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Damon, Aron and Danica continued to search the area for days for signs of the witch. Although the three were hopeful, I already knew it was useless. I knew that she had already left the day she stepped in when I got into that scrap with Zacariah. There were zero signs of the girl, nor did I feel her presence anymore.

Damon had his suspicions  about her. He believed she was most definitely working for either Larson or the government and would stop at nothing to get to me. Aron stayed open minded yet adamant on finding out what she wanted. Danica tagged along often, throwing in her smart and valuable opinions that lay open ended. As for me? While a part of me wanted to be on the attack with my mate, another part of me was incredibly hesitant. I can't help but think to the night where she killed Zacariah, and refused to hurt me. She had her chance, and didn't take it. Maybe because she didn't want to, or couldn't, I won't know for sure. 

Something about her just didn't seem like she'd go through extreme measures to kill me, unlike Larson. She protected me. If that didn't speak for much, what else would?

Right now, we were the only four who knew about her and Damon preferred to keep it that way. He says the pack doesn't need to be worrying about another species that could be trying to kill their future Luna. I however think it's best that they knew what was lurking about in the woods around them. What if someone sees her and kills her  because they feel threatened? I could only pray that the people in Damon's pack would have more sense than to just murder an individual out of fear. 

I stared out of the window of Damon's room. The three were out, all busy, leaving me with time to myself. I pulled my tan knit sweater tighter around my waist, and sipped my tea before setting it down on the window sill. The day was cold and stagnant, snow refusing to fall. 

I began to tap my foot, feeling impatient. I was frustrated with not knowing jack squat about this witch. Annoyed, I got up and headed downstairs to ease my mind. I wanted needed to get my mind off of everything, so I made my way the garage. No one questioned me though they did stare a little as I walked by.

I was usually accompanied by Damon or Danica, but since they were all out doing pointless searching, I was alone. It frustrated me that it seemed like I was so fragile that I needed a shadow wherever I went, and when the pack saw me walking down by myself they all seemed surprised, but refused to say a word about it.

Opening the garage door, I let myself in, hopped into a porche, and drove off.

-

I punched the bag once more, sweat dribbling down my glistening forhead. I'd been at the gym for about an hour, letting off steam. My stress still stayed with me, but made its way to the back of my mind. The red bag bobbed back and forth as my fists connected with it. Giving it another few good punches, I sat down, inhaling my water. I sighed and calmed my breathing.  My eyes traveled around the room at the other packmates using the gym.

Some were practicing on punching bags, others were lifting weights or running, while some fought each other in the small arena like areas. I bet they all had somewhat easier lives. 

I closed my eyes and fought my pang of envy and jealousy for the those around me.  What I'd give to have a normal life. A cold breeze brushed past my shoulder, causing me to open my eyes. I turned around to see one of the windows slightly open. The breeze picked up, making me shiver. I glanced around, noting that all the other windows were closed. I shrugged. Getting up, I walked towards it to close it. I reached for the window, and peeked out at the road and the snow covered forest beyond. The breeze stopped before it picked up once more, taking strands of my hair with it.

I looked towards the forest, enjoying its scenery. The slight rustle of a couple trees was enough to gain my attention. I began to feel a pull, as if I should be in the forest. I turned my head to look at the other training packmates, wondering if any were watching me; or possibly even feeling the same feeling. I shook my head and closed the window, knowing I was just being paranoid. I returned to the mat and started to punch the bag once more.

Ten seconds in, a cold breeze brushed against my neck. Confused, I turned back to see the window  open. A tremor ran down my spine and I felt myself wrap my arms around my body. I looked around. Surely someone had just opened it. However, everyone seemed to be keeping to themselves, and no one was around the window.

Taking cautious steps, I made my way to the window and shut it, but not before staring out. The wind had picked up, resulting in the branches of trees swaying in all directions. I pulled away from the now closed window, walked back to my spot, and started to punch the bag. I kept my ears alert. I turned to see a girl walking by with short blonde hair. 

"Um excuse me, but did you open the window?" I asked her as she walked by. She looked at me like I was crazy. 

