I woke up to a pounding headache and sore muscles. Everywhere.

I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth at the unfamiliar feeling. I tried pulling my hands down to my face, but they were stopped by something wrapped around my wrists.

My eyes snapped open and immediately flew to my wrists. They were tied to the headboard of a bed by rope. I tried yanking my hands, but that just made the headboard smack off of the wall.

"There's no use in trying," I voice spoke up, startling me. I jumped and searched the room until my eyes landed on the girl who had attacked me.

I didn't say anything. I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. I didn't know what to say. Honestly, I wanted to cry. Just two weeks of freedom, and I was already tied up, again.

"The ropes aren't laced. You're just too weak to break them at the moment. We put silver in your system to weaken you a bit," she explained. I tried focusing on what she was saying, but it just didn't seem to make sense. She didn't make sense.

She sounded like she was trying to seem sympathetic, but her tone was angry. Her calm features made her seem like she was trying to be nice, but her eyes were deceiving. The dark brown orbs seemed to glare at me with intensity.

To me, she seemed as if she were an angel. Her golden hair came down in ringlets just below her shoulders and her high cheekbones were prominent on her pale face. She had a small piercing just above the right of her red lips.

It made me a bit self-conscious knowing that I looked nothing like her. My hair was anything, but angelic. It was a dirty, dark brown that was chopped off at my shoulders. Her eyes looked menacing and deep, mine were just a dull grey that hadn't been bright and vibrant since I was little. Her entire body just screamed femininity, but also power. She had curves like no other person I'd ever seen. Mine just screamed, I haven't eaten in two weeks, but I still manage to have the body of a fifteen-year old boy.

"Am I gonna die in here?" I asked quietly, scared of the answer. She shook her head.

"No," she stated walking over to a chair on the far corner of the room. She looked tired which made me wonder if she had gotten any sleep.

"Am I gonna die at all?" I dared to ask. She huffed and shook her head again. She didn't say anything else, though.

I didn't say anything for a moment. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want her or anyone else who might be here with her to kill me. I just wanted to get out.

"What am I doing here, then?" I asked hesitantly. She looked up at me for a moment. Her dark eyes staring into mine like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"That's not my place to tell you," she said with not a trace of emotion. I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded.

I looked away from her and looked around the room I was in. I could tell it wasn't just some random room. It belonged to someone. There were a few t-shirts on the wooden floor. There was a desk with some pictures, newspaper articles, and random papers push pinned to the wall and scattered on the desk. A shiver ran through me as I looked at the bedside table to see a pistol sitting beside an alarm clock and a lamp.

My snooping was interrupted when the door was opened. Standing in the door was what I'd imagine a God would look like. The voice in my head was humming extremely loud.  I'd be drooling if I weren't tied to a bed in some strange place after being attacked by some wolf-girl.

He had dark brown hair that could have passed as being black. His eyes were a vibrant shade of green which stood out due to his tanned skin. I could clearly tell that he was in shape thanks to the tight black shirt he had on.

"Alpha," the girl said standing up and nodding her head to the man. I furrowed my eyebrows together at the name. That was odd.

"Marilyn," he said doing the same to the girl. I internally sighed now that I knew the girl's name. It was starting to get on my nerves.

Marilyn exited the room as the man stepped into it. He walked over to me without saying a word and untied my wrists. I tensed up as his hands graced my skin and shocks rushed through me.

I focused on what he was doing and watched him intensely as he walked around the bed to untie my other hand. I wanted to reach my hands out and run them down his perfect jaw line, but figured that would be creepy and he'd probably shoot me.

Once he was done untying my hands, he crouched down in front of me as I sat up in the bed. I rubbed my wrists which were irritated because of the ropes.

He didn't say anything. He just watched.

"What are you gonna do to me?" I asked quietly. He scared me more than Marilyn did. I figured the best way to make it out of this situation alive was just to listen to him.

"Well, I'm going to take you down stairs and make you something to eat. Then, you can get a shower because it's obvious that you need one. I'll get you clean clothes, and then you are gonna come back up here and relax because you're obviously tired," he said with sincerity. I wasn't sure what to say to that.

I questioned whether or not to say anything else to him. His gaze seemed so heavily focused on my that it made it a bit hard to breathe. My nerves were spreading throughout my body like wild fire as I could feel my body slowly get goosebumps in his presence.

