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Chapter 8

I woke up to Adam and Marrok Charles Bran were standing beside me. The doctor, Sam and the man were watching me.

"How are you feeling," asked the Sam.

"Like I slept through a year. Is Clinton okay?"

"Clinton," asked Marrok Charles Bran.

"Her friend she was riding with," replied the man.

Marrok Charles Bran looked at me. "Does he know what you are?"

I stared at him.

"A werewolf!"

Blinking and debating if I wanted to have a nap. "I didn't tell anyone about me being a werewolf. The people who know I am one, was introduced unwillingly because I smell like dog. You took my Wolf-Be-Gone body-wash."

Hoping that they wouldn't ask what I meant by that.

"What do you mean 'unwillingly'," asked Marrok Charles Bran.

Blinking again and fighting sleep to answer his question. Unwillingly meant people knowing I was a werewolf without me wanted them. Gosh, I miss the days of Wolf-Be-Gone.

"Why were the werewolves shooting at you," asked Adam?

Not now, please not now. Closing my eyes and thinking how to answer Adam's question. They wanted me for them. They wanted me be the lone female, a legend. However, my time as alone wolf was number. Biting my lip, answering his question, which sound jumbled up to me. Adam seemed understood what I was saying.

Marrok Charles Bran wanted to know more about what happened. Sam and the other doctor stated that I had a bad affection and had to rest.

Sam turned to me before he left. "Clinton, is fine. He went home two days ago. You slept for most of three days you were here. This is the third day."

I nodded and then fell asleep.

Someone entered the room waking me up. It was Anna. I sat up a little too fast. Anna grabbed me a little to make sure I was okay.

"What are you doing here," I asked? "Were they after you too?"

Anna informed me that she was with Charles. I guess she could get away with calling him that. I wonder if he would let me. Anna insisted on coming when she heard that I was shot.

"I am going to be fine." I couldn't say I was fine, because that was lie and you shouldn't lie to werewolves. Werewolves can smell lies. They don't smell good to me. Lying pisses me off.

Anna looked at me queerly. "What do you mean 'going to be fine?'"

"Meaning, I am not a hundred percent myself right now, but in a few hours or a day, I will be. I couldn't say I am fine, because that wouldn't be the truth. You could see this in the state of myself in this bed."

Anna shook her head. "I love you little Tiger."

Tiger was my family nick name. Tiger didn't catch outside the household. Bobby and Dillion didn't always call me Tiger. When they did it was more of something cute. Dad and mom called me Tiger the most.

Ross walked into the room. "Ross," I said.

"You're awake. I was here a few times and you were recovering. Feeling better?"

"Yes, I guess, I don't know yet."

Ross shook his head. "You don't know how to answer questions."

"Oh, I know how to answer questions, just not werewolves question," I smiled.

"How is pack life?"

Hard, and I hate it. Can I be a lone wolf please? Nope, didn't think so. Life in the pack has been a learning experience.

"Different," I finally answered Ross.

Anna stared at me. "Different good or different bad."

I shrugged. "Too new to answer that. There is good and bad things in a pack. I am learning. One, some wolves are okay with biking and others aren't. The movie and my job may end, or I may have to retire."

Ross shook his head. "There is riding and there is your riding. Dangerous riding, you do Tiger."

He did have a point about dangerous riding. Getting shot would count as dangerous riding, even though it was just road riding. Then again they were werewolves trying to kidnap me and who knows what would happen to me.

"Did you ever think about what Adam would say about the movie," asked Anna.

Ross shook his head. "You aren't out in public. That was a stupid move."

"You guys never meant Tony," I smiled. "Beside I had a body guard, who fell victim to Tony. Tony is a force of nature."

Ross had a laptop. He pulled up something. "Sorry, I am just quickly checking my email. Forgot my alpha was going to email me."

Ross nodded and type a quick email. He smiled at me. "Everything is good. Do you want to watch anything? I have Netflix."

"Tempting, but I want to check something out first. I have a website, but I never seen, or had a reason. Since I saw the leak video on the news, I have been interested in seeing the website."

Ross handed me the laptop. "So you have a website and never looked at it?"

I nodded. "Tony is my manger and agent. He could be an alpha easily in werwolf terms. He sets up his clients with a website. He sets up everything so his clients can focus on what we do best, biking."

I pulled up my website and was shocked to find out that my ads were up. All of them, even the non-televised ones. There was a video of me at thirteen when I found out I was sponsored.

"Micky, darling, how does it feels to be sponsored," asked Tony.

Looking into the camera, with my flat chest and blinking. Trying to find the words to say. "Different."

Tony smiled. "This is only the start. You my girl are going to be famous in the BMX world. Such a talent, and so youthful. You are going to shine so bright the future is yours."

Ross looked at the guy. "He didn't touch you or anything?"

"No," I laughed.

"This guy is creepy," stated Anna. "I am not sure if I like him."

"He is a witch," I said.

Ross and Anna jumped. "What?"

"He is pagan."

They simmered down a tad. "Werewolves don't like pagans?"

"No, we don't like some real witches," said Anna.

I shrugged, thinking pagans were real witches. There is so much things that have not been told to me. So much more learning about things.

Adam came into the room again. "Sam agreed with the healer that you are well enough to leave for home."

When I entered the house, my mom was sitting in the kitchen. I ran to her knocking her to the ground with a huge hug. Ross grunted. "You didn't act this way when I saw you."

Dillion was laughing. "She was really quiet when she moved in here."

"She is mommy's little girl," stated Bobby.

Dad was standing behind mom. I hugged him too. Dad was more careful with me. He picked me up and carried me to the couch. "You were the one who was shot. Take an easy. My little couch potato."

