The Slave to a Pack

Chapter Four

Hands clasping the wooden railing, Megahn sighing through her nose, looking out onto her new house. She was surprised that no one was home - less surprised when she found out her parents weren't sharing a bedroom. She had to find Wren, but she knew she would get lost again - and she couldn't pick up his scent. She could still taste it in the back of her throat, driving her insane.

She would wait and hope she would see him again. School or cleaning. And as soon as she caught the slightest hint of him - then she would never let him go. Her wolf purred, whinning for him, as she walked back into the room that was supposed to be hers.

The walls were painted lilac, the bedsheets, pillows, desk and couch - all either the same colour or a different shade. She was confused as to why they picked one colour for the room. She wished it was pink - but she loved purple anyway. It was like a basic teenage bedroom - ones in books Sadiee used to read to her. Closing the door - one thing she valued highly, privacy. She had been raised an introvert. She left Sadiee alone and Sadiee did the same.

Her eyes moved over to the double bed parked in the corner and a smirk tugged her lips - she had always had the same single bed while growing up. But that wasn't what made her run a hand over the soft fabric.

Wren. Imagined herself pinning him to it. Marking him. Mating with him. Her skin crawled and she dragged her eyes from it - from the images now filing from her mind slowly.

"Where is the girl?" She jumped at the sound of what she assumed was her Mother. On shakey legs, the joy and excitement leaving her. Only to be replaced with horrible nerves.

"I'm up here." She checked herself in the mirror - scared that if she looked bad, they wouldn't want her. Opening her door, taking the steps two at a time. Standing in the living room, her parents stood stiff and apart. The room was laced with awkward tension before she entered the scene.

"Oh - uh, there will be a pack member here to get you more school appropriate clothes tomorrow." Her Father actually stuttered, finally they looked at her. A moment of silence passed where both of them just stared at her - causing her face to go red and squirm under such intense stares.

"O-okay." She pressed her hands on her sides - Sadiee had repremanded her for her constant fidgeting - telling her to put her hands flat against her sides.

"I will retreat to my bunker - enter if you need anything." Her Mother saod gruffly, hair slicked back, she marched stiffly up the steps to her room. Her Fathers room wasn't upstairs, he would remain down here - giving him no reason or excuse to go up onto the magical railing she had been on.

Once her Mother was out of sight, her Fathers posture relaxed and he slumped into the couch. "I'm sorry. I know this isn't what you wanted - so we're not going to sugar coat it. You wouldn't understand what it was like being alone, knowing that the people that cared about you were dead."

Megahn bit back her reply, shaking. "Yes sir." She turned her back on him, walking back up to her room, spitting the title at him. She could sense her Father stand up and almost call out for her. But he never did. And she didn't see him for the rest of the night, or her Mother. She hadn't even joined them at dinner with the Alpha.

She was too tired to try right now - and all she could think about was finding her Wren. His untamed hair, dark eyes and gorgeous skin. She gnawed her lip, sitting on the floor of her room - thinking. She rubbed her temples with her forefingers, a headache attempting to break through and annoy her. So much had happened in one day. Left her home. Met her family. Met her mate. Rejected by family. In a sense, rejected by her mate.

The man that drove her down - he offered to wait with her, when she left Sadiees - he had told her a story about his daughter and her mate. She had basically been kidnapped. She had balked, couldn't understand why he was so cool with that. She had actually thought all mates were like that - but she guessed that with Wren, she'd be the tougher mate.

So it would be perfectly fine if she kidnapped Wren. She knew it was wrong, crazy even, when she let out a deep - almost psychotic - laugh. She could keep him, like her little birdie. A Wren. She would promise to feed him and such.

The two of them were so alike - both scared. He was probably more terrified of her then she was of him. And her parents would probably make the poor, handosome boy pass out. It would probably make it easier to kidnap him. Yes. That was the solution to her problems - to get him in one place to find out why. There was so much things going through her mind. Rejection. Her parents. Her new life. Never seeing Sadiee again.

But she knew one thing. She was going to kidnap Wren.