"Who are you?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows at him. He looked at me for a moment before answering.

"Kieran." My heart skipped a beat with the mention of his name. I don't know how, but the way he said it was extremely attractive. That wasn't what caused my heart to do such an odd action, though. This was the man Marilyn spoke about before.

Mine. The voice in my head snarled out. I shook my head slightly trying to tell it to stop.

Kieran sat in front on me with a confused expression probably wondering why I had shaken my head.

"She giving you a hard time or something?" He asked which caught me off guard. I scanned his emotionless face for any type of emotion I could find, but I couldn't even seem to see the curiosity that it once held just moments ago.

"What?"

"Your wolf?" He dragged out. I looked at him as if he were talking gibberish.

"You mean the voice?" I asked quietly. Now, it was his turn to look at me as if I were crazy. I knew saying it was pretty dumb and slightly psychotic of me, but at the mention of it, the voice in my head seemed to squeal in satisfaction.

"What?" He asked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He lifted his hand up to the side of my head and tapped it with his finger.

"Your wolf. She's in here." I watched him as he tried explaining it to me. I jerked my head back so he wasn't so close.

"You're one of those wolf-things, too," I concluded. He nodded which caused my throat to run dry. He looked at me in confusion for a moment. His eyebrows furrowed together as his beautiful green eyes scanned my face.

"Did you hit your head back there?" Kieran asked.

"If you're asking if I have amnesia, then, no, I do not. I can remember everything from the orphanage until now," I rambled like I normally do when I nervous. Kieran intimidated me which was no secret. The only reason I was talking to him was because I was far too afraid to ignore him.

"Orphanage?" He questioned. I cleared my throat and sat up a bit straighter.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I grew up in the Aldridge Orphanage until I was thirteen and got sent away to some mental hospital," I spoke quietly, sadness lacing its way into my voice, "everyone called me a lunatic, and they said I probably got it from my parents." His hands twitched a bit in his lap almost making it seemed as if he were trying to make a fist, and he looked a bit mad. I figured I should just shut up, so I didn't continue. I didn't want to die.

"Why would they think that?" Kieran asked once he realized I wasn't going to say much more. I breathed in deeply before hesitantly pulling down the collar of my shirt and showing him the faded tattoo on my collar bone.

"This was tattooed on me when I arrived at the orphanage. They all think my parents were probably drunken idiots," I stated sadly. Kieran looked at the tattoo with a deep amount of concentration. He ran his warm fingers across it, and then let out a growl which startled me.

His face seemed to soften slightly when he seen me jump and cower back in fear.

"You grew up away from your parents because someone took you," he shot out. My eyes grew to the size of saucers at what he had said.

"What?" I shouted on accident. It wasn't my fault, though. I was just take back. Someone took me from my parents?

"It doesn't usually happen, but there are certain groups of people who track down people like you. They take you from your parents and try selling you, but something must have happened and you ended up at that orphanage." Kieran said said more to himself than to me.

"How do you know?" I wasn't sure why, but I believed him. Something about the fact that he was giving me some sort of story-something no one else could give me in seventeen years-gave me a bit of hope.

"I've met some of them," he muttered angrily.

"Well, why would they do that?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry from sadness or happiness, but I was positive I was about to burst into tears at any given moment. I held the waterworks in, though.

"Well you'd have to know what you are in order to understand why it happened," he said exasperated as he ran his hand down his face. I kept quiet for a moment.

The constant question still ringing in the back of my hand asking me if he could actually know what happened. But, there was also a part of me-a very large part-that feared and did not trust this man. I was at a bit of a war with myself.

"Then tell me," I said, finally.

I didn't really want to be so straight forward. The man in front of me claims he knows what's wrong with me. He might be able to give me answers that I've been searching for my entire life. So, yeah, it came out a little more straight forward than I would have liked.

The voice-or my wolf as Kieran called it-was practically screaming in my mind at the thought of this man being so close to us.

Mine! Mine! Was all she was saying on repeat.

"You seen Marilyn in the park, right? When she shifted?" I nodded slowly. I didn't like remembering what happened at the park. Although nothing too awful happened, it was still terrifying. "That's what you are."

I gulped. I knew as soon as I seen Marilyn change into that monster at the park that I was like her, too. It all made sense seeing it happen, but I really didn't want to believe it.