My body wanted to move around and explore not lay on the couch all day. Ross gave me the remote so I can watch television. No one said anything but left me watch whatever I wanted.

Mom sat down and started to play with my hair. She braided it and pulled it back. Something she hasn't done since I was a child. Once I fell off the table and hit my head. Mom played with my hair then she sang a song.

Dillion made steamed milk with sugar. He gave it to me and told me to drink it. Normally, milk doesn't taste good, but this tasted so good. The only time I drink milk is when my body really needs it. This was probably one of these days.

Ross sat down and he sat gave me a gift. "I remember the scarf you knitted me and thought I would give you something to keep you busy."

He placed the big present on the floor. Ross then placed four more bins. I grinned. Maybe someone should shoot me often. Something probably knitted.

The first bin was full of new yarn. This most have cost him a pretty penny. Four bins had yarn, knitting notation, patterns, and one free pattern from a knitting website. He spent too much money on me. How could I accept such a gift?

"Ross, I cannot accept this?"

He shook his head. "That is all yours. No take backs here."

Since he brought me the gift, he deserves the first project. He was a huge Red Sox fan. Red Sox deserves a pair of Red Sox socks.

I started on his sock. Deciding to make two at a time tube socks. Since I knew the team logo, started pulling out the yarn colors to make it work.

About half way done with the sock Darryl's wife walks into the room. She looked at me and frown. Like Darryl, she didn't much like me. Probably thought, darn she survived, she should have died.

"How are you feeling," she asked me?

"Fine," I replied knitting the sock.

"Honey was worried about you. Getting shot three times! What were you thinking?"

Just like a werewolf. You got shot-it was something you did not that someone did to you.

Breathing in and out while knitting. "I was thinking get the hell out of there. No way I was going to stay with them again."

That gave a spark to the fire. "What?"

"Nothing. Can we forget this ever happened?" This would be way easier if I was a loner again.

Dad is a lone wolf. He was lucky. "Dad how did you become a lone wolf?"

"I decline a pack and decided to be an outcast."

"It is just that easy to do. To be a lone wolf all you have to do is decline a pack?"
Ross added. "Male only. The Marrok doesn't allow females to be lone wolves."

"That sucks. Why?"

Ross just looked at me. "Females are rare."

"If you give me crap about needing to be protected, I am going to scream."

"Well you do," said Dillion. "It is in our nature."

Not mine nature. Outcasts rules. This would be so easy if I could just be a lone wolf. Wolves are after me-the dangerous ones. These wolves weren't going to stop until they get me.

"Great," I said.

The socks were done. I got up to block them. Everyone following me around the house. Just to watch me block my socks. They then followed me back to living room to watch me make werwolves booties.

Doing four booties together on one circle needle. There was a wolf paw print with Ink in the middle. Ink was in the middle of the brown paw print. Allowing Ink to take over my right arm to test the bootie. Smiling at the look of the bootie on Ink's paw.

"How did you do that," asked Bobby.

After explaining it just happens when I want it too. Not really sure how to explain the science part of how to partly changed. Just something I learned to do on my own.

My dad wanted to talk to me alone about an issues I am having with the pack. Dillion wanted Adam to talk to me, but my dad thought it would be better if he do it. I didn't want to talk about pack or pack life.

"Dillion is right," stated Ross. "Adam is her alpha if she has any problems with the pack she should talk to Adam."

"Micky is having trouble with the pack," stated Adam. "I didn't know this. Micky, why did you come to me for help?" He used a different kind of voice, command like. It blow over me.

"Just homesick is all," I said it was the truth. Homesick for being a lone wolf. Adam nodded. "Maybe in a few months I can setup a week for you to visit Chicago."

I smiled and hugged him. "Thank you, thank you."

"Micky, please come to me if you are having problems with anything. I cannot help you if you don't." He released me from his hug.

I went back to the couch and started knitting. As I started on a new project the doorbell rang. It was Tony.

"Micky darling, my poor werewolf shot."

I blinked. "I didn't tell you I was a werwolf."

"I know, darling," smiled Tony. "Witch remember."

Oh yeah, pagan. "Right okay."

Adam walked in front of me. "Wolf, I have no problems with you. It is Micky," said Tony. "I was promised her by a friend of the family."

Adam growled. "You are not taking her."

"Fine by me. My other wolves loved her though. She was like their chew toy. Years of training her." He smiled. "Bye my little Micky. Enjoy the pack while you still can."

Just like that Tony was gone.

"Um were did Tony go," I asked.

Adam looked at me. "I don't know, but I am going to find out." He pulled out his phone and called a woman who sounded Russian. She too was a witch who raved about Tony. He had sold werewolf blood and hair. Tony protects his wolves and has human clients that do crazy biking.

Adam wanted to know more. She went on about a legend. She was talking about me the girl wolf who was turned at five-years-old. I guess children don't turn into werewolves often.

Tony's wolves enjoyed playing with me. I was their little secret. Until Mean Man showed the other loners (not Tony's werewolves) me. I really didn't understand how Ty and my Uncle knew each other until now. They were Tony's wolves. They had to be, or someone must have known Tony who knew about me.

Adam hung up with the woman and drew his attention to me. "You didn't sign anything with Tony?"
"He is my manger and agent."

"What my daughter is saying she has a BMX contract with him," stated my mom.

Adam shook his head. "I don't trust him."

The socks were cleaned. They smelled so good. After putting the socks in a bag that was brought for extra gifts.

Ross was talking to our brothers when I gave him the gift. He was shocked as he opened his gift.

Adam called the pack for a meeting. He wanted the pack to know about Tony. We must alert all the werewolves.