People peer out of their cabin doors or as they wonder past us. I watch in awe as huge wolves like Hendrick pad in and out of the forest and houses undisturbed. I search for the grey wolf, and the graveyard wolf but don't spot any of them. I spot a sandy-colored wolf but she doesn't have blue eyes and she's much bigger than the one I had dreamt about. I desperately search their faces and the wolves for Hendrick. He isn't here -what if they kill me before he can come? I shut my eyes and wish that there was some way I could call to him. Can he feel that I'm in trouble? If he can sense my grief and happiness and I can sense when he was lying, then surely he can feel that I'm terrified. "You'll be okay," Kennedy whispers softly. I turn towards him and he passes me a tissue from his pocket, "Mira is hot-tempered but she's a strong Alpha. No one will harm you." His smile is soft and I find my heart slowing down. Maybe he's right-I could just be jumping to conclusions. It's quite obvious t

"Jayden told you already," Aiden snips as he shuts the door behind him and Hendrick, "Paws off the furniture." She huffs but jumps down and picks up her clothes in her mouth. As she trots to the back of the house where I assume her bedroom is, she shifted. I'm surprised as her naked form disappears down the house, but I seem to be the only one who's staring. I stand up from the couch, unsure what to do next. Seeing the two of them standing beside one another, it's clear to me that Aiden and Hendrick are father and son. Aiden's an almost replica of Hendrick-just with peppered hair and stubble-and I can't believe that I had missed it initially. Aiden narrows his eyes at Hendrick, who's pointedly looking at the ground. He looks like a boy who's been caught stealing from the cookie jar. "Your name?" Aiden turns to me. I stare at him with wide eyes as his begins towards me, "What's your name?" "A-Alora," I stick my hand out to him. He grasps my forearm firmly like I had seen Skyler and

Jayden cringes as I jam my phone back into my pocket, "Voicemail?" "Yeah," I mumble, leaning against the passenger door and staring out the window. It's been six days since I have been taken to Abrego. They have let me come and go since, but I haven't spoken to Hendrick since. I've tried to give him space, but my patience is running thin today. He's avoiding me, and I don't know why. I thought we had put aside what happened with his pack finding out about me, but apparently not. Or maybe there's another reason-I can't tell. Jayden and Skyler have been hanging out with me during and after school, answering the questions I have about the Wolves. They all worship the three Goddesses that Avianna had told me about, each pack varying in their level of piousness. Apparently, Abrego is considered fairly religious which is why they have a pack healer. My understanding is that some packs are far more religious-namely the packs that are closer to The Order-while others possess a mild awarenes

You mustn't tell anyone about being the Prophet. Not even Hendrick. Not even Mira or Ilya. Avianna's words echo in my head even as I sit beside Jayden. We're watching a movie, but I haven't done much but stare at the screen. All I can think about is the vast amount of information I have suddenly find myself in. I'm a member of the Abregon Pack. So is Hendrick, Skyler, Claude, and Jayden. Avianna is their pack healer. Mira and Ilya are the ones in charge-the Alphas. Hendrick's father, Aiden, is their Beta. There are two kinds of Wolves-the werewolves and the lycans. That splits up even further; some lycans go onto joining The Order of the Huntress. And apparently I'm some oracle. At least it explains the dreams, think with an anxious laugh. It's good to know that I haven't completely lost it. "You good?" Jayden glances over at me. The credits are rolling on the T.V. and she laughs, "I don't think I've ever seen someone be so quiet while watching Monty Python." "Sorry," I smile, "

She doesn't move initially, and I almost yelp in surprise as she slinks down on her knees. He watches her as she crawls up to him like a fox, sliding between his legs with a sly glint in her eyes. She looks at him for the longest time, breathing deep as her hands creep to the zips on his pants. He watches her tiredly but with mild interest, and she takes this as encouragement. However, as she leans forward to kiss him, he stops her, "Lara. Go to sleep." "You're in a mood tonight," She growls in frustration, her chest puffing out another irritated sound. I can almost see her hackles raising as she snatches her hands away from his pants, "What's your problem? Is this about her-" "Right now. You are," He speaks bluntly, his gaze dull and bored. Waving half-heartedly at the door, he finishes their conversation, "Leave." The door slams shut, and I can hear her angry heels clonking down the hallway. There's the sound of an elevator door pinging and then absolute silence. The phone is no