"I'm a wolf-thing?" I said slightly terrified. Not only was I terrified of what he was saying, but the fact that he could go all wolf-boy on me and rip me to shreds played on my mind a bit, too. 

"No. You're a werewolf," he corrected me. I clenched my teeth together in silence and nodded signaling for him to go on.

"A werewolf usually shifts around thirteen, but since you were in the orphanage, your wolf probably knew it wasn't safe so she just stayed dormant." It made sense a bit. I mean, thirteen was around the age I started acting so weird. Maybe she just became restless?

"That makes sense." I said.

"The voice in your head is her, your wolf," he reminded me, "Now, this is the tricky part. So, there are actually a lot of us. Usually, werewolves run in packs," he explained, "Every pack has to have leaders. There are three ranks of leaders, okay?" I nodded my head again showing him I understood. "The Alphas, Betas, and Gammas."

"There's more than one?" I asked noticing how he pluralized each one of them.

"Yeah. There's a female and male for each rank. The Alphas are like the top of everything. The Betas are second and Gammas are third. Now, usually these three ranks don't have female children," he said which made me confused. How is that possible?

"Why? That's not fair," I said making him sigh at my childlike behavior. I didn't know if he was frustrated with me or not so I just decided to close my mouth before I got myself in trouble.

"The male gene is more dominant, I guess, because those three ranks are supposed to produce the strongest heirs of the pack, so usually they just have boys."

"That's ridiculous," I muttered to myself, but he heard me making him roll his eyes at me.

"Yeah, well, it didn't work for you, apparently." He said. I narrowed my eyes at him questioningly as he cracked his knuckles.

"For me?"

"Yeah, you're the daughter of one of them. I don't know which one or which pack, though," Kieran said as he shook out his hands.

"Well, how do you know that?" Me? The daughter of a high-ranking werewolf? It sounds absolutely ludicrous if you asked me, but so did the idea of werewolves before I was attacked by one.

"Those people that took you, that's what they do. I know that's them because they put a tracking mark on you," he explained while pulling down the collar of my shirt to look at the tattoo again, "I don't know what it means, but I know that they do it so they know who each girl is." By the time he was finished, all I could do is make an 'o' shape with my mouth.

It was a lot to take in, I'll admit that. I wasn't going to have a break down though, as much as I wanted to because if I did he might stop or kill me. I mean, he could really kill me at any moment. I just needed to know more.

"But what's the point?" I asked  chewing on the inside of my lip.

"It's their job. They capture these girls and sell them to other packs for money. Some girls are sent to train to be warriors or some are used for giving Alphas stronger heirs," he explained.

"How could someone do that? Just take someone away from their family? That's twisted," I said making Kieran tense up. I didn't know why, but my imagination started rolling and I figured I wasn't the first person he had captured. The thought instantly made a cold feeling rush through me at the thought of him doing something so awful. I pushed the thought away to focus on what Kieran had to say next.

"It's who they are. It's how they survive," Kieran stated sounding defensive. I didn't want to make him angry so I only nodded. I didn't know what he'd do to me if he got mad enough. Probably shoot me with the pistol on the side table.

The thought had crossed my mind a few times to just pick up the hand gun and bound a bullet right into his pretty little skull, but my wolf snarled at me for thinking about it, and I had no clue how to even use a gun.

"Come on," he said interrupting me from my murder-mission-thoughts as he got up from his crouching position.

I didn't ask where we were going. I just prayed it was to the kitchen like he said we were going to go earlier.

I don't think my wolf really cared, though, because all she was saying was 'mine' the entire time we left the room.
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I legit have no clue how j feel about this.

It is so difficult for me to write these beginning chapters that I just want to scream. As the story goes on I know it'll be easier but trying to explain all of this stuff is just so difficult.

Sooooo you guys know a little bit more. Oh and you met Kieran. There's still one more character who I have to introduce, though. *frustrated sigh*

If there's anything I didn't explain to well or something like comment about it bc idk how I did in this chapter.

Anyway I start school again on the 8th like whaaaaaaat. We just got a new school rebuilt and its huge now. Like oh my. Idk how I'm gonna survive all the stairs.

Okay. That's it.

Stay awesome Gotham. 8/28/15
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