Awakening Book 1

The Fallout

Everything happens so fast that my heads spins and I can barely catch my breath. Our imprinting sends the ceremony into quick disperse and I am dragged away by Santo's pack and ushered into an awaiting car, my clothes thrown in my face and ordered to go to the pack house and be quiet.

Everything in uproar, and Juan exploding at the possibility our future Alpha just got betrothed to one of the lowliest of the packs and I am not exactly happy about it either.

I have kept my head down for ten years, stayed out of sight, in the shadows and kept away from drama the way others like me have not. I became almost invisible and made no real friends, only to be put on show on the most important night of my life and have everything come tumbling down on top of me.

This can't be happening and I can barely breathe as the panic sets in that this is not god damn reversable. Imprinting is for life, there is only one way out and that's death. That is NOT an option for me. We can choose to walk away and ignore it but the bond won't break and the urge to bind us together will only grow stronger if we fight it. That's how this works, everyone knows that. If I leave, I will crave for him for the rest of my life until it pushes me to insanity or even death from a broken soul.

I am bustled from car to dark alley and only given seconds to pull my clothes on under my blanket before I am forcibly pushed in a side door and almost fall flat on my face into a bright corridor. The men charged with bringing me here are being less than hospitable with their pushing me around and manhandling me cruelly. I feel like I am covered in bruises and I still have residue blood over most of my body and face.

I am still reeling from the drugs and the first transformation of my life, on edge, hackles rising and having to deal with this new trauma of semi kidnapping. I feel like I am trapped in some sort of daymare and just want to wake up.

We are met by a tall familiar attractive blonde in the hall as she stalks towards me and without missing a beat, she slaps me hard across the face and sends my flying off my feet and skidding into the wall. Burning pain engulfing my face and spreads across my head and down my neck, rendering me senseless for a second.

"How dare you!! How god damn dare you, you whore! He's mine...we have dated for two years and you think you can sweep in and take him!! You are a god damn nothing and you have no rights to him!" she is livid. Puce with rage and comes bearing down on me, climbing on top of me while winding her fingers around my throat like a crazed psycho. In my panic I lash back to defend myself but she's bigger and stronger and the glow of amber in her eyes tell me she's on the verge of turning. She is another of the pack who turned young and has her gifts well under control while I haven't begin to explore mine yet.

"I will kill you before I see you take him from me" her grasp tightens and I try to claw at her face, struggling for breath, panicking, momentary blacking out before she is hauled from on top of me by two strong arms and lifted high up.

"Enough! She didn't do this anymore than I did!" Colton's voice cuts through her hysterical wailing and he drops her on her feet away from me. Standing between her and me as he turns to her and tries to reason and shut her up. His whole body taught and alert as though he is ready to take her on, and I am not sure it won't go that way. Females when angry have a tendency to turn and attack, even people they love. Its how disputes are resolved most of the time among wolves. Physical fights are the norm, even between mates.

"Go home Carmen, let us deal with this. The elders and the shaman are coming with my father. Just go and let us figure this out."

"Why can't they just kill her and be done with it? She's nothing to the pack" she wails at him desperately, the noise prickling at my ears and I wonder if this is a new thing with my senses. Hearing things more painfully.