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Charlie padded through what used to be the lounge area, towards a door that led into a small room. She sniffed the air before shifting back into her human form. Quickly grabbing the backpack she had left behind the last time she had been there and throwing on the clothes that were in it. She knew exactly where she was and she couldn’t help but feel like she was back home with her family in this small little house. The walls were still white, but they now had a thick layer of dust and cobwebs that clung to them. Everything that resembled her old room was there, but full of dust and in some places soot. Charlie looked towards the closet that she had hidden on that night of the attack, the memory of the man walking away, after telling her to be quiet and wait until the 3rd bell rang. She hadn’t known what the f**k he had meant but she had followed the order anyway. She walked out of the room, crossing the living room floor towards the front door, opening it slowly.

No one seemed to be around and this gave her the freedom to wander about the small town. She remembered very little of her childhood here and even less about what happened around here. Charlie made her way towards what she thought might be the packhouse. She wasn’t entirely sure she was correct about the direction but the huge house that suddenly appeared seemed to answer her question. The pack's lands had become a spot for rogues to stop during their travels. The city hadn’t tried to fix up the small town as the workers felt too scared to enter it, but it had always made her wonder why another Alpha had never taken it over? Was it out of respect or was there some other, deeper reason behind it?

Charlie had always wondered why Magnus and Olive had gotten upset when they thought she had been the Beta’s daughter but she never voiced the question out loud, worried that she would stumble on some hidden secret that she was sure she didn’t want to know, she wanted the memories of her father and mother to remain untainted. She crossed the overgrown grounds and entered the crumbling packhouse.

“Magnus?” Charlie shouted as she walked down a hallway, glass crunching under her shoes as she went. She had come here at least once a month to check on the rogue wolf that had taught her so much. Unfortunately, Olive had been killed by hunters, she had been in her wolf form, the wrong place, at the wrong time. Magnus had basically gone insane with grief at her loss. “Magnus” Charlie called again when she heard a scuffling coming from the room directly ahead of her. She stopped at her tracts, listening. She opened the door to see a scruffy-looking wolf pacing up and down the room. His fur was littered with white streaks in between the dark fur that looked like clumps of the fur had fallen out.

“Shift” Charlie commanded, holding up a huge coat in front of her. She heard bones popping and cracking, letting go of the coat as Magnus took it from her.

“You know,” he said in a gruff voice, “if I didn’t know any better I would have thought you were the daughter of the beta. He looked at her with a knowing look that she shrugged off. “ What do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, taking her in his arms and hugging her tightly as though she were a long-lost child.

“ Need to make sure you were still alive,” Charlie said, looking around the room, “it really smells in here,” she said, wrinkling her nose as she looked around the room trying to find out what the hell had died in it. Her eyes caught sight of a huge lump on the floor in the corner of the room.

“ What the f**k is it this time,” she said, shaking her head before Magnus could answer. A loud thud sounded above them. “ Have a new guest?” she asked, looking up at the ceiling.

“ So many come and go. I have lost count”, Magnus said, snatching the package that Charlie had in her hand. She looked back at him, her face set in a frown at his rudeness.

“You said everyone that fought in the attack died?” she asked, looking up again, “is it possible that some others survived?”

“ If they ran sure” he hissed at her as he bit down on the peanut butter and jam sandwich that she had brought him, “I prefer the grape, this one is too sweet,” he said, pulling a face as he looked down at the sandwich in his hand. Charlie looked at him again, how this man had made it through all these years. She would never know, he was the most dysfunctional person she had ever met, but losing his mate probably had a lot to do with that.

“I’m going to head-” Charlie was cut off by another loud thud coming from above them, “what room is that?” she asked, looking up and then looking towards the door.

“Alpha’s office I believe,” Magnus said, stuffing the last bite of the sandwich into his mouth. He turned from her, popping sounds filled the air and he was back in his wolf form. He circled a bit and lay down on the hard floor, and huffed as he got comfortable. Charlie shook her head at him but took it as her cue that it was time for her to leave. Another thud sounded from above them. She couldn’t help the sudden desire to check what the f**k was going on up there.