"The windows are cemented down into the walls, they don't open-but if you want, the doors open if you get hot or need to step outside," She offered. A slight flutter of butterflies gathered in my stomach. Not the cute, boy resulting kind. 

"Is everything okay?" She asked, turning towards me and offering a look of concern. I smiled lightly, examining her. She wasn't lying by any means and the aura of a shy and innocent girl.

"Yeah."

"Oh, I'm Izzy by the way. Well, Isabella, but I got by Izzy unless my mom is angry at me. You're Alpha Damon Baine's mate right?" She asked with a chuckle. I nodded. "Rena, well Serena, but I prefer Rena," I replied. She smiled and held out her hand, as if for me to shake it. I stared at it, then at my own hand. She stood by for a second longer, seeming confused, but without judgement. I lightly placed my hand in hers and shook. She smiled at the contact, as did I.

"It's nice to meet you," She said with a grin. Izzy was short, and had a small frame. Her hair barely went past her collar bone and her dark brown eyes seemed friendly enough.

"You too. So the windows can't be opened?" I asked. Izzy frowned and stared at the window in which I had my eyes on. 

"I'm afraid not. Damon and his dad - well, mostly his dad - secured all the window here because one time the younger teenagers of the pack opened them all up and snow filled the gym. Damon's dad nearly had a cow when he found out what the little pranksters had done!" Izzy giggled as if remembering the day like it was a week ago. Clearly she had been somewhat a part of the prank.

"How long ago was that?" I asked, my eyes shifting to the closed window.

She put a hand on her hip and seemed to be thinking. "Well, when I was maybe about 16 and now I'm 20, so about four years ago."

"That's a long time ago, Damon must've been much younger," I spoke, mostly to myself. Izzy nodded in fascination. The image of a younger Damon filled my mind. I wonder what he was like as a kid.

"Damon succeeded the Alpha title at quite the young age due to his dad's passing, but he's never made a decision to make the pack question him. Afterall, we're number one in the nation due to him and his father, Peter Baine," Izzy said, taking a swig of her own water. I raised a brow.

"Oh," I muttered. "Do you have a mate?" I asked her. She frowned and looked at her feet and began to play with her fingers. "I'm sorry if-"

"No! It's alright," She shrieked. "I don't have one, always wanted one though. I have four brothers who all have theirs, but I'm still the last pick of the litter I guess," She began to force a laugh. I frowned, unhappy I put her in this situation.

"Well I hope he comes around soon," I smiled. Izzy nodded.

"Well it was a pleasure meeting the soon-to-be Luna. I've gotta run, but maybe I'll see you again later?" Izzy said, as she began to walk off. I smiled and waved to her.

"Yeah!"

Then her sentence sunk in. Soon-to-be Luna. I had barely even thought about that since I've been here! Oh gosh, would I even qualify for the position since I wasn't even from this pack originally? Desperate to get it out of my head, I aimed for the punching bag once more. 

-

I quickly walked out of the gym, aware of how late and long I'd stayed. I'd been working out since day light, which probably wasn't the best choice considering I was exhausted now. I walked to the parking lot, and paused to the car to look into the woods. The shrubs refused to jostle around with the others, and the breeze had settled down to the point where I could've sworn it was never there in the first place. Frowning, I pulled the keys out from my pocket, and unlocked the car to get in. 

I put my foot up on the rim to get up, but a strong breeze knocked me back onto the pavement. Confused, I turned towards the forest to see the branches swaying backwards. I suddenly felt as though I was being pulled towards the woods. It was as though I'd been bathing in the sun all day and the forest was a swimming pool. 

I felt like I needed to go. If anything, now was the perfect time.  Damon wasn't around, but he'd also be furious at my choice, Danica wasn't around so she wouldn't get in trouble. All seemed alright. I took a deep breath, slamming the car door, and began to walk across the parking lot and into the street.

At the opening of the forest, I paused and took a deep breath before I allowed myself in.

Damon's POV***

"We still don't know if this person is from Sunscorch pack," Aron reasoned as we drove through the night. Hours and hours of searching, and still nothing. 

"They have to be."

