The voice didn't seem to notice Fiona's failure to stand though. 'We'll have someone pick you up at the desert soon.'
'How soon?' She asked in her head.
Nothing.
' How soon?' She whispered in her head, it seemed smarter, considering this math teacher was obviously scared.
' How soon?' She said in a normal voice in her head again.
' HOW SOON?' She yelled in her head so loud she could almost feel her mouth trying to say the words.
A growl ripped through her. Low and dangerous. She looked at her paws, they grew and mutated into a bigger version of themselves, but more muscular. Her also felt her shoulders shift and saw her legs grow taller and thicker.
That wasn't enough her vision dimmed into nothingness, her senses dulled and she was gone.
When she awoke she was by a rock. A damned big rock at that. She remembered her promise to herself not to swear, then decided it only counted out loud.
That wasn't the only issue that ran through her head. She hadn't woke up where she blacked out and something was wrong with the rock...there were claw marks in it and teeth marks. Big teeth marks.
No, no, no, that couldn't have been her, she wouldn't have done that. Never.
Besides, her teeth weren't that big. Were they?
"Now what did that rock ever do to you?" A manly and cheery voice asked behind her.
Fear iced through her veins. People in this desert were survivors or newcomers. Survivors were always deadly, and since werewolf parents didn't usually die, newcomers were usually kicked out of their packs for nefarious deeds that their Alphas put together couldn't kill them without risk. So newcomers were only usually deadly. These lessons she learned the hard way.
Fiona slowly turned around. Or at least she was trying to slowly turn. It took less than a second to have her in a crouch facing a tall and muscular man. He didn't seem surprised.
Must be a werewolf, she reasoned.
He was handsome like a...cowboy. That was the only way to describe him. He was wearing a cowboy hat. The hat covered his shaggy dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes. He was tall, super tall. He made her 5"7' look tiny. The best part, he was well shaped and muscular. He was definitely eye candy.
She would totally crouch there and hit on him, but he was like twenty something and she was fourteen. Plus, he might be trying to kill her.
" So you're Fiona Elizabeth Stark, honestly, I was expecting you to be a little smaller," He addressed her.
She simply growled, but in the back of brain she was wondering how the hell he knew her name. It was a shame her completely human and mostly logical part of her wasn't controlling her. He was a stranger, and he was threatening her.
" Look, look. James said you knew you'd been claimed. But if I have the wrong wolf..." The implied threat at the end of the sentence forced her to growl louder.
Yet, she wouldn't pounce. He was her pack. Her pack?
That brought the logical part of her to the forefront and she sat up.
" Good, now, we must go to headquarters, get you settled in," He said, straightening up as she did, " You'll need to turn human though, I brought clothes."