Slowly Charlie made her way over to the stairs. She could see that something or someone had come up recently, their shoe prints were well defined in the thick layer of dust that coated the wooden stairs. Dust particles glittered in the moonlight streaming through the collapsed roof as she reached the top landing. She had never actually been in the packhouse when she was younger. Children were not allowed near, never mind in the packhouse. She could hear the thudding noises coming from the large doors ahead. She knew the best idea would have been to leave the house and hope whatever was in there would be gone by the time she arrived again, but going with the best idea was always something she ignored.

Like dating a human, or coming back to this place in the first place, all bad ideas, but she did it anyway. Her hand rested on the door handle. She turned it slowly, slowly opening the door.

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He knew I was somewhere in this f*****g office, the Alpha in this f*****g pack had been so disorganized. No wonder it had been so easy to take this place over twenty years ago, he was a sad excuse for a leader. The man continued rummaging around in the drawers and desk for the plans, all the while he kept knocking things off surfaces as he went. Out of pure frustration, he pulled the drawer from its holder. It slammed to the ground with a loud thud that made him cringe for all of two seconds before he started going through the folded papers that now littered the floor.

“f**k” he hissed, his eyes scanning the area he had looked everywhere, where the f**k could it be. The Beta had told the king, his father, that it would be in the damn office. He slammed his fists against the desk. The stupid Beta brought the whole plan to a stop when he went and got himself killed by him and his f*****g mate. He stared off into the distance and he remembered the child that had been singing to herself. She wasn’t meant to be there, the house was meant to be empty.

The room was suddenly filled with the scent of apple. He looked up to see a small woman. Her hair was stained green with black roots peeking out. He recognized the smell, but he couldn’t place it in that second. He froze as she watched her. She wouldn’t be able to see him, but he could see her clear as day. She walked into the office, her scent had an underlining smell that reminded him of dirt. He figured she was a mutt, a half-human, half-werewolf-type number. Where had he seen this little creature? She continued forward, she was so close now. He watched her as her eyes scanned the floor that was covered in documents. She looked up and he felt her gaze connect with his, her shocking purple eyes glistened in the moonlight that streamed through the window.

It was her, the child. He kept his gaze on her face. The sudden realization smacking him in the face that she was also the little woman from the store earlier that day. Without thinking, he reached out towards her, his fingertips inches from her face. He knew that werewolves had their destined mates, but he couldn’t help wanting this one. His hand dropped back to his side. She was the enemy, off-limits. In fact, she should have been a corpse rotting away like her parents and the rest of the pack, but he had let her live, only f**k knows why, but he had. The little creature turned after one last sweep of the area and turned to walk out the door. That was his chance. He made his way out the window, and like lightning, he rushed through the woods.

Charlie took one last look around her old room before she shifted and made her way back home. Stopping at the tree line, she shifted back into her human form and slowly made her way back to the front of the house.

Charlie took one last deep breath of the night air before she turned, going back into the house, sitting down heavily on the couch. She would have to see him tomorrow, Joe, him and that w***e, to give them the damn photographs. She sighed, knowing that she wanted no business in having to do that, she wanted no business in seeing him. Maybe she would re-edit one picture and keep it like that and mix it up a lot. She smiled at the thought and suddenly burst out into a fit of laughter.

The next morning, Charlie had called the i***t and set up a meeting so that she could drop off the pictures and get the f**k out of there, however it didn’t go as smoothly as that. He suggested meeting at a restaurant, which meant… people. Charlie went to the restaurant. Stood outside, she stared at the entrance, contemplating just giving the disk to the guy standing in the doorway.

“Charlie!” Called a voice came from behind her. It made her skin crawl. The woman’s voice was high and instantly made Charlie clench her teeth. Charlie turned, a fake smile plastered on her face as Casandra walked up to her. Great. She was there too and coming up behind her was f**k face.

“Joe, Casandra,” Charlie said, keeping her voice sweet as honey. Casandra came in for a hug, her voice going up a few notches as her arms wound around Charlie’s neck. Charlie, trying to keep her cool, simply patted Casandra on the back, hoping she would get go soon.