A/N: I have to say that I'm glad that most of you like the way I portray Emmett in this one, just know that his reappearance wont be for awhile. I will let you know as well that this chapter is more filler than information giving, which you will find out eventually further into the story. So I hope you all continue to read and review.

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Chapter Two: Trespasser


The air was crisp, like the morning frost of a fall day. My breaths froze with the air, the windows covered with condensation; the jacket covering me now was no longer helpful. I woke up several times trying to gain comfort, trying to at least catch some source of heat, but prevailed to no luck. After grown tired of actually sleeping, and not being able to handle the coldness of the early morning, I decided to move around to warm up a bit before making the attempts to find my way home.

Pushing the creaky door open to get out of the old truck, a waft of cold air blew through and against my face. I definitely wasn't dressed for this type of weather. Frost rested on the dry grass and fallen leaves that laid across the meadow. As I scanned my surroundings, I realized that I was in a meadow, one that had little life left in it. No flowers grew, the brushes in certain spots were bare, and the poplar trees at the edge looked as if they had no life left in them.

Across the meadow is what intrigued me. A forest that looked so melodramatic that it I could have sworn that I walked into Tim Burton's imagination. Before I decided to walk that way, I turned back to find nothing, like I was just put here in the middle of nowhere, with no idea how I got here. There were no roads but one. The one that even looked abandoned, heading straight into the haunted forest.

I stood at the edge, puzzled to how I actually got here. It was like an illusion. No tracks left from the truck, and no road to prove that I had driven here. Nothing. And I was beginning to worry that I might never find a way home. The forest almost looked untouched, as if my truck suddenly appeared in the middle of nowhere.

Everything seemed pointless now. I hadn't packed any survival items because I had never thought that something like this would happen. I even double-checked the truck to only find my cell phone that was dead due to the cold. I grabbed my sweater and slammed the creaky door shut before zipping up my hoodie.

It didn't help much that I had nowhere to go but forward now, I could at least hop that the road could take me to some civilization, in hopes to contact my dad to come and get me. It was no doubt in my mind that he probably already had Chief Swan sending out a search party for me, at least I hoped. I knew I couldn't just stay here, or I could be stuck he for the rest of the day when I could be searching for a way out of here. So I had to go forward.

I kept thinking that I should probably turn back, and race down the mountain, but where would I end up? I was in the middle of nowhere. This path seemed like the only direction I could take. But like I said, it was abandoned, there were no tracks anymore, trees began growing in the middle of it. It just was a matter of hoping it would lead me to a road that was actually used. But as I continued, the forest surrounding me looked worse as I walked further in. The trees covered the top, making it as almost dark as the night. No sounds to be heard, not even a bird chirping in a distance. It felt like I was in a horror movie, waiting to meet death at the end of this path.

I realize I can overthink a lot of things, but it does keep me on alert, and I kept watching my surroundings just in case I've come across something I would rather avoid. I did in fact hear howls last night, so I wasn't looking forward to meet any wolves ready to rip me to pieces and making me their next meal.

I walked for almost an hour and I was seriously beginning to regret taking this path, it seemed pointless now. Even with the day settling in, this place was still cold as the morning. The sun was hardly peaking through the canopy above, and everything around me looked the same as it was an hour ago. I was sure if the wolves hadn't found me, I would die of starvation.

There I was being overdramatic again.

I'm the flipping son of Harry Clearwater, known to survive in the wilderness; makes me kind of wish I had listened to him on one of our many hunting trips, or which berries would keep you full if needed. Or the fact that there are food sources around me without knowing which is which. Okay, maybe I was screwed.

More so, I still had to figure out how to get out of here. As much as the road winded with the twists and turns, I knew there had to be some way out of here. It felt around noontime before I was able to see the brighter side to this place. I could see the sun beginning to slowly peak through and the tree line thinning out. The air actually smelled a little better, fresher.

It was weird how drastically it had changed, as if the dark forest was put here to cover the beautiful sight before me. On each side were trees similar to each other, dark brown trunks that with lush green leaves that looked like they reached the sky. The path I was following now was covered with moist soil, brown as cinnamon. The grass on each side covered it with the same color as the bright green of the leaves. It looked very majestic.

