She ended up buying a bunch of medical supplies as well, since there was also an infirmary in the house. They had it set up in case of injuries—and there was a lot of them—because it wasn't just like they could walk into any ER and seek medical attention. So with that pack, there wasn't a such thing as having too many supplies.
After getting everything that she needed from town, she headed back to the house, after a long drive down the dirt road, into the woods. It was easier for them to have everything in the woods, they lived isolated from humans just in case one of them lost control and escaped from the bunker or something, and that way, they could avoid killing an innocent person.
Alistair, Arthur and Blodwen do not change on the full moon (unless they wanted to), so they normally helped keep the rest of the brothers and the pack at bay, and make sure that they stayed chained up, for their safety and for the safety of everyone else.
This way of life sucked, it really did, but it was what it was. Every one of the pack members tried their best to prevent the teens in the pack from triggering their curse, but they all knew that sometimes life happened, but they would try their best though, the best they could avoid this life, then the better.
The days passed swiftly and before they knew it, the full moon was here. Those who hadn't had their werewolf curse triggered, were sent to friend's houses for the night and the others started getting prepared for the night.
A quarter after 7, Blodwen made sure that all of the wolves were down in the bunker. four of her younger brothers; Louis, Edgar, Jonah and Micah? Check. Noel? Check. Aline and Abraham? Check and check.
Those made up of the original werewolves, she looked around as they helped the rest of the members of the pack. The rest of the members were their family's descendants. The only ones not blood related were Aline, Abraham and Noel, but they were still apart of the original wolves.
She made sure that they were there, deciding in her head: Sawyer, Archer, Hudson, and Keaton? Check, check, check and check. She lightly sighed to herself, Keaton was only 16, and he was in a car accident in which killed another driver, though the accident wasn't his fault, the curse was still triggered.
Nolan and Grant? Present, both of them. Those two were directly descended from her father's line, through Sebastian. That only left two, Jessalyn, daughter of Nolan; sister of Cary, and Brooke, Archer's daughter, they were at a friend's house, so that left everyone accounted for.
Aline sighed as she looked at her best friend. She pulled her golden blonde hair in a messy bun on top of her head and narrowed her brown eyes. "Here we go again." She groaned, she watched as her husband, Abraham, who had been Cian's best friend, chain himself more heavily, with the help of Arthur. He was a bit stronger than most other wolves, so naturally, he had to be more restrained than his wife.
The alpha sighed heavily and looked at her best friend. "I know." She shook my head as she checked the time. "15 more minutes." She noted, referring to the moon.
Aline nodded. "Can you help me out?" She asked.
Blodwen nodded. "Of course." she told her, as she followed her best friend. They had been through just about everything together. They had been around each other since they were days old, as Blodwen was only 3 days older than Aline, and their mothers had been really close friends, so they grew up together. Besides, Blodwen had 9—10 counting Niklaus—brothers, and no sisters, so, she was really close to her.
The alpha helped her with her chains, and make sure they were secured. "Thanks." Aline murmured, taking the bottle of wolfsbane that her alpha had given her, making a face as she gulped it down, Blodwen knew that it wasn't as painful for her anymore since she has been doing this for centuries, but she knew it still made her uncomfortable, but it weakened her and the others, which helped them to not break their restraints.
Just before it was time, Arthur, Alistair and their sister checked all of the chains on the wolves (whom were all at a fair distance from one another) before stepping back to near the door where they had a couple couches set up and all, since they would be in there with the other wolves for hours.
It wasn't long before they began to hear the agony of the wolves making the transformations against their wills. The alpha werewolf shook her head again with a small sigh as she tried to concentrate on her reading, though she couldn't focus on it too much.
Those 12 hours went by pretty slowly, but thankfully, none of them were injured, although most were tired, except for Noel, he wanted to go out and clear his head, and Alistair decided to go with him, those two were pretty good friends themselves. So while those two went out, everyone else decided to go to bed.
Once Blodwen had went back to the house and to her room, she changed into a pair of black fitted sweatpants and a dark gray rib tank. She put her hair into a ponytail before crawling into bed and going to sleep.