Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 2

1 MONTH LATER.

"How we doing?" I glanced back at Destiny from the front seat. She's Rose's replacement while she's out scavenging with another group. Destiny's still in training, but she does her job well.

"Not great, but not as bad as last month," she called.

"Well that's good news," I mumbled.

"Yeah, no, she's sugar coating it. It's pretty bad. Might actually be worse than last time," Harper interjected bluntly.

I sighed. "Well that's less good news."

I made eye contact with Destiny in the rear view mirror, and she shrank back into herself. I frowned and waited to catch her eye again. Once I did, I sent her a smile, and she sent me a timid one back.

I shook my head when she looked back down.

That girl. So shy.

"Stop here," Harper instructed while looking out the window.

"Last stop," Destiny breathed out, looking at the limited amount of blood bags around her. Her face fell when she realized how little it really was.

Even though I don't want to show it — especially not to her — the feeling is mutual. Harper's right, this is worse than last month.

I hopped out of the truck nonetheless, and Desi and Harps followed. At this point, everyone knew the drill. Harper and I would go in and get the blood, while Destiny waited by the truck to make sure nothing happened.

Not that most people would want anything to do with a truck full of blood, but we're not the only ones scavenging tonight.

Scratch that.

We are one of the only ones scavenging tonight. Most else are hunting.

Even more reason for me and Harps to be quick.

I glanced up at the sign as we entered. 'Hearts Foundation Blood Drive' it read. We walked up the steps and found the stock of blood that didn't match anyone and wasn't going to be used. We had to use our super speed, great eye sight, and sense of smell and whatnot to find the ones that weren't safe to drink, because of disease and things like that.

We only came up with a few good ones.

Again.

I blew out a frustrated sigh before I felt movement behind me that made me whip my head around.

"What's up?" Harps asked me, distracted with carefully putting the blood bags away for safe keeping.

"I think something might be going on outside," I stated just as distractedly, turning back around to help her.

The disturbance stopped so I didn't think anything of it.

It could be nothing, like a raccoon knocking over trash cans or something.

Once we were done, we headed out, and there was no disturbance. No noise.

And no Destiny.

"What the?" I mumbled.

"Desi?!"

"Destiny!" We called out.

I heard a shuffle a few alleys down, and I could tell Harper heard it too.

I turned to her. "Here, put that up, and I'll go check out what that noise was. She might have seen something and wondered off."

Not that it's like her to make decisions like that of her own. But you never know.

Great, this is exactly what the curious girl in horror movies does. Follow the weird sound down a dark alleyway.

"On it," Harps responded.

I neared the alley and heard Harper fling open the doors to the truck.

Less than a second after, a startled gasp came from her direction. I spun to face her, and there was a tall and muscular man jumping out at her from inside our own truck with inhuman speed.

Which only leads me to believe one thing.

He's not human.

I was in the middle of a gasp of my own when I was yanked back from behind with a hand over my mouth.

Well, crap.

I was thrown into the very alley I was heading, and found Desi seated on the concrete with some other random guy standing over her.

"Oh, there you are," I smiled at her.

She looked at me like I'm crazy.

I rolled my eyes at her reaction and helped her up as the third man came over with Harper in his grasp and threw her onto the asphalt. She landed near my feet and I reached to help her up as well as she glowered at the guy.

The third man walked into the space between the other two, blocking off our only exit completely.

Other than scaling the side of the building and jumping from roof to roof, of course. But that just takes so much effort.

Harper sniffed the air and scrunched up her nose. "Werewolves," Se hissed while pulling herself off the ground.

"Alphas," I tacked on with an inquisitive eyebrow quirked and arms crossed.

Desi's eyes turned into saucers as her eyebrows shot up. "Plural?"

"Plural," I confirmed with a nod.

She glanced at them warily and backed up a bit.

This made the dog boys' lips inch up into a small smirk, and one of them spoke. "Good evening ladies. Who's in charge here?" The wind whipped his shaggy brown hair around his younger-ish looking face as he scanned the area, studying us. He still has the grin plastered on his face as he speaks calmly. Almost like he's not cornering us in an alleyway.

It's too bad that he is too. He's pretty cute. Hard features like a chiseled jaw and cheek bones so sharp they could cut you, then a cute little button nose in the center of it all to make him less intimidating. Or, at least when that smile resides a few inches under it he's not. The soft, crystal blue eyes don't help his case either.

"What'd you want?" I questioned with a jerk of the head, giving him his answer.

They're all pretty good looking actually. The two on the end are a bit on the older side, but handsome nonetheless.

#shamelessdrullingovertheenemy

The one to speak first — who can't be older than 23 — opened his mouth to say something else, when the one in the middle — who's probably in his 30's — cut in first.

"We want you to come with us," he crossed his arms with a stern face, getting straight to the point.

I raised an amused eyebrow, "And. . . Why would we do that, exactly?"

"Because, we figured you'd want to meet the new leadership of your house," he stated bluntly. He looked a little more smug this time though.