Wildfire

Chapter 12

The next couple of months we traveled around the US chasing leads. We decided to visit the other 3 packs and try to find some clues. In Wyoming there weren’t any survivors. We didn’t really find any new leads either so we decided to head to New Mexico next.

We were surprised seeing that there were twelve of them that made it. We found out that they only survived because their neighboring pack was only 15 minutes away. One of the pack members decided that they wanted to join us on our journey. Her name’s Milly and she is one tough b***h. She was the alphas only child, the future alpha. Only reason why she was even alive was because she was visiting the neighboring pack. Milly was not only tough but beautiful. She was probably like 5’6”ish, had pale skin, beautiful light brown curls that went down past her shoulders. She looked like she had the body of someone that does CrossFit, strong. She had dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, and some freckles scattered around her nose an cheeks. As beautiful as she is you could see that she held no emotions in her face. She was broken and lost everyone she loved it made her look older then she really was. I couldn’t believe she was just 20. And just like he rest of us she wanted her revenge.

After finding Milly we still didn’t find any new leads. Still being slightly discouraged we didn’t give up so we started to head to Northern California. We ended up finding 3 survivors there. James and Deacon were pack warriors commanded to protect the alphas youngest child and only daughter Sierra.

James and Deacon were twins. 6’1” ft tall, black hair that was shaved on the sides letting the top grow out more, Deacon had clean shaved face, james had scruff, both had high cheekbones and strong jaws and a nice tan. They looked so much alike except Deacon has a mole on his right cheek and James has a full sleeve on his right arm. Sierra was a beautiful girl, only 16 but maybe after everything that’s happened she looked very mature. Her hair went down to her mid back, long black and wavy, she had a nice tan ( probably because she was half Native American), an oval face but a strong jaw.

One thing I learned when I met Sierra was not to underestimate her. She was only 5’3” but she was fierce. Let’s say that daddy raised her to be strong. After the attack they managed to catch a rouge and torcher them... well she did most of the interrogating from what the twins told me. Turned out he was the rouge King’s delta and this girl got him talking. She managed to find out that he was hiding out in Alaska.