Her Blood Haven werewolf

RACHEL'S POINT OF VIEW I tossed my hair into a messy ponytail, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall. "I’m late, Dad!" I shouted as I grabbed my coat, my feet already halfway out the door. “Rachel, breakfast first! You know you shouldn’t—” Dad started, but I was already slipping into my shoes, waving him off. “Can’t! I’m meeting Kristy! I’ll grab something on the way,” I called over my shoulder. I hated missing out on breakfast with Dad, especially when he went out of his way to make it, but Kristy and I had plans to hit the town mall, and I was running behind. Plus, I knew he would understand. “Be careful!” was the last thing I heard before the door shut behind me, and I bolted down the porch steps. It was a brisk morning, the kind where the air felt crisp against your skin but not cold enough to need more than a light jacket. The street leading to Kristy’s house was quiet, with just the occasional car rolling by. I took a deep breath, enjoying the rare moment of peace before the chaos of the mall. Kristy had been dying to check out some new shops that had just opened, and after the week we'd both had, we needed a day of fun. As I rounded the corner onto her street, I noticed something unusual—Kristy’s front door was ajar. Odd. She was never the type to leave it open, especially with her little brother Keith always running around. I walked faster, my stomach tightening with unease. That’s when I heard it. The unmistakable sound of glass shattering, followed by a scream that made my blood run cold. Kristy. Without thinking, I sprinted the last few steps to the house, bursting through the front door, and immediately froze at the sight in front of me. Chaos. Total chaos. Kristy’s dad, Mr. Mark Adams, was on the floor, being pummeled by a hulking guy with the Bloodhaven crest tattooed on his neck, his fists flying in brutal rhythm. Kristy’s mom was pinned against the wall, another Bloodhaven pack member—a woman—had her hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air. And then there was Keith. He was huddled on the floor, clutching his side, a bruise already forming on his lip. He was crying, pleading for them to stop. My heart lurched in my chest. "What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed, rushing toward the man beating Kristy’s father. I had no plan, no strategy—just pure adrenaline and rage fueling me. I grabbed the guy by his arm, trying to pull him off Mr. Mark Adams. "Let him go!" I shouted, swinging my fists wildly at his back. My punches were weak—ineffectual—but I didn’t care. I had to do something. Anything. The pack member didn’t even flinch. He turned around, and with a snarl, shoved me hard. My feet slipped out from under me, and I crashed to the floor, the wind knocked out of me. For a moment, the room spun, and I gasped for breath, my vision blurring. Kristy’s voice cut through the haze, her scream sharp and filled with terror. “Rachel!” I blinked, trying to focus, trying to stand, but my limbs felt like jelly. The pack member sneered down at me, his lip curling into a vicious grin. "Stay out of this, little girl. You’ve got no idea what you’re getting into." He turned back to Kristy’s father, his boot coming down on his chest as Mr. Adams groaned in pain. I tried to get up again, forcing my body to move, but it was like all the fight had been drained from me in that single push. How could this be happening? This was Bloodhaven territory, sure, but Kristy’s family had never crossed them. I glanced toward Kristy—she was trembling, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear. The Bloodhaven woman with her hand still on Mrs. Adams' throat squeezed harder, a sick smile playing on her lips. “Tell your husband to get our car fixed, or next time we won’t be so gentle,” she hissed, leaning in close. Kristy’s mom gasped, her hands clawing weakly at the woman’s arm. "He... he's trying... just needs more time," she managed to choke out. “Time’s up,” the male pack member growled. He took his foot off Mr. Adams’ chest, letting him roll onto his side, coughing. The woman laughed—a cold, heartless sound. "You’ve got twenty-four hours. Fix it or we’ll come back and tear this place apart.” She glanced at the house around her, her eyes lingering on the pictures on the wall, the family photos. Her smirk deepened, and she let go of Kristy’s mom, who collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. As they turned to leave, the female pack member’s gaze landed on me. She gave me a long, hard look, her eyes narrowing. Then, she shot me a glare so sharp it felt like it pierced right through me. I felt a shiver crawl down my spine. But before I could react, her lips twisted into a smirk. “You should pick your friends more carefully,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. And with that, they were gone, the door slamming shut behind them. For a moment, there was silence. I lay there on the floor, trying to process what had just happened, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away, leaving me feeling hollow and shaken.