In His Nature

{Dot}

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Dedicated to _JustOneWord_ because she made a cover for a story of mine. The story was discontinued, but I've posted the cover on the side. She's super nice!!!

Excuse the mistakes

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My eyes fluttered open as I heard the sound of people running loudly outside. It had woke me up a couple minutes ago, and I'd finally given up on going back to sleep. This happened a lot, and with heightened werewolf hearing, it was louder and so much more irritating.

I rolled onto my stomach and glanced at the neon yellow lights of my alarm clock to see that it was a little past one in the morning. I groaned and rolled out of bed, my legs shaky and asleep. I fumbled around in the dark until I found one of Jaime's hoodies, and I tugged it on and snuggled into the softness.

I straightened my pajama pants and then padded across the carpeted floor. Suddenly, the outside of my thigh slammed into the sharp corner of my desk. "Ow!" I cried, stumbling to the side, and I grabbed my leg. Now frustrated, I grabbed the door knob and yanked my door open.

I squinted in the bright light of the hallway and watched as a few more people rushed past me, most of them in sweats or pajamas. "What's going on?" I asked out loud, but no one stopped to inform me.

I huffed in annoyance and just followed the group of people out of the bedroom wing of the pack house. I entered the main floor and saw Troy leaning against a wall by himself. He was paler than his usual, extremely tan self, and he looked like he'd been hit by an emotional truck.

"Troy?" I called, walking over to him. Troy's eyes snapped up to lock on me, and he gulped. "What's wrong?" I asked as I threw my knotted hair up into a ponytail.

"There was a rogue attack," he said hoarsely.

"What?" I gasped, completely shocked, "Did we catch it?"

"Yeah," Troy replied, "We caught him, but someone got hurt."

"Who?" I asked, and Troy looked away. He swallowed hard and pushed his bangs up and out of his face. I frowned. "Troy, who got hurt? Tell me!"

"Adam."

My jaw dropped and I felt all blood drain from my face. "Where is he?" I asked quietly but urgently.

"In one of the medic rooms, but I don't know which," Troy replied, and without a reply, I turned on my heel and sprinted downstairs. I pushed past the mob of people heading towards the meeting hall and into the small medical area of the pack house. I saw my mom standing outside a room talking to my dad, and as I approached, she looked up and saw me.

"Dot," she breathed, and my dad turned to look at me.

I bypassed both of them and pushed into the medical room. It wasn't like I didn't want to talk to them; I was actually desperate to hug my mom at the moment. I went straight to Adam because he was my Beta. An Alpha and a Beta have a special bond, which made him so much more than my best friend.

As my eyes first found Adam, I gasped. He was pale, and had a fading bruise above his right eye. What got me upset, though, was the blood seeping through the temporary bandage on his shoulder. I watched as Fletcher, one of the pack medics, unwrapped the bloodstained bandage, and when I saw the ugly, oozing puncture wounds made by the rogue's fangs.

"What happened?" I demanded, ignoring Fletcher as he went about his job.

"I'm fine," Adam replied, using his good arm to reach up and push his unruly ginger hair out of his eyes.