"Wake up, Anne."
My mom was sitting beside me, running her fingers through my hair. She had a calm smile on her face.
"You have to wake up sweetie." Her words echoed in my head and my eyes shoot open.
The room I was in wasn't mines. It didn't look like any room in my house.
"I see your awake." I look to the other side of the room I was in and spot Alaric. I tried to talk, but my mouth and throat were dry. Alaric notices and picks up a glass of water from on top of the bedside table. He helps me sit up in the bed and hands me the glass. I hurry and gulp it all down.
"Where am I?" My voice sounded horrible and I tried not to laugh because it hurt. Alaric chuckled a little.
"Your in the White Fang pack house. Alpha was trying to call your dad, but he didn't answer, so he figured something was wrong because your dad usually answers on the first ring. He sent over one of the pack members. They found your house on fire and told us. We got you guys out in time.
"Is my dad ok?"
"Yeah. He's been up for a while now. He's talking to the alpha."
"Great, let's go then." I get up from the bed.
"Are you sure your ok to walk?"
"I'm awesome. Lets go," I tell him, partially lying. My head was pounding, but it was bearable.
Alaric doesn't argue with me and leads me to wherever my dad is. While walking through the halls, there were some other werewolves roaming through. They all passed Alaric with a glare.
"Hey, what's up with everyone," I ask him. He looked unaffected and just seemed to ignore them.
"The glares are a regular thing. I just ignore it," he says shrugging his shoulders.
"Why are they glaring at you?" Alaric stopped in front of a door and knocked.
"Who is it," I heard a voice yell from inside.
"Alaric and Anne." The door opened for us to the large office.
There was a big conference table in the middle of the room, surrounded by twelve rolling chairs. There were some other people in the room that I didn't know. The others were talking amongst themselves while my dad called us over to him and the alpha.
The other people in the room seemed to disappear through the door.
"Anne, this is Alpha Arsenio," my dad introduced us. He had his hand out to shake mines and I returned the gesture.
"Nice to meet you Anne. Although I wished it were under better circumstances." Alpha Arsenio had a charming smile. For an older man, he sure didn't look his age. He was well groomed, with his hazel eyes and black hair. It almost made me do a double take towards Alaric because of their similarities.
I didn't ask the question of whether they were relatives because I think Alaric would have told me already if they were.
"Almost dying in our own house is an awesome circumstance," I tell him with a smile.
"Love the humor. Can't wait to hear more of it daily."
"What is he talking about, dad? Im confused." My dad scratched his head, like he always did when he was nervous.
"Well, we have no where to stay. The house is burnt to a crisp and everything in it. Arsenio offered for us to move into the pack house until we can find somewhere else to live."
"Wait, forget about the house. D- did I hear you correctly? Everything is burned? E- even my collection?" My body was starting to shake out of control. I didn't even care about the house. I wanted to know if my babies were ok.
"Which collection are you talking about," my dad asked me. He knew exactly what collection I was talking about. I gave him a look and it scared him into answering. "Princess, I don't know. They couldn't find anything, but everything is going to be ok."
"You should have left me to die with my knives," I scream at him. I storm out of the office, blazing fire through my ears. I leave the pack house and run into the nearby forest. Once I got to a lake, I kneeled down in front of it.
I waited for her to come, so that I could apologize and after a while, she came.
"How could you." She sat next to me, by the water bank. She couldn't even look at me. That's how disappointed she was in me.
"I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean for it to happen." I started crying, but she stayed mad at me.
"You know how much that knife collection meant to me and you let it burn?"
"Please don't be mad at me. I can fix it mom."
"Don't talk to me," she told me deadpan and left me at the water bank alone.
I cried myself to sleep at the water bank.
I felt arms wrap around me and lift me up not too long after. They carried me through the forest, but I didn't have the strength to open my eyes.
Not too long later, I felt my body being laid down on a plush mattress. The covers were tucked around my body.
My eyes opened wider when I caught the glint of a case that they set down on the bed side table. It was familiar with its shiny, black metal top. It had my mother's initials, J.M, for Josephine Michael.
I leaped over to search inside and found all my and my mother's knives still inside. I looked up at the retreating figure and tried to call out, but they were already out the door.