Chapter Three

"Explain it to me" I asked Saxon, "please explain everything".

"Right. So, there are about two thousand Werewolves worldwide. We're a small race, and we are all under the rule of an Alpha. Each Wolf Pack is run by a Dominant, and these Dominants work directly under the Alpha. There is only one Alpha in the entire world. He sets the rules, he gives orders, and no one can disobey him".

"Do you vote for an Alpha?"

"Yes, but the once the Alpha is in place his reign will carry on until his death. Except in extreme situations, in which there are lots of political roots to be taken. But I won't bore you with politics at the moment". Saxon paused, looking deep in thought, before carrying on.

"I was born a Werewolf, but you can also be made into one through getting saliva into the bloodstream. Like how I bit you. However, only a Werewolf that is born can make a Werewolf. You couldn't bite a human and change them" he explained, and I nodded in understanding.

"When you're bitten, there is two parts to the change. First, surviving the initial bite – which you have. That's a good sign, because most people will take an allergic reaction to the bite, and will go into anaphylactic shock. It's very rare that doesn't happen. As in one in ten".

"So there was a one in ten chance I would be dead right now?" I frowned, not liking that he had gambled with my life.

"No there was about a one in a hundred chance you would have been died" Saxon admitted truthfully. "Female Wolves are very, very rare. I have only ever met two in my life, because they can't be born. A male Werewolf can only bare male children, so She Wolves can only be made. And they hardly ever survive".

"I guess you're pretty shocked I survived then" I commented bluntly, crossing my arms again. I was showing Saxon how unhappy I was with him playing Russian roulette with my life. He gave a small shrug.

"Yeah. I would have put my money on you not surviving the night".

"I'm a stubborn bitch when I need to be" I replied, and he huffed out a laugh.

"I can see that. Anyway, like I said, there are two stages to the initial shift. First, survive the bite. And secondly, survive the fever". He looked at me seriously for a moment, his hands still clasped around mine. There was a hardness to his eyes.

"What's the fever?" I asked nervously.

"You'll find out soon enough. But, the problem is that I can get you through the fever by biting you again. But I can't do that. Forcing your shift, is not only illegal, but would mean that if the Alpha found you he would kill you. Only Forced Turns that have proven themselves to the Alpha are allowed to live. A Wolf that had a Forced Turn is highly dangerous. They can never control themselves, and they have violent outbursts and large bloodlust."

"So I have to get myself through the fever?" I gulped, and Saxon nodded. "When will the fever hit?"

"I'm surprised it hasn't hit already" he replied, giving my hands a squeeze. "Chelsea, I didn't bite you just because I felt the urge to. I did it, because I am building up my Pack. The more Wolves, the stronger the Pack. The Alpha is getting out of control, abusing his position, and my father wants to overthrow him. But, one of the rules to strip an Alpha of his positon, is that the next to take charge, my father, has to have the strongest and largest Pack".

"So you're stock piling Werewolves".

"Kind of. I do have to say though, if we were to have a She Wolf our Pack would instantly shoot up in strength. So, no pressure, but please survive the fever. It would really help me out. And, well, I want you to survive. I like you Chelsea, you'll be my first Turn, and I'll be your Sire".

After a while of talking, Saxon led me out to his car and we drove to his apartment in Toronto. "You're sure you don't want to go back for your car?" he asked, as we twisted through the roads.

"I stole it anyway" I shrugged, and he snapped his head to me. "Only from my ex-boyfriend. Caught the bastard cheating on me, so I gave him a black eye and stole his car". There was a moment of slapstick style surprise from him, before Saxon chuckled and shook his head.

"You'll survive the fever just fine". He shook his head, amused by my actions. Saxon explained to me that even though he was building up his Pack, he hadn't meant to turn anyone in Toronto – because that was where his home was.

However, when he had returned home to pack a bag, he decided to take one last run in the forest he knew better than any other. And when he heard me, he knew he couldn't let the men get away with raping me. So he'd come to save me – and then in the spare of the moment bitten me.

His apartment, in downtown Toronto, was large and modern. We headed inside, and I was shocked with how nice it was. "What do you do?" I asked, gaping slightly.

"I'm a PI" he replied, and I smiled. "I got into it so that I can watch over the crimes associated with Werewolves, and make sure no one gets their noses too deep into it. But most of the cases I take are completely human".

"Lots of travelling then. It sounds fun, I wish I could do something like that. I barely make my rent most months". I glanced over the expensive furniture, and I couldn't deny that I was slightly jealous.

