, he runs to my side and puts his hand on my back.
"Loralie. Loralie listen to me. You have to stop moving. Breath, calm your anger and the pain will stop." He sais.
I listen to him, take a deep breath and calmed myself. Slowly the pain went away.
"Can you stand up?" He asks.
I nod my head and slowly stand up. He reaches his hands out to me and I take them. He helps me on my feet but once I stand up straight I start to wobble and fall back down. He grabs onto my arms and steadies me. I take a couple steps and he lets go. Hes looks at me from head to toe to see if I'm actually ok.
"You feel better?" He asks
"Ya...thanks." I say back, not mad at him anymore.
"Hey by the way...the names Nick. Beta Nick." He says
"Ok Beta Nick...may I know what the hell is happening?" I ask
"Let me take you to the Alpha. He will explain." He responds.
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WerewolfLoralie Bane is a 16-year-old, with a normal life. She had everything she wanted in her life; got into a prestigious art school, had a job but it all changed. If she hadn't stayed out too late, if she hadn't yelled at her mom and told her she hated...