The Two Alphas' Fated Witch

I'm Alive?

Piercing black eyes freeze me to the door back. In fact, this wolf is completely black, from ears to coat to eyes. If it weren't for the growl they're producing, or those pearly white canines, glistening in the moonlight coming through the windows, I probably wouldn't have known they were there. However, that little pale light is enough for me to see their sharpness. And to imagine how horrid it will feel if they get sunk into me. I gulp. "L-look, I don't know what I did, b-but-"

This hulking black mass silences me with a new ripple of louder growls. I may not speak Wolf, but even I know that means "shut up".

Okay, talking won't work. What now?

I glance around, looking desperately for a new plan, and find an entrance to some side room. There! I look back at the wolf in front of me, and know they saw it too. Just as they lunge towards me, I dive into that side parlor, slam the door, and lock it ASAP. Thank the gods it has a lock!

But now I'm stuck in a tiny-ass room, with nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide, while all that separates me from two psychotic, murderous werewolves is a flimsy door and a turn lock a grade schooler could pick. My poor situation is made even more obvious as the growls and barking start up again. The force of what I can only assume is a wolf's body ramming repeatedly into the door shakes the entire room I'm cowering in.

"Please, I'm sorry I almost ran one of you over. Really, but-"

Another slam cracks the painted wood on my side, and I squeak out a terrified cry.

"Does almost running you over really warrant this?! You're really gonna kill me over an almost accident?!?!"

Another slam splits the door in two. Now only the hinges are holding those splintered planks at bay. I rush behind a sofa, getting out of sight from the door

I'm gonna die today, huh...

I stay crouched behind the couch as the sound of wood clattering violently to the floor resounds throughout the room. The growls come closer, creeping slowly towards my hiding spot, one on either side. But that is drowned out easily by the fervent beating coming from my chest.

Please don't find me. Please don't find me!

All of a sudden, an eerie silence falls upon the parlor. But not the they-left-me-alone-finally silence. No, this is the other kind.

The they-found-me kind.

Time slows as I look from one wolf to the other. They're strikingly different when compared to each other directly: one leaner with bright orange fur and dark hazel eyes while the other is large, bulky, and shadow incarnate from nose to tail. But they are a perfect match in their intensity as they release one final growl, open their deadly maws, and pounce at my cowering form in a united ambush.

As they begin to gain speed, I push my hands out instinctively, palms outwards. My body thinks it can stop them just by this small gesture, but my mind knows better.

See you soon, Mom.

As their muzzles meet my fingers, I shut my eyes tight and prepare for more pain. But I guess I still have some will to live, because I can't help but let out one last scream.

"STOP!"

***

"Seriously? Another migraine? Look, if you don't want to work here, you can just quit instead of making lame, overused excuses."

"You're leaving early again, huh? You ungrateful b***h! Do you know how many people would kill for this opportunity? To work for me?!"

"Home early again? Pfft, what, did they finally fire you, ya lazy cow?"

"You know you're dead when Dad gets home, right? Hehehe."

"ARE YOU f*****g SERIOUS?! DO YOU PLAN TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE DOING NOTHING?!?! HOW COULD SOMEONE SO USELESS BE MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!"

stop...please just...

"STOP!!!"

I jolt awake, breathing heavily like I ran up a large flight of stairs. Calm down. It's okay. It was just a nightmare. We get them all the time. I close my eyes and slowly but surely relax my heart rate back to normal operating rhythm. Gods, I should be used to these by now. They've become as common and frequent as my migraines these past two years.

My migraines...

Everything comes back to me. Leaving work early. My argument with Dad. Heading to Cassie's place for the night...

The drive.

The church.

...The wolves...

I open my eyes again and scan my surrounds. I'm in a giant bedroom with rustic log cabin walls and door. There's a plaid armchair and a bureau that match the decor perfectly, as does the large comforter covering the king sized bed I was sleeping in. A small square window sits above the header board, shedding enough sunlight to take everything in.

This isn't my room.

This isn't the Santiagos'.

Where the f**k am I?!

Suddenly, I hear footsteps charging towards my room. Before the door bursts open, I shut my eyes and go limp, pretending to be asleep. Living with my father has taught me a thing or two about how to avoid people. Faking being asleep is one of them.

I use my other senses to discern what's happening. Two sets of footsteps come to my bed, one hastier than the other. I feel a weight shift the bed to one side and smell hints of cinnamon, pine, and vanilla as a shadow comes over me. I'm almost certain if I were to open my eyes, I'd be inches away from someone's face. But I've dealt with this before, and I've learned to keep limp, only moving slightly, while breathing slow.

"I swear, I felt her wake up," says a male voice. He sounds annoyed, like a teenager impatiently waiting for a concert to start. But his voice is slightly deeper than a teen's. Probably early twenties, like me.

"I know, I felt it too" responds another man from the other side of the bed. His voice is calmer, but with a slight annoyance still hidden within. It's much deeper, more mature. But every bit as impatient as the guy still hovering over me.

"Seriously, when is she gonna wake up? It's been three days already. I don't know how much longer I can take!"

"You, me, and our Betas. But nothing's come even close to waking her up."

"Ugh! Why'd it have to be her?!" The younger one finally gets out of my face and off the bed. I hear them both walk back out of the room, but they don't bother to close the door this time. Great.

I exhale softly and slowly open my eyes. Yep, the door is open, and I can hear them deeper in another room. "Want some more coffee, Joey?"

Over the clattering of dishes, I hear the older one mumble "No, thanks."

I sigh again as I try to think about what's happening. I'm in a strange place with two men, roughly around my age. The last thing I remember was being attacked by two werewolves in a church, so unless some random strangers saved me that night, that's probably them. They said I've been asleep for three days...

Crap, I'm so gonna be fired!

Really? That's what we're worrying about right now?

Right, first things first. I move my right hand slowly under the covers to search my pocket. Come on. Where is it...? Aha, gotcha! Still moving slowly, I pull out my phone and press the home button, hoping I can call 911 or something. But nothing happens and I'm left staring at a black screen.

Why does this battery only last a freaking day?!

Okay, new plan. I look towards the door again. I can probably get to it before they notice, but there's no guarantee the exit is close by. And there's no way I can get away from wherever this is before they catch me and kill me...

Wait, why am I alive?

If they wanted to kill me, I'd be dead already. So they must want me alive. But why...?

I sigh again. Only one way to find out.

Slowly,. calmly, and quietly, I sneak towards the door, careful to stay out of sight until the last possible second. It always surprises people how quiet and stealthy a fat person can be. Once I'm just about to be in the doorway, I pause.

Alright now, take a deep breath...

As I exhale, I grab for the doorknob, slam the thing shut, and sit behind the door with my back holding it firmly in place.

"So, who's gonna tell me what the f**k is going on??"