"What do you do?" Saxon asked, I could feel his eyes on me as I walked over to the French doors and glanced out at the balcony.

"I'm a stripper" I replied, and I had a feeling Saxon almost choked on his own spit. "Yeah, can't say I'm exactly proud of it. But I don't exactly have many job opportunities". There was a soft blush on his face – in Saxon's world, not many people were strippers and he didn't know what to say to me. I turned away from him.

A hand touched my back, and I jumped slightly. "You've got your whole life ahead of you, Chelsea. Once you get through the fever, you can be whatever you want to be". Saxon's breath was right behind me, and I couldn't help but smile sadly.

"Let's just get through the fever first" I nodded, as Saxon's hand slipped away from my back. "Have you got any food? I'm hungry?"

Saxon and I ate together at his kitchen table, Saxon answering all the questions I had – and there were lots of them. He explained about the way to Turn into a Werewolf, about his life, his Pack, his Dominant.

"So if you're my Sire, does that mean that I am owned by you?" I questioned, as Saxon placed our dirty plates in the sink.

"Not owed no. But we'll have a deep rooted connection. You'll see me as someone to look up, someone to respect. You'll see me like a teacher to you" he explained, before pouring me another glass of water. He paused, looking at me. "You haven't asked about the fever yet".

"I'd rather not know. It's doesn't exactly sound pleasant. So I'd rather go into it not knowing" I gave a shrug. Saxon studied me for a moment, before nodding but his eyes didn't look like they understood. I had a feeling that Saxon was one of those people who needed to know everything – he didn't like being left in the dark. I, on the other hand, didn't mind being in the dark, as long as the things in the dark didn't bite.

"How are you feeling?" Saxon asked, stepping next to me and placing his hand on my forehead. "You look like you're building a sweat up".

"I feel fine" I replied, looking up into Saxon's face. He frowned, biting my lip, as his eyebrows burrowed downwards. He looked very concerned, and I couldn't help but admire how attractive he was from that angle – well, from any angle really.

"You feel warm. I think the fever might be starting".

"How long does it last?"

"I have no idea. You're my first Turn remember?" His frowned deeper. "Why don't you go and take a cold shower? Better to catch the heat early, while we have chance to contain it".

I agreed, and he walked me through his bedroom and to his bathroom. He left me with a set of clean towels, and one of his shirts to change into. I thanked him, and stepped into the shower. Once he mentioned it, I did feel a bit sweaty.

So I made sure the shower was cold, as I washed my bruised body. I took the dressing off my bite wound, cringing as I did so. The bite itself was obvious – red, bloody, teeth marks on my hip. As soon as the water touched it, it began to bleed once more. However, I could see it was beginning to scab.

I washed the rest of my body, the water darkening from all the mud and forest filth that was rinsed off my body. The water seemed to keep getting hotter, so I kept turning it colder and colder, until it couldn't get any colder. It was then I realised the water wasn't getting hotter, I was just burning up. The water was no longer doing anything, so I turned it off.

I let out a heavy breath, as I opened the shower doors. Cold air hit my wet body, and momentarily the heat dried up. Then as quickly as it left, the heat came back again. I cussed, my head going dizzy for a moment.

"Chelsea" Saxon's voice was right outside the bathroom door. "Are you alright?"

"It's starting" I breathed out, collapsing to all fours. He opened the door, breaking the lock as he did so. I didn't even care I was naked, and neither did he. Saxon knelt in front of me, hands pushing my wet hair away from my face.

Saxon looked at me with fear in his eyes, as the room span and my body sweated from every crevice I had. Saxon took a deep breath, before moving away from me and walking over to the bath. He turned the dial to freezing, and let the water run out the taps.

I stayed on the floor, sitting back so my back was against the shower door. The room carried on spinning, and I felt tears prickle in my eyes. I didn't ever cry, but I was so hot that I began to cry. I didn't sob, just rogue tears that escaped my ducts ran down my face.

Saxon returned with a bucket of ice, and emptied it into the bath. As he let the water fill the rest of the tub, he turned the air-con dial on the doorway – cold air filled the room. It felt nice against my hot body, but I was still too hot to even order my thoughts.

"Saxon" I breathed out. "I think I'm going to die".

"No you're not, Chelsea" Saxon growled out, determination in his voice. "You can fight this, I know you can. Promise me you'll fight this". When I didn't reply, he repeated the word again. "Promise me".

"I promise" I finally breathed out, before the delirium slipped in.