The Bully Alpha's Defiant Slave

Chapter 2

Sandi

We got into Lindsay's car and were soon headed towards her house. As we drove, I kept mentally going over how ridiculous this whole situation was.

Looking over at Lindsay who was focusing on the road ahead of us, I asked, "Are we seriously going to your house to talk to your parents about werewolves?"

"Yes, because that's the only way you are going to fully understand what I am trying to tell you," she replied in a voice that brooked no argument.

"I feel like we need to be locked up in a psyche ward. I mean... this is crazy," I stated, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Once you speak to my parents you will understand," she told me.

"Lindsay..." I began, but she cut me off again, saying, "Sandi, you need to talk to my parents. You need to understand why this werewolf thing is so important."

"What do you mean by that? Why is it so important? What haven't you told me?" I asked her.

"Well, considering you haven't believed a word of what I have said about the werewolves, it is safe to say I might not have told you everything. Besides, it would sound better coming from my parents," she replied, her eyes still focused on the road ahead.

It was only a short time later that we pulled up in front of Lindsay's house. She parked the car in the driveway, and we got out, walking to the front door. Lindsay opened the door and ushered me inside. As soon as we were both inside the house, she closed the door, locking it behind us.

"Mom, you in here?" Lindsay called out.

"In the kitchen honey," her mother replied.

"Come with me," Lindsay said, as she made her way into the kitchen with me following along behind her.

As soon as we entered the kitchen, we saw both her parents seated at the dining table with steaming mugs of coffee in front of them.

"Lindsay, honey. What are you doing at home?" her mother asked her, a look of concern upon her face.

"Yes, why aren't you at school?" her father asked, also looking concerned.

"Mom, Dad, I need you both to explain the seriousness of the werewolf situation to Sandi," Lindsay stated as she looked at her parents expectantly.

"Lindsay, please tell me you didn't share our conversation with your friends," her mother replied, a look of horror upon her face.

"Mom, don't you get it? I have one friend. Just one. And what you told me last night... well, this affects her. I tried telling her about the werewolves, but she doesn't believe me. So please, tell her," Lindsay said, looking at them both with eyes that were filled with unshed tears.

"Lindsay..." I said, but she cut me off and said, "No, Sandi. This is serious. Mom, Dad, please, please tell her."

I watched as Lindsay's parents looked at each other for a moment before looking back to an expectant Lindsay.

"Maybe the two of you should sit down," her father said, gesturing toward the empty seats.

We both took a seat and I looked across the table at her parents. I watched as they looked at each other, almost like they were silently trying to figure out just how much to tell us.

"Today guys..." Lindsay groaned impatiently.

Her parents looked at us and her father began speaking. "Okay, so, werewolves are real," he said.

"Yeah, Lindsay mentioned something about that," I told him.

"I'm not sure whether you fully understand what we are telling you, honey," Lindsay's mother said to me as her eyes met mine.

"Sure I am. You are telling me that the monsters I have seen in numerous horror movies are real. I mean it's not like it affects me. They don't live in our town... wait, they don't live in our town, do they?" I asked her.

"No, they don't live in our town," Lindsay's mother said.

"But their existence might affect you," her father added.

"How?" I asked, confused by that remark.

"Because every year the werewolf pack chooses girls from the graduating class. You are graduating this year," her father told me.

"Yeah, but so is Lindsay," I said, my voice filled with confusion.

"Yes, but Lindsay won't be on their radar," her father stated in a voice filled with certainty.

"And why is that?" I asked him.

Because... because they only select from the girls who... who are athletic. And as you can see, Lindsay... well, she is an overweight nerd. So she will be safe. But you, well, your whole life you have been into sports. You will definitely be on their radar," her mother explained.

"Do my parents know about this, do you think?" I asked them.

"I'm not sure," her mother replied quietly.

"Could you talk to them? Is there any way you could tell them? That way we could do something about it. Maybe if something was to happen to me, they could at least be prepared for it," I told them.

"What do you think your parents would be able to do to change anything?" her father asked me.

"I don't know, but like I said, they could at least be prepared to lose me," I said with a shrug.

"Well, the correct answer to that question is nothing. You can't do anything to stop them from taking you away. If your parents tried to stop them from taking you away. The werewolves... they would just kill them right in front of you, then take you away anyway. And as for your comment about them being prepared to lose you. Well, I hate to break it to you kid, but no parent is ever prepared to lose their child," Lindsay's father stated, his eyes on mine.

"So... you don't care that they could be caught off guard with all this?" I asked him.

His eyes still on mine, he shrugged and said, "Not my problem, kid."

"So, because it doesn't impact your daughter, you're totally okay with other people losing their daughters," I stated, looking at him.

"Sandi, I know it seems like we don't care, but we do. It's just that if we get involved, then we could be punished too," Lindsay's mother explained.

"So, if that is the case, how did you find out that there really are werewolves in this world?" I asked, wanting to know how they had learned about this huge secret.

"My sister was chosen by the werewolves. She was four years older than me, and the year she graduated from high school the werewolves claimed her. My parents and I were given five minutes to say our goodbyes, then they left, and we never saw her again," Lindsay's mother explained, her eyes watery with unshed tears.

"I had an aunt?" Lindsay whispered, clearly shocked by this revelation.

"You did," her mother replied.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Lindsay asked, her eyes on her mother.

"We did everything we could to make sure we didn't lose you like your mother lost her sister. That's why we never pushed you to participate in sports. We were content with you enjoying your books and movies and computer stuff, because it meant we wouldn't lose you to them," her father explained to her.

"So, you won't talk to Sandi's parents and give them a heads-up about this?" Lindsay asked her parents.

"If we could, we would," her mother replied.

"You can. Please, just sit down with them and tell them the truth. Explain to them about the werewolves," Lindsay told her.

"Lindsay, I understand you wanting to protect your friend. Believe me, I do. But by doing what you are asking, we could be putting our family at risk. So, please, please, don't put us in this position. Don't endanger our family," her mother whispered.

"Lindsay, your parents are right. They have done so much to keep you safe. Don't put them in a position where it would all be for nothing," I told her.

Lindsay turned to look at me, her eyes wide and panicked, "But... what about you?" she asked.

"Don't worry about me. You have warned me, and I am sure that everything will be okay. There are plenty of girls in this town who do sports and outdoor activities. Girls that are far prettier than me, and far more athletic than me," I told her.

"But... they could still take you away," she whispered.

"Maybe, but nothing is set in stone yet," I told her.

"Sandi, thank you for understanding," Lindsay's father said, his gaze holding mine across their dining table.

"It's okay, Sir. I understand. Honestly, I do. You need to protect your family," I told him.

He nodded his head, seeming happy with my answer. Beside me, Lindsay began to quietly cry. I knew she was worried that I was going to get taken away by werewolves. I wasn't sure if I believed in their existence yet. I guess it was just going to have to be a case of seeing is believing. That is, of course, if I were ever to be unfortunate enough to ever encounter a werewolf in my lifetime.