Accepted In The Pack *EDITING* *ON HOLD*

Chapter Fourteen: What's Unknown Doesn't Hurt

BANG BANG, CHU CHU TRAIN!!

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"I want out." he said.

The Alpha turned around with his eyebrows raised. "Ah!" he said smiling. He walked over and clapped a hand on his back. "My inside man! How's the pack? The girl?"

"Omen's fine." the werewolf replied. "She's almost completely recovered from that wolf you sent out to kill her from Roger's pack. Her new wolf is helping her heal."

"Yes, I heard that she discovered her wolf. This only makes killing her more difficult. Anything new?"

"They haven't mated, if that's what you're asking." the boy said. "I don't want to be your spy anymore, Alpha."

"Well, what do you mean?" His smile began to fade as he turned to the young werewolf. "You're my inside man!"

"You never agreed that my friend would get hurt! Part of my pack! The runt ! Your little assassin put my friend in a coma! We never agreed to that!" He was beginning to get mad.

"I'm sorry your friend got hurt. It was his own fault for stepping in." The Alpha shrugged him off and turned away, looking at nowhere in particular in the woods.

"His own fault?" the young wolf growled. He felt his temper rising, so he tried to calm down. He knew who would win in a fight between him and the Alpha. "I don't want to be your mole anymore. Find some other sucker to be your 'inside man', 'cause I'm done." He turned to walk away when he was seized by the shoulders. Two other large werewolves had grabbed him by the arms and threw him on the ground. The boy let out an Oof! as his back connected with the ground.

"You're in too deep to get out now, boy." the Alpha growled at him. The boy was close to whimpering he was so threatening. "You want this over, kill her yourself."

He said nothing. The young werewolf knew he could never do that. He was getting too attached to Omen, and the rest of his pack would never forgive him. He already felt guilty for betraying his friends. The thought of being hated by them made him even more upset.

"That's what I thought." the Alpha said. He leaned down and patted the boy's cheek. He jerked his face away from his hand. The Alpha got mad by this. He grabbed him by his hair and forced him to look at him. "You're going to follow the plan." He smiled wickedly. "Or else we will kill the rest of your pack one-" He pulled out a hair on his head. "-by-" Another hair. "-one." He ripped out a small clump of hair from the nape of his neck. The boy cried out and clutched the back of his neck. The Alpha dropped the hair on his chest, little pieces of skin and some blood attached.

"I think it's time I left." the boy said.

The Alpha calmly nodded. "I agree." He leaned down again and smacked him across the face so hard, that the young werewolf blacked out after hearing a sickening crack.

"How do you feel?"

I sighed and looked over at Alden. This was the third time today he had asked and it was only noon. The irritating part is I woke up at eleven thirty.

"Ask me that one more time and this fork is going to go somewhere forks really don't belong." I threatened.

I was feeling back to normal, my neck was sometimes a little sore, though. Simon was still in a coma, but not dead. Unconscious is better than dead, I guess. The guys haven't stopped bugging me. they keep asking how I am and if I'm feeling alright.

"Sorry." Alden mumbled. He went back to eating his bagel. I gave him a quick side hug and went back to my omlet. Someone placed their hand on my waist and sat down next to me. I could already tell who it was by the butterflys in my stomach. I smiled and turned to him.

"Hey."

"You should've waited for me to finish my shower." Ashton said, sitting down. He stole a piece of my toast and took a large bite.

"I was hungry." I said, taking my toast from his hand. He pouted at me, so I gave it back.

"We're talking about food, right?" Alden said. He narrowed his eyes at Ashton, who chuckled.

"You perv." I said to him. He smiled at me, then started stuffing bacon in his mouth. I went back to my food, but felt Ashton staring at me. I turned to him and laughed slightly. "What?"

After a moment, he nuzzled his face in my neck lightly and mumbled, "I'm so lucky."

I laughed. "You're such a dork."

He pulled back and looked at me with a funny face. "You just ruined a perfectly good romantic moment!"

We laughed as Elliot, Dominic, and Pierce walked over with their breakfasts.

I did a doubletake. "What the hell happened to you two?" I exclaimed. I jumped up and grabbed Elliot's face, inspecting his badly bruised cheek and swollen lip. I then moved on to Dominic, who had a black eye and bent nose.

"I visited my friend the other day. Lets just say he was better at boxing than he was last time I saw him." Elliot said. He grinned slightly, sat down and started eating.

I turned to Dominic. "And you?"

"I, uh," he looked at his plate in his hand. "I ran into... Something."

"Something? Like what?" I questioned.

"A fist." he said, then he quickly put his plate down on the table and ran out of the cafeteria.

"What? Wait, Dom!" I called after. I ran after him. "Dom! Dominic!" I grabbed his shoulder and yanked him to a stop. We were near the track.

"No!" He practically whined. "Please, Omen. Let it go!"

"No!" I yelled. "Tell me who did this to you!"

He looked in my eyes for a couple moments, then he sighed.

"Her name is Emma." He sighed.

"A girl did that to you?" I asked astonished. He let out a groan, covered his face with his hands, and sat on the ground with his elbows on his knees.

"I messed up, Omen. I messed up so bad, the guy on the Titanic who saw the iceberg and said, 'Eh, no big deal.' would tell me I messed up."

I sat down next to him and rubbed his back. "What happened? Tell me everything."

He sighed. "I went into town the other day, and I met her at the mall. She and her friends kept checking me out and giggling and- oh, god, she is so adorable when she laughs!" He dragged his hands down his face and continued. "Anyway, I talked to her and bought her a necklace and, eventually, I went on a date with her."

"What's the bad thing? Why did she beat you up?" I asked.

"She told me she was a big fan of Twilight, and I was just so lost in her eyes that I ended up telling her I was a werewolf. When I wouldn't deny it, she punched me twice because she thought I was making fun of her."

"You told her?"

"I couldn't help it! I don't know what I was saying! She's just so beautiful and I just got lost in her big brown eyes. Once I said it, I figured I might as well just be completely honest with her."

"Well, if you two are meant to be together, then she'll forgive you. I'm really not the best at relationship advice." I shrugged.

"It's fine." He sighed. "I just hope you're right."