AT THE PACK'S GATE
1098 Words
Raven's POV
**The next day**
I woke, prepared for the day, and stepped out of the motel.
I drove on, following the directions from the map.
“Oh damn, this journey is still longer than I thought,” I exhaled, hands gripping the wheel.
*12 hours later (Evening)*
Night was falling, and I needed a place to rest my head as I continued driving.
“I thought I'll arrive at the pack today”.
I pulled into a spot where two massive rocks formed a narrow passage between them, a mysterious path resembling a cave. The entrance was small.
“The map says I’m to pass through this path,” I muttered.
No vehicle could fit.
“I have to leave you here,” I whispered to my car, gathering my bag and valuables.
I approached the entrance, squinting into the darkness.
“I hope there isn’t a wild animal… or something worse,” I muttered, retrieving my flashlight from the bag.
I shone the light ahead and squeezed through the narrow opening.
Hands brushing rocks, I moved slowly and calculated; my ears strained.
A sudden, loud noise made me freeze. Something was coming.
I ducked behind a boulder and saw a beast emerge.
It resembled a wolf, at least the one I saw only but larger, more terrifying.
Its nose twitched as it sniffed in my direction.
The beast lunged. I drove my blade straight into it, making it stagger in pain, stepping backward.
I watched it growl, muscles tensing, then charge again.
I dodged, rolling behind it, climbed onto its back, and drew another blade. It yelped in pain before bolting into the darkness.
“Come back, motherfu**er,” I muttered, gasping slightly.
I pressed onward, deeper into the cave. Soon, I emerged into a dense forest.
“I guess I’ll pass the night here,” I whispered, settling down and keeping my bag close.
**The next morning**
I woke up as I adjusted the dagger strapped beneath my boot, pulled my hood higher, wiped the dried blood from my hair, and set out toward the pack’s main territory with the map in hand.
Every step deeper into the woods thickened the air. I kept walking until I reached a clearing, where a black crest adorned with a silver moon caught my eye.
“Who would’ve thought they were real…” I muttered, pulling out the file. It matched exactly.
Mason’s words echoed in my mind:
“He’s dangerous, intelligent, strong… nearly impossible to kill.”
“Then I’ll make it possible,” I whispered, glancing at the map one last time.
“Now… I think I can find my way.” I muttered, tearing the papers methodically.
When finished, I pressed on until I reached a tall iron gate. Two guards stood sentinel; massive, muscular, clad in black tactical gear, silver insignias glinting on their shoulders. Their scents hit me first: sharp, wild, animalistic.
This is fu**cking real?
“State your business,” one growled.
I forced a smile. “I’m looking for work. Heard the Alpha’s pack house always needs capable hands.”
The guards exchanged a glance. The taller sniffed subtly, muscles tensing.
“Human,” he muttered to the other. “She won’t last a day.”
My jaw tightened. “Try me.”
A wolf emerged, stalking toward me, claws scraping the ground, teeth bared.
This is… a werewolf? This isn't a dream?
“Now, let’s see what you’ve got,” one guard said.
“The rogue wolf’s going to feast on her,” the other added.
I stepped closer, meeting their gazes. “If I win this, you’ll let me in.”
“You can’t survive, talk of winning? Do you know how many intruders that wolf has killed?” one said as I let out a scoff.
“Let’s see how it goes,” I replied, turning my attention to the beast.
“Bring it on,” I gestured with four fingers.
The wolf circled, studying me and calculating. I drew my blade from my boot.
It lunged, head smashing into me. I staggered but held my ground as dust rose beneath us.
“I see you like it rough,” I muttered, gritting my teeth.
It lunged again and this time, I dodged, landing on its back as it slammed against trees, trying to dislodge me. I pressed tight, driving the blade into its fur repeatedly until it collapsed.
I cleaned the blood from my blade, slid it back into my boot, and stepped away.
“I’ll leave you this way,” I said, returning to the gate.
“Can I come in now?” I asked. Behind me, the guards’ eyes widened.
“She’s dead this time,” one whispered.
I turn to find another wolf approaching ; bigger and more menacing.
“Holy…shit,” I exhaled, drawing my blade again.
The wolf stopped, growled at the wounded one, then charged. It slammed me to the ground, my back hitting hard, pain flaring. I tried to rise, but it tossed me again, and my head struck a rock, bleeding.
“Playtime’s over,” I ground out, retrieving my blade.
It lunged once more. I jabbed at its face, narrowly avoiding being thrown. I shook the blade at its eyes, then drew out my second blade, climbing onto its back. I slashed relentlessly, striking its head until it staggered, weakened, and finally fell.
Exhaling, I grabbed my bag and approached the gate again.
“Can I come in now?” I asked.
The guards moved quickly, opening the gate.
“Come with me,” one said, leading me to a car. He drove, and soon a massive building came into view.
Is this where the Alpha lives? It's painful he has to lose this to reach his grave.
The guard opened the door; I stepped down and followed him into a hall guarded by four more.
“Wait here,” he instructed, leaving me alone.
*Minutes later*
He returned.
“The Alpha will see you shortly,” he said.
Better.
A heat rose in my body, a pungent scent hitting me.
“What’s wrong with these werewolves?” I muttered, louder than intended.
“You said what?” the guard snapped, jolting.
“Nothing… I’m fine,” I answered quickly, pinching my nose.
Then a figure appeared, confidence radiated off him. Muscular, precise, sharp-eyed, lips pink, almost… cute, he's definitely Alpha Lucien… but that’s not why I’m here.
The heat around him intensified as he finally stopped, meeting my gaze.
“Who are you?” he asked.
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