Alpha - Forever #1 (Complete)

Chapter 6 - Part 2

Scarlett

"To explain properly, I need to give you a bit of information about werewolves," said Blake as he stood up. He grabbed a nearby chair and angled it toward me before sitting down in it. Cade remained where he was, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him.

"Most werewolves are born and raised within a pack. Up to the age of sixteen, werewolves are pretty much human. From the time a male werewolf turns sixteen, their senses strengthen and they are able to shift into wolves. But when female werewolves turn sixteen, only their senses strengthen—they are not able to shift into a wolf."

He allowed me a moment to digest the information.

"So that explains why I started developing stronger senses after I turned sixteen," I murmured.

Blake and Cade nodded their heads at me.

"Only from the time the werewolf turns sixteen can it be smelled and identified by other werewolves. It's a way to keep young werewolves safe from rogue werewolves until they get to an age where they are able to protect themselves," Blake explained further.

Smelled and identified. I realized the distinct smells I'd smelled since I'd gotten here were the different werewolves. If I'd been a part of a pack, I would have known what the distinct smells meant.

"Why do some werewolves smell like forest and some smell like fresh rain?" I asked the question that had been bugging me for a while.

"The werewolves that smell like fresh rain belong to the storm pack and the others belong to the silver moon pack," Blake explained.

"So if werewolves have scents according to their packs, what do I smell like?" I asked.

"Like wild daisies," said Cade, looking a little uncomfortable. Blake threw him a look and smiled.

Flowers were good; it could be worse, I could smell like old shoes.

"So if I had to join a pack, would my scent change to that of the pack?" I asked. Cade raised an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes at him.

"It's a hypothetical question. I don't want to join either of your packs," I stated heatedly.

"Yes," answered Blake.

"I don't know much about werewolves. The only stuff I do know is what I've read about in teen books or learned from movies like Twilight. But aren't werewolves too territorial to have two packs so close together?" I questioned. Questions were forming in my head faster than they would be able to answer them.

"In most towns that would be correct, there would only be one pack, but here things are different. I'm the alpha of the silver moon pack and Cade is the alpha of the storm pack. The only reason why we are able to run our packs together in one town without trouble is because we've been best friends from the time we started to walk."

"When you say alpha does that mean that you're in charge?" I asked.

"Yes," answered Cade. "Our job is to keep the pack running smoothly and to keep everyone safe. The alpha of the pack is the person who gives the orders and the rest follow our orders without question."

I didn't like the sound of that one bit. I didn't want to be a part of a pack if it meant I had to follow orders from an alpha. I wasn't ready to kiss my independence goodbye.

"You said male werewolves shift at the age of sixteen but female werewolves don't—why?" I asked. It seemed a bit sexist, if you asked me.

"Female werewolves only start to shift once they find their mate," he began to explain and I frowned.