I could hear water in a distance, I could smell the moist air that filled my nostrils and made me drool from the taste. I began to wander and search for the source, finding myself in front of a waterfall crashing into the spring below it. It was beautiful, breathtaking. It was untouched, and I almost felt guilty for reach down to scoop up and handful to drink.

From there, after finally quenching my thirst, I decided to continue on in hopes I could find someone before night fall. I found relief to know that I might find some sort of food sources around here, I mean, if the small herd of deer crossing ahead of me survived out here, than I could. Or I could find someway to make a bow and hunt one of them. But then I'd have to make a fire because I refused to eat raw meat, and that could take up a lot of time from finding a way out of here.

I reached an opening now, similar to the meadow before, but more lively and green. But it was what was at the end of it that made me thankful. A massive wall covered with greens, branches, and other plants I didn't know the name of. Then the gate that was covered with vines, so I approached it in hopes that someone might be home, that they would have a phone, or a way back home for me. I could take anything right now.

As I wrapped my hand on the cold latch, I jiggled it before the thing budged and moves slowly open. The gates were heavy to say the least, that or the fact the vines above would tear away, either way, I was able to break through.

To what I thought would be a nice house behind it, was far from what I expected. Even the stench was almost unbearable. I pinch my nose in hopes I wouldn't gag. Just a I stepped into the yard, the gates fell shut and locked again. It wouldn't have bothered me to get out if it weren't for the vines that grew back to tighten the hold. Right before my eyes they moved and clasped onto each other and over the handle outside. It wouldn't budge the more I tried. I was trapped, and now I was beginning to think that this was all a big mistake. Somewhere I made the wrong turn.

I turned around to check out the place and found the source to the stench. To my right, near the wall and down along it were corpses of animals, mostly deer. Bones lay all over the yard, but mostly piled in one spot. It was like whoever ate here, or whatever ate here, was smart enough to dispose of what was finished.

I looked up at the house, well I should say mansion. Actually more of a castle, an updated one from medieval times. Steps led up to the front entrance, on the side were tall windows, beside the two massive doors. It looked dark inside, or from what I can see from the tall front windows. On each corner looked like small towers, each with the pointed roofs. Even what I could see behind it were three more points, then one far in the back that was the tallest. The outside were covered with bricks, vines and flowers growing off the sides.

The yard surrounding was still green. To my left, further down the landscape was a fountain that looked as if it hadn't run in years. Statues of angels stood along the wall until it disappeared behind the building. I approached the fountain to see the yard continue on. Down the stairs and further down looked like a garden filled with vegetables, so I knew that they're had to be some civilization around here. No one would be growing a garden and leave it, and I'm sure if they were wild vegetables, they would grow perfectly in rows. The sight of the food was enough to make my mouth water, and I didn't want to be rude and just start picking.

Just as I turned to go back and knock the door, a woman stood at the base of the stairs, watching me intently as I was doing the same. Her hair was shoulder length, a mahogany brown that hung to the sides of her face. Her complexion the same caramel brown as mine, her eyes dark, and her posture straight. Her clothes looked quite drabby too, her tee rested loosely on one shoulder, her jean shorts torn in certain spots.

She didn't even blink.

"I didn't mean to trespass." I spoke up, trying to clear my voice so I didn't sound intimidated.

But I was, she was taller than me in fact. Her build was even impressive. And I couldn't move as she began to slowly approach me. I tried to step back, but my body wouldn't move a muscle. She continued to move closer to me, and I began to notice that she was just as curious as I was. She hadn't even muttered a word, but it felt as if she was speaking a thousand words a minute.

"If you can just tell me how to get out of here, I'll leave." I spoke quickly.

Still no response though. And now she was standing in front of me, staring down at me as her hand reached out to touch my face. Her calloused hands pressed against my cheek as it dragged down to my chin. I was shuttering my breaths, frightened from her staying silent and practically examining me. What was I to do? Now I couldn't even speak.

"There is no way out now." She whispered.

I looked at her shocked. She spoke the words of a serial killer, like I was her next victim now, and I had no escape. I could fight, but something told me that even would be useless. Her hand trailed down to my arm then my wrist before she grabbed it and began to drag me with her.

"What are you doing?" I shouted.

"Keep quite." She slapped her hand across my mouth, "there's a gate a mile down the fence, if I can get you there, run as far as you can from here."

