The White Lycan

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Needless to say, riding in a wooden box 600 miles across the country wasn't fun at all. I was miserable and really really sick. Not to mention starving and dying from thirst. Well, not dying. I've been worse off, but I was still confused. My anxiety was sky high from thinking about where I was going. I had actually gotten little glimpses of the sky, I hadn't seen it since I was 5 years old. I watched as night slowly turned into day and workers slowly started to remove different boxes from around my crate. I had stayed eerily silent throughout my journey, so they didn't know I was there, I hoped. I listened as they picked up the crate and carried it to a truck, roughly setting me inside. I saw all light vanish as they shut the doors to the truck, and sat in complete darkness. I jumped when I heard car doors open and shut. My journey was far from over, but I sincerely hoped it would end soon.

I was like woken by the sound of the truck doors opening, and light streaming in. I covered my eyes to protect them from the light as someone picked up my crate and began to carry it.

"Delivery for Alpha Reynolds." A man said. There was some shuffling.

"Delivery?" Another man questioned. "We're not expecting anything." I heard papers rustle.

"It's from Alpha Burns." Said the 1st man.

"Are you sure? Let me see the mail slip." The 2nd man spoke. There was some more rustling and indistinct chatter before he finally gave up. He sighed heavily, "fine, just take it to his office." The delivery men agreed and picked me up again. They carried me through a house and up some stairs before setting me down in a room. I heard the door shut, and then silence.

Alpha Burns never mentioned Alpha Reynolds. I hoped he wasn't cruel or mean like Alpha Dane had been. Or any of the wolves or humans he had invited to 'meet' me. I shivered. They were always more than willing to 'see' me, no matter how Alpha Dane had treated me. I cringed at the thought of Alpha Reynolds being cruel. The sound of heavy footsteps brought me out of my thoughts and back to reality. I could hear two men talking to each other, frustration in one voice, and confusion in the other. The door swung open and they made their way across the room, to me.

"The papers said Alpha Burns? You're sure?" A deep voice said.

"Yes," the second male voice from earlier said. I could hear him rolling his eyes. "I know how to read, Gabe." Papers shuffled.

"Mind your attitude, John." Shuffle, shuffle.

"Sorry Alpha." John said.

"I thought Burns was in jail though?" The deep voice who's name is apparently 'Gabe,' and he's the Alpha . He must be Alpha Reynolds.

"Apparently not. He sent whatever this is, here. Express mail. He used an wolf only mail carrier too." Silence hung in the air for awhile before the two finally spoke again.

"Do you smell that, John?" Alpha Reynolds asked, I could hear him sniffing the air. I heard John sniff the air as well.

"It's got kind of a woodsy smell. What is it?"

"My guess is whatever is in this crate. Hand me that crow bar." Oh no. I braced myself as I heard John hand Gabe the crowbar. I listened intently as he shoved one end of it into the crate and pushed, separating two pieces of the box. I caught a second long glimpse of a big man with chocolate hair. I wondered for a second if he saw me as well as I saw him. "Oh my God." I guess that answered that question.

"What? What is it, Gabe?" John barreled questions at him.

"It's a girl." He hissed. "The sick bastard sent me a girl in a box." Silence enveloped the room.