The Two Alphas' Fated Witch

"Okay, okay, I get it already! Now can you please stop with the throbbing before you get us killed?!" The winding road beyond my windshield is dark, as per usual this time of night. It's so late, I haven't seen another car since I left Downtown. If it weren't for this gods-damned migraine, I'd probably be enjoying the drive to Cassie's place and singing horribly to some stupid song on my 1000+ playlist. But of course, that most recent plea for mercy was rewarded with nothing but another blast of pain, right behind my eyes. Thank the gods I've driven this road like a hundred thousand times. Otherwise that red mailbox that's always hanging in the street would've been creamed. I groan mentally, hoping I won't receive any further punishment, but I'm sorely mistaken as another wave hits. Come on, just a few more minutes and we'll get those crazy magic pills Cassie's mom makes from her garden herbs. I swear, if there were any witches in this city left after the wolves chased them all out, I'd guarantee she's one of them. She even has the pointy hat for it. I giggle, thinking about that funny blue barret with the cute glittery hat on it that she always wears to keep her black bangs back. I instantly stop giggling when my brain painfully reminds me why we're driving to her place so late at night. After glancing at my phone a few times, my social anxiety gets the better of me and forces me to call Cassie just one more time. After just one ring, I hear my best friend answer snarkily with a "There is no way you are here already." I cringe a little at the sound of her voice, but smirk anyway. "No, I'm just making sure that-" She cuts me off mid-sentence. "Oh no you don't. This is the fourth time you've called to ask that, Ali!" "I know, I know. I just don't wanna bother you guys, and I'm just making sure-" She sighs/groans heavily and replies "No, you are not being a bother. No, we weren't sleeping yet. And no, you are not turning around to just suffer in your room all night. Mom would kill us both if I let you do that." I smile, imaging the scolding I'd get for it. "Yeah, you're right. I'm on my way." "Good. Now hang up and focus on driving. I don't want to find out you ran off the road because of your insecurities." "Hehe, okay, okay. See ya soon." "Love ya, b***h!" And with that super endearing farewell she always gives me, Cassie hangs up. Still, I can't stop the grin creeping along my face. What would I do without the Santiagos? Suddenly, while I look away for just a second in order to put my phone back in my pocket, a large, orange, and furry mass meanders into my freaking lane. I react as quickly as possible, pulling right and screeching to a halt on the side of the road, right near the Baptist Church. These gods-damned werewolves!! I turn off my car and open my Jeep door before my better judgement shows itself. "Watch where you're running, jackass!" I shout to the still sprinting mass. The orange wolf just ignores me and runs further into the forest, chasing whatever had caught their attention. Shaking my head, I get back in the car. Can this day get any worse? Of course it can, which I quickly realize after another torrent of pain rips through my mind, surging through my neck into my hands. This one hits hard, and it takes awhile before I finally calm down. Trying to shake it off, I start the car. Or, rather, I try to, but my day just keeps getting worse as I turn the key and all I get is click click click. A few more tries, but nothing more. The stress, pain, and overall hatred for my entire being starts to get a hold of me, and I know those tears are pooling up. It's okay, just call Cassie back. Maybe they can come grab us... A growl interrupts my soon-to-be panic attack, forcing my attention back on the forest across the street. That same orange wolf is back, and they're staring straight at my car, hackles raised and fangs bared. What the fu- My brain doesn't have time to finish that thought as they sprint towards my car and lunge at my window with their gnashing jaws. If it weren't for the glass, their teeth would've ripped my neck open in a second. I jump backwards instinctually as my heart stops for a second. What the f**k? It's silent for a moment before barking and growling pound into my eardrums as their paws pound on my door. Are they trying to break in? That answer is swiftly made apparent by another hammering of paws and claws, followed by a clink sound. Now, my driver's side window has a crack in it. Not a big deal. If it weren't for the wolf trying to slaughter me, that is. Yes. Yes they are. Adrenaline finally kicks in and forces my fat ass over the cup holders and into my passenger seat. I start try to dial 911 when I notice the "no signal" icon in the corner of my screen. "Oh, for f**k's sake!" More fur clashes into the continually cracking window as I look around, trying desperately to find a way out. That's when my eyes lock on the Baptist Church. With it's front doors slightly open. Alright, let's see how fast our fat ass can run! I wait for one more hit before opening the passenger door and running as hard as I can. I hear the growls and barks behind me, but I don't look back. I just keep pushing towards those open doors and praying to whichever gods will listen that I make it there in time. Please, please, please! Just as I feel like they're about to pounce on me, I make it into the church lobby and slam those doors shut. Just in time to here a thump. Sliding down the inner side of the door, I try to catch my breath. All the while, that deranged psychopath growls furiously outside. I smile a little. Not today, Death! I exhale and look up, hoping to find someone awake and willing to help me. That's when I realize three things. First, these church doors are never open this late at night. Sure, they probably stay unlocked, like any other church, but I've never seen them ajar like they just were. Second, the growl isn't just coming from outside. And lastly, the orange wolf wasn't alone. ...what the actual fuck...