The Werewolf's Daughter

Chapter 1

The first thing I became aware of was an aching pain in between my eyebrows. Did I have a hangover?

Oh, god. My foster mom was going to freak. She'd rant about how I'd disobeyed her, and put myself in danger and...

And then, I remembered Donovan... The alley... He drugged me?

I opened my eyes, and found myself in the middle of a big double bed. The sheets were black and white, and I nodded appreciatively to myself before looking around the room.

It was a huge room. A bedside table sat at both sides of the bed, a lamp on both. A wardrobe stood in the corner of the room, but I could see through the ajar door it was empty. There was a bookcase, a chest of drawers, a desk, and a laptop on the wooden surface. I found myself growing more and more confused as I looked around, and frowned, before reaching up to massage my pounding forehead. Pushing myself up with my aching arms, I looked towards the bright light falling softly over the room.

There was a wide window spanning half of one wall, and it looked out onto a great garden, more like a playing field, all green grass and trees. There were people playing football on the field, a mixture of guys and girls. As I watched, they separated into two teams and huddled together, talking tactics. I must have been three stories high, and I could see a lot from where I was standing.

"They play a lot. They're actually quite good." A voice made me start, my heart leaping in my chest.

I twisted in the bed and stared at the speaker. "Donovan?"

He was sitting in a wicker chair, watching me intently. He ignored my shock, and the betrayal I knew was taking over my face. "What would you say if I said I knew your parents?"

His words hit me like a freight train. My... Parents? A tense silence filled the room, as Donovan waited for my reply. I just stared at him in pure disbelief, his words repeating in my brain as if on a broken record. Parents?

"Si?" He asked, frowning slightly. "Look, I wanted to tell you. I swear..."

I cut him off. "You know my parents." I deadpanned. "You know my actual, real life parents, and you didn't tell me."

"Look, Sierra, I'm so sorry..."

"Why do you keep apologising?" I snapped, suddenly furious. "What is there to apologise for? My only friend just lied to me my entire life!"

Donovan hung his head. His long brown fringe dropped over his eyes, and I could see the shadows cast on his sharp cheekbones by the falling locks. "Yeah. I definitely lied to you."

There was something more to this. He wasn't telling me something. Even though he'd lied to me, I knew Donovan, and he knew me, well enough that we could tell when something was wrong. "What aren't you telling me?" My voice sounded cold, and more than a little scared. Were my parents some kind of criminals? Is that why he didn't want to tell me?

"I... Uh..." Donovan looked wary. "Don't freak out, ok?" At my hesitation, he pressed. "Promise me, Si."

"Promise." I nodded minutely, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I... I'm..." Donovan took a deep breath. "I am a Werewolf. And you are too."

For a few seconds, I just stared at him, waiting for the punch line. When it became clear there wasn't one, I shook my head. "You actually believe that?" Because it couldn't be true, right? Nobody could see a full moon and decide to grow fur and claws and become... a wolf?

"Yes, Si, because it's true. You are in the Pack House right now." He didn't dare meet my eyes. "They told me to bring you here, because you're nearly sixteen..."