Chapter one
Alice Pov,
I remember the night I was taken. It was a cool autumn evening, and I was walking home from my shift at the diner. I lived in a small town, where everyone knew everyone else, and I felt safe walking alone at night. But that night, something was different. I felt like I was being watched, and every time I turned around, no one was there. I picked up my pace, but soon, I heard footsteps behind me.
Before I could even react, a group of men surrounded me. They were tall, muscular, and looked like they hadn’t seen a shower in weeks. I tried to run, but they grabbed me, pinning me down to the ground. I screamed and kicked, but it was no use. They had me.
“What do you want from me?” I shouted, struggling against their hold. “Let me go!”
One of the men, a burly guy with a shaved head, leaned down and grabbed me by the chin. “You’re coming with us, little girl,” he snarled. “And if you try to run or scream, we’ll make it hurt even more.”
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. These men were dangerous, and I had no idea what they wanted with me. But I knew one thing for sure: I had to get away from them.
I kicked and thrashed, trying to break free, but they were too strong. They dragged me towards a waiting van, throwing me into the back like a sack of potatoes. I landed hard on the metal floor, the wind knocked out of me. I looked up and saw a group of men, all wearing leather jackets with a red crescent moon on the back.
“Who are you?” I demanded, trying to sound brave even though I was scared out of my mind.
The burly man who had grabbed me earlier chuckled. “We’re the Blood Moon Pack, little girl,” he said. “And you’re our newest recruit.”
I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Werewolves were real, and I had just been captured by them. I had heard stories about the Blood Moon Pack before – how they were ruthless, and how they took whatever they wanted without a second thought.
“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice shaking.
The man sneered. “We want your obedience,” he said. “You’ll do whatever we tell you to do, or else.”
I swallowed hard. I had no idea what they were going to make me do, but I knew it couldn’t be good.
The van drove for what felt like hours, and I tried to stay awake, to keep track of where we were going. But eventually, exhaustion overtook me, and I fell into a restless sleep.
When I woke up, I was in a cell. It was small, with no windows and only a small cot in one corner. The walls were concrete, and the only light came from a flickering bulb overhead. I felt a wave of panic wash over me – what had I gotten myself into?
It wasn’t long before someone came to see me. A man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, who looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He introduced himself as Gabriel, the alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.
“You’re a long way from home, Alice,” he said, his voice cold and calculating. “Do you know why you’re here?”
I shook my head, too scared to speak.
Gabriel leaned in close to me, his eyes boring into mine. “You’re here because we need you, Alice,” he said. “You see, we’re a pack of werewolves, and we need new blood to keep our pack strong.”
I shook my head, not wanting to believe what I was hearing. “I’m not a werewolf,” I protested. “I’m just a human.”
Gabriel smiled, but it wasn’t a friendly smile. “Not for long,” he said. “You’re going to become one of us, Alice. You’re going to be turned into a werewolf, so you can join our pack.”
I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. The idea of becoming a monster like them was too much to bear. “I won’t do it,” I said, my voice shaking. “I won’t become like you.”
Gabriel’s smile faded. “You don’t have a choice,” he said. “You’re going to do what we tell you to do, or else. And if you don’t cooperate, we’ll make you wish you had.”
He left the cell then, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I didn’t know how long I was going to be here, or what they were going to do to me. All I knew was that I was in deep trouble, and I had to find a way out.
Days turned into weeks, and I lost track of time. The only way I could tell day from night was the light that filtered in through the small window in my cell. Every day, someone would come and bring me food, and every day, I would refuse to eat it. I didn’t trust these people, and I didn’t want to give them any control over me.
One day, Gabriel came to see me again. He had a smug look on his face, and I knew something bad was about to happen.
I want you to drink this liquid, it will make you forget about whatever thing that happened yesterday.
I backed away from him, my heart racing. “No, I won’t do it,” I said. “I won’t drink it.”
Gabriel just laughed. “You don’t have a choice,” he said. “You’re going to drink this potion, and then you’ll forget everything that happened last night.
He held out a vial of dark liquid, and I knew there was no escaping this. I took the vial from him, and held it up to the light. It looked like poison, but I knew I had no other choice. I closed my eyes and drank it down my throat as it went down. I coughed and sputtered, feeling sick to my stomach. But then, something strange started happening. I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins, and my body began to convulse.
The pain was unbearable, like nothing I had ever felt before. I screamed and writhed, feeling like my body was tearing itself apart.
