Healing

**Emily’s POV**

I tiredly trudged behind an overexcited Mary who was literally screaming out her lungs as we alighted one of Alpha Alexander’s private jets at the Grand Bahama Airport.

My emotions were everywhere, but the one which I am sure stuck to me like a leech to its host was anger.

I was angry, terribly pissed that we could just be sent out for no reason at all, and to make matters worse, Mary seemed so excited about this trip that she didn’t even complain about it being too sudden.

I didn’t bother trying to argue with the so-called Alpha about it anymore because I didn’t want him to go all beast mode on me anymore.

Funny enough, when I asked Mary about it She told me that he was a werewolf and not a beast and that I was a werewolf as well; and ever since I have been confused.

I’ve literally browsed through google for every sign exhibited by werewolves and I still couldn’t relate any of its signs to myself.

I snapped back to reality when a black Sleek Audi A8 pulled up right i