Behind Closed Gates [Edited]

Chapter Seven

Thank you for waiting, I hope you enjoy the new chapter Xx

Marie left after the first stop, getting off the bus in the middle of a deserted road. It was well out of Gail's worried eyes from when Marie got on the bus, but it was also close enough to walk into the Silverwood Pack's territory. Marie readjusted the small bag on her shoulders and marched back into her old home, careful not to trip over grounded roots or fallen branches.

Marie could feel herself immediately welcome the feeling of nature once again, her inner wolf embracing the cool air that wove between the trees. She knew where the Silverwood Packhouse was, she'd been living in this forest for over twelve years before she fled to Willow the Wolf. As she continued walking her body adjusted back to the forest landscape feeling like it had never changed. As Marie kept walking, knowing it had been a solid few minutes, the hairs at the back of her neck rose as she caught the smell of wolf. Fierce, guarded... Somewhat intelligent.

Someone was near. Werewolf.

Marie pushed her wolf to the surface, eyes brightening to a vivid green, and kept her hands loose by her sides. She wasn't the best fighter physically, but she could outrun a rabbit. She was fast, but not physically strong enough to take on a full grown male wolf.

The she-wolf didn't bother to hide as the wolf trotted forward, the forest undergrowth brushing against its light brown fur. Around his snout and at the tufts of his ears was a darker shade of brown, and as he circled Marie, she glimpsed darker fur around his tail. He was tall, lithe, a formidable killing machine.

Marie met the ice blue gaze of the wolf as he walked back in front of her, and she narrowed her eyes. She knew those eyes, and knew the type of person behind them. She merely nodded her head towards a tree, indicating for him to shift back so they could talk face to face. Marie steeled herself as the wolf hunched down, a low rumble starting in his chest.

When the wolf looked towards where she remembered the Packhouse to be, and back at her, Marie's shoulders sagged and she glared at him. "Really?!" She exasperated, but the wolf merely looked smug.

Marie rolled her eyes and followed the wolf as he led her towards the Packhouse, like she needed an escort. He intended to talk to her once they got to the Packhouse, and who knows if he had called her Aunt Melanie, who just happened to be the Luna of Silverwood, or even her Uncle. Marie knew that if Alpha James of Silverwood got wind that she was merely walking into his pack again after six years without a word, she wouldn't be able to speak to the Royals. She needed to speak to them, for Willow's sake.

Running a hand over her blonde pony tail, she followed the egotistical wolf back to her old home. When they crossed over a dirt road, one with a inconspicuous car parked next to, the wolf snarled at her to wait before darting off into the forest. Marie tapped her feet against the road as the body of a werewolf emerged, clothed in elastic shorts and a singlet - simple gear - which deliberately emphasised the biceps in his arms.

"Well well well!" He mockingly bowed. "If it isn't Isabella Marie Woods! The runaway of Silverwood!"

Marie narrowed her eyes. "Jasper Wilson."

Jasper grinned, ice eyes sparkling. "Did you miss me, little Bella?"

"No."

"Not even a little?!" Jasper gasped, hand to his heart. "You lie!"

"Jasper, can you get me to the Packhouse or not?" Marie asked, arms crossed over her chest, glaring at the old 'friend'. This was the same kid that stole Arnold, her best friend, away from her. She wasn't dealing with his pranks or tricks this time - she didn't trust this wolf or his words.