Bite of a werewolf

Meeting beta Michael

Chapter two

Rebecca had to join a pack of werewolves just to seek for revenge. She knew that, no matter the consequences of her actions, it would be worth it in the end to get what she’d wanted.

The group she found was one of the older members, a beta named Michael. He seemed nice enough and he helped Rebecca with training when it came to being an Alpha. She didn’t know if his position as Beta would change anything but she was sure that once he did become Alpha he would have no qualms about having her train with him.

The rest of the wolves In the group, however, she felt like they’d rather avoid working with her. They avoided her at all costs, even going so far as to make jokes about how “they wouldn’t want anyone as ugly as her to ever hold a position in their Pack.”

The worst part of this whole arrangement, though, was that Rebecca couldn’t tell why they hated her so much. They never made any move towards physically hurting her or doing anything malicious to her. Even on the days that they did try to hurt her they only did so subtly, trying to distract Rebecca from a mission they weren’t supposed to do. When she tried to point out these behaviors, though, they brushed off her questions as unimportant or just something someone who’s not used to the job said.

Rebecca tried to keep herself busy in order to stay strong, to keep herself sane. She spent hours training and reading books on alphas and betas. She trained until her arms were sore and her legs cramping, and still, she felt as if she hadn’t done enough. It wasn’t until Rebecca heard about a new Alpha that everything finally changed.

“I’m not sure I trust him,” Michael told Rebecca over dinner one night. He had been telling her how he wanted to take up more territory and that the new Alpha seemed to be holding them back. It seemed like it might work, too; after all, Rebecca hadn’t exactly met him yet either. She had heard rumors about him before but she hadn’t really paid attention to most of them. The few times she had seen him had been from afar when other groups of wolves stopped to talk to him. He always appeared friendly and calm while talking to everyone else but whenever he spoke to Rebecca he looked away quickly.

“You’ve gotta give me more than that,” she replied. “Who is he?”

Michael shrugged. “We won’t meet him until the next full moon.”

They finished eating and Rebecca walked home with Michael and another wolf, another Beta. Rebecca’s stomach started twisting when she realized she was walking through familiar territory again. As much as she enjoyed walking around with Michael, there were times when it got boring without someone else.

But tonight, walking side by side with him, listening to the other boy speak excitedly about their new Alpha, made Rebecca feel at peace. She liked hearing the sound of Michael’s voice and knowing that he wanted to spend time with her. That was why she agreed to come to the meeting tonight, and not to go and find herself another Pack member. She wanted to be around Michael. She wanted to learn more about his pack and their relationship with the Alpha, but she also wanted the chance to be around a friend.

Maybe even to be closer to a mate. If the Alpha was anything like Michael, then Rebecca could handle spending a little extra time with him, couldn’t she?

By the time Rebecca arrived at her house, her thoughts on whether or not the meeting was going to be fun or awkward already swirled through her mind.

As they entered her house, Michael went straight into his room, but Rebecca followed him. She stood near his bed, staring at the wall as if she was planning something, but she never looked at Michael. She didn’t have a plan but she didn’t feel comfortable leaving Michael alone when they were in the house.

She decided to wait until he came out of his room because it seemed like the safest choice.

After a few minutes, the door opened a crack and he peeked out, looking both ways before stepping fully into the room. “What are you gonna do when your mom comes home? Go hide under the covers or something?”

Rebecca chuckled softly at his comment. “No, I don’t think that’ll work. Besides, my mom doesn’t usually come home until late.”

Michael nodded slowly, seeming to understand what she meant. “So, what are we gonna do?”

Rebecca thought for a moment before answering. “Well, I guess we can watch TV or something. Or we can talk if you want.”

He smiled slightly. “That works for me. Do you have anything specific in mind?”

Rebecca shook her head. “Not really. What do you want to do?”

Before she answered, Michael took a second look around the room. “There’ s a couch in the corner. We should sit down there and talk instead of standing around here.”

“Sounds good,” Rebecca nodded. As Michael moved to the sofa in the corner of the room, she glanced around the room again, noticing something that she hadn’t noticed before.

“Michael…” She trailed off quietly as she approached him.

Her eyes drifted down to where he held his hand against his arm.

A large bruise covered most of his forearm. A dark purple mark stretched across it. “Michael…what happened?”

Michael turned toward Rebecca, frowning. “What do you mean?”

She stepped close to him and grabbed his wrist. “It looks like someone beat you up pretty badly. Who did this to you?”

“Why does it matter?” Michael asked defensively.

Rebecca raised her eyebrows as she stared at him. “Of course it matters. You’re hurt and you could have gotten seriously hurt. Don’t try to play dumb like this isn’t important. Did someone attack you?”

His eyes widened and he pulled his hand away, shaking it lightly. “No, of course not! Why would I get attacked when I go outside all the time? I’m perfectly safe.”

“Then who did this? Someone tried to attack you, right?” Rebecca asked again.

Michael let out a deep breath, turning away from her. “Fine, okay? Some alpha tried to take over our territory and I fought back. Now can we please stop talking about it?”

“Okay, sure.” Rebecca backed away, letting out a soft breath of relief. For a moment she felt bad for making Michael upset but she pushed those feelings away. He was a stranger. She shouldn’t have cared so much about what he might’ve been up to. And besides, he didn’t need to worry about her. “