"Why?" I looked at her, panicked and now scared shitless.

"You don't want to be here," She pulled me again, "you can get out. Once you do, don't ever come back here."

I couldn't understand exactly what was going on. One minute I was sure this woman was ready to kill me, now she was helping me escape from something I wasn't sure of. But that didn't stop me from following her. I didn't question much after that, if I was in danger, than I knew I had to follow her to get out of here.

Behind us the castle began to disappear behind the trees and now I was being led through the forest, dodging bushes left and right, maneuvering through the trees as the woman continued to drag me behind her. I could hardly tell where we were now, nothing seemed familiar, and wouldn't it be?

It was then we stopped to the sound of a howl. Then another, and another. It alarmed the girl just as much as it had to me; she looked back with her eyes practically popping out of her sockets, and then looked at me.

"You have to hide. We won't make it to the gate." She said, "I'll come back in an hour once everything settles, until then, stay here and don't move."

With her final words, she bolted off and left me to lie under the pile of brush. I felt like a kid, listening to his mother to stay here and wait for her return. But it was far from that. I didn't know the girl I was sure saved my life, and I hoped that one day I would see her again to thank her. I wasn't sure if she'd come back, but I hoped for it.

What seemed to be hours, I finally heard someone approaching. But it wasn't her. I held my breath at the sight of something swiftly racing across my sight, a wolf I was sure. I could here yelps and barks not too far away, so I knew that it was what I predicted. That or guard dogs, either way, I didn't want to be found.

In my attempt to keep quiet, I was discovered by a cream colored wolf, peaking down and staring at me like if it wasn't sure what to do. I inched back a little as it moved closer to me, now crawling on its belly looking at me like a curious pup. It was a big mistake though, once I was cleared from the bush, a growl emanated from behind me.

I turned my head slowly to see another wolf, black as night staring down at me. I looked up to see its fangs snarling, drool falling on my shoulder, its breath ghosting over me. I sat still, trying not to place a threat in hopes it would back down, but still no luck as it nudged me forward, causing me to fall on my elbows. I turned quickly to back against the bush, noticing he wasn't alone as a silver colored and a brown colored wolf flanked his sides. Both snarling at me.

I tried to move further back, but I was now moving against the wolf behind me, still looking at me curiously. Then I noticed more wolves appear, each looking at me puzzled. I didn't know what urged me to communicate with the wolves, but I tried to negotiate with them to let me go, that I wouldn't hurt them, but they wouldn't hear of it.

Then an unexpected roar filled the air, making every single one of the canine animals back up in what looked like fear. It was strange to see them all form a semi-circle around me, sitting on their haunches with their heads now bowed to me. I found this my opportunity to escape, so I bolted up to be pushed back down by the lead wolf, growling and almost snapping at me, as if it was telling me to stay down.

I swore my eyes bulged with the sight before me. Behind the wolves I could see the back of an animal much bigger than they were, and these wolves were horse sized. The brown fur spiked up down the spine to its bushy tail, I was sure this had to be a wolf twice the size of the ones sitting in front of me.

Then it stopped.

I found it strange, as if time froze for a moment before it moved again. And to my surprise, the thing stood up on its hind legs, the fronts looking like arms. As the motion took place, the wolves moved aside to reveal a wolf standing to almost eight/nine feet. Its upper body was much bigger than its lower, its tail fluffed out behind it, and its chest heaving with every snarly breath. I couldn't believe how large the creature was; it looked a little different from the others though. Its snout much larger, its ears perked like a bobcats, eyes red as fire and fur thicker than any of the others. It was a beast.

With each heavy step, I found myself crawling backwards once again. What was I to do now? Whatever this was was going to kill me. It had hunger written in its eyes. Or so I thought. I remained puzzled as it now was hovering above me, its snout close to my face, its eye staring deep within my soul. It was then it lifted one hand and traced its claw on my jawline, that I noticed that that each one had to be as long as my fingers.

With a quick yank, the monster pulled me up and held me under its arm. It did me no good to fight with it. The more I struggled, the more I gasped for air as it tightening its grip on me. Whatever was happening, I was being carried back to the mansion. To why I wasn't certain, I just knew once we came closer to the door in the back, we flew through the door as the monster slammed it behind it.

