Not Just an Omega

"What even is this?"

A/N: By the way, there will be texting in the chapter. Kaila is in italics, Reily is in bold. Also, that's Leo—Reily's cat!
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Chapter 2

   The next day I'm still mulling over what I saw last night. I kept on debating if I should tell the officials. Or Reily. Or Mrs. Sawyer. Probably Mrs. Sawyer.

   "Mrs. Sawyer?" I call, walking into the kitchen. It's Saturday, thank heavens. I don't have to work today, but I'm tutoring a kid in the afternoon. Mrs. Sawyer's making pancakes, her back to me.

   "What have I told you, Kaila? You can call me LeAnne. Don't need to be so formal in my own house. This is practically your house too," she says, waving a spatula over her shoulder.

   "Okay LeAnne. Can I talk to you about something?" I grab a plate and make a mountain of pancakes. Bring on the waterfall of syrup!

   "Sure, hun. Whatcha need to talk about?" She asks, sitting with me. I steeple my fingers against my nose and begin.

   "Last night, I heard a loud bang. I went over to my window and saw a figure limping. Their hood fell down and I saw a creature. It wasn't a human, see. It was like this wolf right? Ears, snout, but they had human hands. And I didn't see a tail sticking out of their... uhm, behind. Oh—and their back was hunched, like the had a crack in it. And it's eyes, LeAnne! They were green—bright green. Like they glowed or something! It limps towards the forest and then they went out of my eyesight."

   LeAnne is silent for a long time, continues to just eat her pancakes. I wait for her to say something like 'You're crazy Kaila', 'I'm calling the asylum now', or 'Have you taken those snort-y things that teenagers are taking?' Or—

   "Do you believe in magic, my dear?" Okay, didn't expect that.

   "I mean... Like Harry Potter magic? Or like the Hobbit? No wait—Narnia?" She shakes her head as I list movies and books that I know. "Okay, well I guess I don't then. Not really at least. But Harry Potter would be really cool."

   "Harry Potter magic would be great, but no. I'm talking about spells, chants, hybrids—"

   "Hybrids and chants technically exist today. Like the liger, the turducken, and the zonkey," I interrupt her. She glares at me and I smile sheepishly. "But do go on."

   "I'm not supposed to tell you, but I think you ought to know. You know the raids that happen every so often?" I nod. "They're caused by a pack of werewolves."

   Okay, now she needs to go to the asylum. Werewolves? In the forests? I mean, I think I saw one yesterday but I wouldn't think I'd believe it otherwise. That's so weird.

   "So, are they like Twilight? Are there vampires too?" I seriously do not want to be in the middle of a vampire-werewolf war.

   "Not exactly. I can't tell you a whole lot, I'm afraid. But you don't want to be messing with these guys, hear me?"

   "Yes ma'am," I reply. And I seriously don't. They sound like bad news. Especially if they're the ones behind the town raids.

   After we'd discussed that we wouldn't tell the police in fear of endangering their lives more than they already are, we ate breakfast silently. It felt odd knowing that somewhere, in the depths of the forest, were a pack of werewolves. And knowing that I have saw one. Even more crazy that Mrs—I mean—LeAnne knew of them in the first place. How did she know of them? Was she secretly part of a pack long ago?

   Even though LeAnne has assured me it's not like Twilight, I don't believe her. There must be some reason why and how they're alive. And why they're attacking our town. And how do they just disappear in the forests when the police chase them? Even the hounds can't get a scent of them—and that's surprising considering now that they're half dog. Or wolf. Both? Whatever. I've found out things, and despite LeAnne telling me not to meddle in things...