"No," Danica countered, "there's still the government. But I don't understand why they want anything to do with Serena." I frowned, and turned the wheel. 

"I still think it's someone from Larson's pack."

"Or you just want them to be from his pack so you can hate them even more for what you aren't sure they've done to your mate," Danica replied. I would've growled, but I said nothing. 

"Okay, well give me a recap, what do we know?" I asked.

Aron shrugged and sighed. "A wolf, believed to be sent from the government attacked Serena, but a witch fought him off, only leaving behind half of her marking, possibly for Serena to see."

"Why would the witch want her to see? Do they know each other?" Danica asked, snuggling closer to Aron.

"I wouldn't know, but she wants Serena to know something that's for sure. Those kinds of marks don't just get left there without a scent. As to why Zacariah persued her, I can't be sure how she poses a threat to the government. They only care if the werewolf secret gets out and if wolves begin to cause too many uprisings and disturbances," Aron answered her, taking her hand in his.

"Okay but honestly, not to downgrade my mate, but what harm could she possibly do?" I asked, to no one in particular. 

"Alpha, your father was once part of the government concerning the counseling branch of decision. Maybe they feel you both may rise to power and threaten to overthrow their current systems,"Danica added. I gripped the wheel tighter. 

"Why would they do that?" Aron asked. 

"It happened once before, a long time ago."

"What happened?" Aron asked.  Danica sighed and stared at me but I kept my eyes on the road. 

Rena's POV***

The snow slushed against my ankles as I continued to walk around. I didn't really know where I was going, for I let my instinct and wolf guide me they pleased.

[I don't understand what we're doing here] I said to my wolf and turned a corner. [Me neither, but we both feel the pull to be here] she replied. I sighed and continued to walk. As I did, I made sure to check around me for the sounds of birds and bugs. Each step I took I felt like I was closer to my reasoning for being lulled into the snow ridden forest.  

I took another step but screamed when my foot went deeper than it had and before I knew it, I was falling down a small hole. My hands clawed through the air but in a second I landed on my palms and tumbled a few feet.

Damon's POV***

"Honestly no one really knows for sure. It was so long ago that rumors, legends and myths all began to mess with the honest truth," I told Aron, pulling into our garage.  When my father worked for the council when I was young, he held many meetings in his house, yet that had never stopped me from pressing my ear up against the connected air vents to listen in on the secret conversations.

I closed my eyes for a brief second.

"Zacariah and the others already have their own opinions, wrong opinions." A woman said with a growl. I sighed, and pressed my ear further onto the cold metal.

"They worry that history will repeat itself. Just because things have been repeated doesn't mean it'll be the exact same," My father said, seeming to pace in the downstairs room.

"You contradict yourself Peter," another man said. 

"Take a pencil and paper for example. Write your name as many times as you want, but the letters won't be in perfect sync each time after writing them. They're similar yes but different in their own ways." 

"Pencils and papers differ quite impecably from wars and fancy crowns," the woman grumbled. 

"Ah yes, but which one holds more power?" My father asked, a smile in his voice. I smiled happily. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but  my father always made an excellent point no matter the theme of topic.

"Alpha?" I snapped out of my thoughts, aware I'd been caught up in a memory. "Sorry," I muttered, getting out of the car. 

Rena's POV***

I stayed on the ground for a second longer, my head pounding like crazy. Groaning, I sat up, and stared at the sky and through the hole I'd fallen in. How'd that happen? I was about 10 feet deep in this small pit. 

Was this a trap? Anxious, I began to feel as though maybe this had been a mistake to wander through the forest. I reminded myself to take a deep breath and calm down. Panicking wasn't going to get me out of this over sized pot hole.

Frowning I grasped the side of the wall in which I fell, digging my claws into the snow. My hand went straight through it, as though it were just powdered snow. Great, I groaned. Even if tried to escape I'd just fall down since there was no way to get my footing.

A sudden rustle from above caught my attention. Should I scream for help or keep quiet? It could be another attack from the government or it could maybe even be the witch. I kept my mouth shut.

  The snow every so lightly crunched above, and I knew I wasn't alone. And the presence did not even have to be known, I knew it was her. The witch.

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