I lost count how many hallways and doors we passed, but we ended up at the spiral stairway, walls made of bricks as well as the stairs. The creature's growls bellowed and echoed throughout the building, its claws clicked against the rock as we climbed each stair. After finally arriving to the destination, we were in a circled room, bars separating the half with three cells. Each vacated with a pile of hay, the woman from before in the middle cell and another in the end cell.

As quick as I was to see their faces, I was tossed into the cell and thrown against the wall before landing on the pile of grass, my breath almost knocked out of me. I began to hack and cough to catch whatever breaths I could, now clutching onto my side, as I was sure that I might have broken a rib. The gate was slammed shut with the beast staring down at me from the other side; I looked to my left to see the women watching me then back to the monster before it left down the stairs.

"Here," I looked over to the woman I seen before as she slid a bowl of water through the bottom of the bars. "Drink, it will be awhile before one of them bring you anything."

I didn't question it much but lifted the bowl to my mouth.

"Here, give him mine too." The other girl spoke.

I noticed a scar on her face over her right eye. Her hair dark as a raven's feather, long down to her waist, and skin color the same as ours. I wanted to ask her about the scar, but I didn't feel in the right place to do so.

"No, I can't, you both need some too." I argued.

"Nonsense, we'll be out of here in a couple hours anyways." The other lady explained.

"You sound so sure." I said before lifting the bowl to my lips.

"He only keeps us in here through the day, only to be set free under gaurds during meal times." The woman from before explained. "They were upset to find me missing when they came back to check up on me, so I ended up in here."

"You're prisoners?" I asked.

"Not necessarily." She answered. "It's complicated."

"Look…."

"Seth."

"Seth, we don't have much time to explain, the night is settling." The other lady explained. "Once the night falls, we'll change into one of them."

"Way to state it bluntly Em," The woman explained.

"Well he has to know so he doesn't panic when he sees it." She replied.

"Look, Seth," The woman continued, "what Emily says is true, we will shift into our wolves once the night comes, so there is no need to be alarmed."

"You can't be serious?" I smirked.

"Believe what you want, but don't say we hadn't warned you."

"Wait, but why?"

"It doesn't matter right now, get some sleep because you're in for a long day tomorrow." She continued, "Now get some rest."

"What's your name?"

"Not that it's important, but Leah is the name." She moved back to her spot.

Before I could ask anything else, they did what they said they would. Leah changed into a grey wolf, sandy colored almost. And the girl I believed to be named Emily, changed into a pure white wolf. They both looked very beautiful, majestic and tamed. Then they both tilted their heads back and let out a howl.

Moments later one of the wolves came up the stairway, the same one that approached me like a pup, eager to get to the gate. It was very amusing to watch the pup grab the key from the hook and use its mouth to push it into the keyhole. With the slap of its paw, the key turned with every nudge it gave before the gate opened. I was shocked to see it, now the pup did the same for Emily with the same routine before the gate clicked open.

The pup then shut the gates, pulled the key out and hung it back on the hook. I knew I looked stunned from what I just witnessed, and the small wolf seemed to cock a smile before bowing its head and following the other two wolves down the stairs.

"How the hell…?" I muttered.

I slumped back and leaned against the cold stoney wall, resting my elbows on my knees as I saw the moon began to rise through the barred window above. A few seconds later, I heard the various amount of howls vibrating through the night.

I checked my side to see a bruise form, and thankfully I knew it wasn't broken, it just hurt like hell. So many questions were going through my head. Like how the hell did Leah and Emily change into massive wolves? Were the ones I saw before wolves too? How the hell did they teach the smaller wolf to open locked prison cells? Exactly what the hell was the beast that carried me here? Was that thing human too? Would I ever be set free from here? Would I ever be able to see my dad again? Would I be able to see Bella again?

Shit!

Now I was seriously in trouble. If Emmett finds that I'm gone and my dad still there, there's no saying if he would really go through with his plans and kill my dad. My dad wouldn't be safe from him, even if Carlisle and Esme decided to help him. I had to get home. I needed to save my dad before something bad would happen.

What was I going to do now?

A/N: Sorry it had took me longer than I had expected to deliver an update, I had just been busy for the past couple weeks that I was surprised that I was even able to update Pack of Submissives. But here it is, so let me know if you're still interested.

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