The Slave to a Pack

Chapter Six

Quiet made the new place almost eery. And when Megahn woke up to a totally new surrounding and no sound of people dying in the distance or birds, she screamed. She dry heaved for a few seconds, her chest rising and falling. She had no trouble falling asleep, only because she was drained and the thought of seeing Wren again was calming. No one came into her room to check on her, the house was at a standstill.

Her Father probably told her Mother that they should give her space for yesterday's out break. She wished they could at least pretend to love her.

She picked through all the make up that had been bought for her. It was a tube of mascara, pink lip balm and three different eyeshadows, a silver, green and gold. She had never been allowed to have makeup, Sadiee never bought her any, and it was exciting. She played with the small brush someone had given her, and began applying a little of the silver to her eye - making a wing like from the magazines she had been given by the man driving her here. She then did the lip balm, staring at the small mirror that she had propped on the ground. Then the mascara - shaking and slow she made sure she didn't poke herself in the eye.

Then she sorted through the new clothes Sadiee had bought, only the blouse and jeans she had worn yesterday, including two other new fancy shirts and shorter jeans that stopped just above her knees. Picking up the shorter jeans and light purple blouse, she slipped on her ankle boots. Walking out her room, she peaked around - wondering when this someone was going to take her shopping. She sat on the couch and looked around - and that was when she saw it. A television. Gasping she jumped infront of it, pressing buttons until it finally turned on. She flinched back when it lit up - greys, blacks and whites as a woman sang softly about how she felt.

Mouth agape, she sat infront of it on the rug. Never had she seen something so interesting in her life. She wondered if she would see more things like this. She wondered what it would be like when she started training with her pack. She had only trained by herself - Sadiee stopped telling her how to do it when she turned fifteen. And there were going to be people her age - she could make friends.

She hadn't known how engrossed she'd been until a hand waved infront of her. Instantly she leapt up, swinging her leg into the air kicking whoever it was across the room.

"Wait! - what the heck." A girl with her hair pixie cut short, bleached to be blonde. She had her hands raised in surrounder, scars running down her left eyebrow. "I knocked like... five times." She defended, rubbing her abdomen in pain. She was pretending not to feel it.

"I - " her eyes flashed to the tv. "I found a tv." She pointed to the television.

"Ew - old movies suck." She rolled her eyes, scooping up the remote and changing channels. Megahn stared in awe, looking at the remote she used to change channels. This intruder was way to comfortable for Megahn's liking though. She did not trust the bulky girl. She must have felt Megahn's stare because she switched the tv off and turned to her. "Oh - I'm Brair by the way, my Dad sent me to take you shopping." The girl was wearing all dark green like a soldier - Megahn wondered if she ever got to fight.

"Oh - " she watched the small girl, dangerous looking girl. Her muscles were more noticeable than Megahn's. But she was sure she could take the werewolf in a fight. "Brair you said?"

"That's the name. And aren't you like... Megan?" She switched her eyes from the tv to the girl.

"Megahn." She corrected, pacing across the room to the door. "May we go now?" Order seeping into her tone as she rippes the door open, glancing back at Brair who merely grinned.

"Sure." She pushed up off the couch, stretching her legs as she walked off infront of Megahn. The little hair on her head flying around in the wind. Speeding along as Megahn took long strides behind her, eyes searching and hoping to spot Wren. She couldn't even catch his scent. "So how has your stay been?"

"Interesting." She muttered, eyes searching the crowd for that clay hair. For the handsome, tortured man. What she would give to hear that sweet stuttering once more. She would have to see him again. They belonged to one pack - he was somewhere.

"Find anyone worth fucking?" She arched her eyebrow, watching the highly trained girl who strode beside her. Watching as her face tightened. "Or the one worth fucking."

"If you mean my mate, the yes." She replied plainly. "His name is Wren." Maybe this girl knew her mate. Brair looked to be contemplating, thinking hard on that name.

"The name sounds familiar." She speculated, rubbing the back of her neck as she furrowed her eyebrows. A small glimer of hope bloomed in her chest, if only Brair knew more about Wren - could help her find her mate. "I can't really see a face to the name though." She shrugged as they climbed into an idling car. A driver driving them to wherever they wanted.

"I can't seem to find him anywhere." She sighed, pulling at the ends of her dark hair. "I met him yesterday, and he ran away like a scared puppy."

"Was he hot?" She asked, grinning like a pervert.

"Definitely worth fucking." She grinned back, trying to appeal to her personality. This was interesting. She had also thought about sleeping that way with Wren, having him naked against her. Just them. Together. But before she could properly think about it, she would have to get him. And it seemed earn the gorgeous boys trust. "Anything else?" Megahn turned to Brair as the car pulled onto the road, other cars passing them.

Brair seemed to light up, as if she did remember something important. Megahn hoped it was about Wren - but of course it wasn't. "Oh - I'm the Alpha's daughter by the way."