VEUX

Thirteen

November 24

Saoirse knew more about werewolves than she let on. Though in the past she could never put a name to them, she saw them almost everywhere. Her first encounter with them had been when she was eight, still conscious in that truck, and something inhuman stole Tiernan from right beside her.

It'd been a monster, a monster no doubt with its glowing eyes and sharp fangs. Yet she had been eight, traumatized by a car accident. Then she had lived amongst them. And all of their rules existed and thrived around her, but she could not put a name to them until she came here.

Until Eye taught her just what the Pack Law was.

"So, what did Alpha want?" He asks, a little more for his own curiosity than conversations sake.

Saoirse sat across from him in the dining hall, yet it were hours before dinner. The white sky cast natural light over the cafeteria, and she longed for that cold she could no longer feel. "He asked me if I wanted to see his brother."

He scorned, as he usually did to the mention of the brother. "Well, do you?"

"No!" Saoirse said hotly once more. "He turned me; he destroyed my life! Why would I ever?"

Eye nodded, continuing to eat the bag of banana chips on the counter. God, what kind of freak actually likes banana chips?

He constantly seemed to get agitated around the topic, so Saoirse tried to switch it up. "So, Pack Laws. You promised."

Eye swallowed the chip in his mouth, leaning back. "Alright. Whatever you may ask, I shall answer."

"Oh no," Saoirse says. "That wasn't the deal. I don't know any of the Pack Laws to ask them. You have to tell them to me."

"There's a lot," He sighs. "Too many to recite. Can't you just pick a topic for me and go from there?"

Saoirse scrunched up her nose at him. The only Laws she knew were that she couldn't lift her foot off of the ground without permission. "Name a few for me. I really don't have a clue, Eye."

He ate another banana chip while thinking, Saoirse's nose slightly crinkling at the weasel treat. Yuck. His brown gaze fell upon her again. "Do you want to know about how our community functions? How we decide on a leader for the pack? Who cooks us these delicious banana treats?"

Saoirse sighed and leant away, unsatisfied.

"Ask me anything," Eye says. "And I will tell you."

Saoirse leant her head against the table. She could feel it's cold nature from sitting without sun, yet she was not cold. She felt burning. She looked at Eye, "Who turned you?"

He coughed on his weasel treat. Saoirse studied him for a few extra seconds, wondering if he were actually choking, until he patted his chest to calm himself down. "That's not a pack law."

Saoirse opened her mouth, ready to argue, yet he silenced her.

"But I will tell you. His name was James Midieros." Saoirse's ears turned red, and she untucked her hair to hide them. "Three years ago, and a bit, I would have been eighteen. One drunken night, I wandered too deeply into the forest. Midieros got me right on my shoulder," Eye rolled up his left sleeve, angling his bicep so Saoirse could the faint and white scar that resembled a dog bite.

As Saoirse contemplated her next question, she sucked in her lip. "W-why would he want to turn you?" The idea frightened her, that these weres just went around obnoxiously turning each other, yet the same thing had happened to her.

"You know Alpha Oracle is our leader," He begins. "Everybody in this pack is under his command. A rumour floats about in the forest that for a rogue to become an Alpha, he must have as many followers as one."