Chapter 2

Jason’s Pov:

It was another day to oversee the pack’s activities. I freshened up and hurried out. I walked past Dominick’s room and on second thought, decided to stop by.

“Are you in Dominick,” I called out, peeping in.

“I am,” he replied, and I walked in. He looked like he just had a bath. On his bed were clothes he had laid out to wear.

“Prepared for the pack’s hunt this morning?” he asked.

“Yes. Aren’t you coming along?” I wanted to know.

“No. There are some things I want to work on this morning. You go ahead,” he replied.

“Alright.”

I walked to the pack’s gathering spot where they had all gathered, and spotted Derek. He was one of the council members in charge of the defense and security of the pack.

Yes, our pack has a body of elders who are the decision-makers. We have an alpha of course, which we are all answerable to. But we still had some prominent werewolves, who helped the alpha make decisions for the pack. I am one of them of course.

Derek walked up to me with a few long strides. He is a very agile werewolf and energetic as well, very befitting for his position in the pack.

“Is everyone ready?” I asked.

“Yes, everyone and everything is ready. We are set to move,” he replied.

“Get everyone moving then.”

They all trooped out into the forests, but I decided to stay back and have a look around the pack.

I came across Mo, examining some leaves on a low tree.

“Good morning Jason,” he greeted me when he saw me.

“You know you are slowly turning into a vegetarian?” I told him, and he laughed a little.

“Why do you say so?” he asked.

“When your pack members are out there hunting for games, you are here busy with herbs and legumes and roots.”

Mo was popularly known as the medicine man in the pack. Another prominent werewolf and member of the council. But he preferred to spend his time with his herbs than with the council, making decisions.

But it was good we had him in the pack. Whenever anyone had an injury or disease, they were taken to Mo for treatment, and he had proved to be very gifted in that aspect.

“I am beginning to wonder if you ever remember to be the fierce werewolf I had known before you discovered your love for vegetation.” I reminisced on the days we were much younger.

We were very fond of each other. We would challenge each other in playful fights that always ended up with injuries, and Mo would always try to find a remedy. He was a very strong werewolf even amongst our peers.

His life took a total turn when we were playing one day, and his father was rushed into the pack, badly injured. He was said to have been attacked by another wolf from another pack. The wounds were so deep that no treatment could revive him, and he died.

Mo began to spend longer days in the forest, not hunting, but experimenting with leaves. We had thought the death of his father took a toll on him and thereby affected his mental health as he was the only surviving family member he had.

But that was when Mo found and expounded his skills.

“Have you ever heard? A leopard does not change its spots,” he smiled at me. After a few conversations, I left him and continued walking around. I walked a few more miles, and that was when I came across the small, wide-eyed-looking lady.

I asked why she was not with the others, but she would not reply to all my questions. She just kept looking at me. That was weird.

As the beta of the pack, I command respect from all the members. Not like I was someone obsessed with the idea of power and using it to dominate others, but I was quite surprised she did not act like she knew who I was.

Every other member of the pack would greet me respectfully and scramble away whenever they saw me. But this lady was…she was different.

Derek and the rest of the pack had returned from the hunt, and I had to go and supervise the kill. But I did not want to leave the girl. I suddenly had a great interest in her.

After I gave a few orders, glancing from time to time at where she stood amongst the other werewolves, I decided to ask Derek if he knew anything about her.

“Her name is Brenda,” he replied and continued shredding the skin of a game. I looked at him, expectantly, but he was not about to say more.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“All what? The game?” He asked back.

“No. About her.”

“What else do you want to know?”

“Everything you know,” I said.

“Okay,” he briefly looked away from what he was doing as if he wanted to concentrate. “She is just a very simple werewolf. I don’t know much about her because she always keeps to herself. And oh yes, she erm, doesn’t shift, and that is why I always excuse her when it comes to most of the tasks in the pack.”

Oh. So she doesn’t shift…

“And her parents?” I asked.

“Dead,” he had returned to what he was doing.

I turned to look in her direction, and our eyes met. She looked away quickly. She made some funny movements, and I found myself smiling before walking away.

I wanted to know her more.

Brenda.