AN: This dives into their past a little, so I hope you enjoy. Also thanks to everyone who reads this story, and also for leaving the amazing reviews and alerts.
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"H-how? And why are they running around and attacking people?" Blaine questions. We release eachother, and move back to our previous positions. I take a deep breath before standing and walking into the kitchen.
"Rae?" Britt asks, sounding worried. I smile slightly as I pour milk into a pot and set it on the stove to boil.
"I'm fine B, I just thought some cocoa would be nice for story time," I tell her, bitterness leaking into my tone unintentionally. I'm honestly just stalling, and I know they know that, but thankfully they don't call me out on it.
Five minutes later I'm walking out of the kitchen carrying four mugs of cocoa, one plain, one with marshmallows and whipped cream, and two with marshmallows, whipped cream, and cinnamon. I hand Blaine the plain, Britt the one without cinnamon, and Sam the other one with cinnamon. I finally take my place again, and after taking a sip of my drink I begin.
"We moved here because we're running from my uncle and his pack. My uncle was jealous of the power that our father and his pack held, so he ended up picking us off one by one. He ended up killing everyone in the pack besides the ones who were loyal to him. The three of us have been able to avoid him so far, but we know that we're not going to be able to run from him forever."
"Wait. Didn't Britt say that you're more powerful then most Alphas? Why are you running from him?" Blaine questions as I take a deep breath and I smile a sad smile towards him.
"My uncle has a huge following. People are enticed into joining him because of the promise of power that he holds. If he can take me out then he'll be one of the most powerful wolves in existence, which means that his pack will be one of the most powerful as well. While we may be powerful in our own right we can only handle so many wolves at once, and Rick has a pretty massive pack while there's only three of us."
"It's not just you three anymore though, and how many does he have? I'm sure with the five of us we can take them," Blaine says, anger and protectiveness radiating off of him.
"We didn't ask you to join because of him Blaine, and we're not going to ask you, Mike, or Tina to risk your lives for us," Sam tells him seriously.
"You're not asking me, and I'm sure that once Mike and Tina change they'll feel the same way," Blaine argues.
"Blaine the last time we checked Rick had close to fifteen wolves in his pack. He may have more by now," I tell him, trying to make him see the danger with the situation.
"Ok? Look I'm not leaving you guys to fend for yourselves with this. I'm apart of your pack and that means I help you when help is needed. Just like I know you would me. Now what does that wolf in the woods have to do with this, and how do you know him?"
"He's our cousin Jesse. We were super close as pups and as we grew up, but once his father decided to turn into a power hungry bastard he chose to side with him. This is the first time I've seen Jesse in close to three years, and now that he's seen me I know he's going to tell his father about us being here."
"What does that mean exactly? And why is he going around biting people if he's not rouge?"
"That means that Rick's going to come looking for us here soon, and my only guess to as why Jesse's biting people is to make his father's pack bigger," I explain.
"And if Rick finds you, then he's going to kill you three?"
"Well he'll most likely try and recruit Sam and Britt-"
"But we won't follow him, so basically yes," Britt interrupts me.
"You'll train us right? Me, Mike, and Tina? So we can help fight?" Blaine questions eagerly.
"Since I can't seem to talk you out of helping, then yes we'll train you, but as I said before Mike and Tina will probably want nothing to do with this," I tell him.
"Well if I know Mike and Tina at all, then I know they'll want to help if they can," Blaine argues back. I go to argue back, but before I get the chance Mike speaks up.
"He's right Rachel. I mean I'm insanely confused as to what happened, but if what you just told Blaine is true then there's no way I won't help you." I turn to him quickly, surprised to hear his voice.
"How long have you been awake?" I question wearily.
"Long enough to know that I'm going to turn into a wolf, and that there's a pack of them after you, Sam, and Britt," he tells me with a small smile and a shrug.
"So basically for the whole thing?" I chuckle out.
"Basically," he tells me with his own chuckle.
"So am I really going to turn into a wolf, or has this been a crazy dream?" Tina pipes up from the other couch.
"This is all real," Sam tells them with a small frown.
"So...what exactly happens now?" Tina questions as she sits up. Mike mimics her, but instead of just sitting up he stands and makes his way over to her and sits beside her. He wraps his good arm around her shoulder and kisses the top of her head before focusing on us again.
"Well you're going to change on the full moon and we're going to be there to help you. Since I'm going to be there for your change I'm going to become your Alpha, which means leader. After the first change, which is painful, you'll be able to change whenever you want, which is not painful after the first change," I explain as they nod along.
"Also I'm pretty sure that you're eachother's mates, so if you two haven't...you know...yet, I just wanted to let you know that you most definitely will after you change," Sam tells them. Tina and Mike, along with Sam, blush deeply and avoid eye contact.
"W-why...um, why?" Mike stammers out after clearing his throat.
"Because of the pheromones. The week leading up to the full moon, and on the days of the full moon, we become insanely horny. That being said, when you first find your mate you immediately want to mark and claim them, which means bite and have sex with them," Brittany explains nonchalantly while the rest of us avoid eye contact with eachother.
"But why would they want to bite eachother if they're already both wolves?" Blaine asks in confusion.
"Think of it as a permanent hickey," I begin to explain and at their confused looks I chuckle. "When we mark our mates we're letting other wolves know they're taken. The mark isn't visible, but we can tell when someone's been marked. When a wolf has a human mate, in the instances of us four, then when we change them we're marking them at the same time, but with Mike and Tina, or others who are already wolves, they don't have to change them but they still need to let everyone else know that they belong to them. As I said, a permanent hickey."
"That's crazy," Mike murmurs out.
"I agree. Now are you three wanting to stay here tonight, or are you wanting to go home?" I ask Blaine, Mike, and Tina.
"Um...if you don't mind then here. I don't want to deal with any questions regarding my arm at the moment," Tina tells me, and Mike nods his agreement.
"Here," Blaine says as he stands to stretch and take his cup into the kitchen. Sam follows him to begin making dinner while the rest of us get more comfortable and talk.
"Hey where'd you run off to last night?" Santana asks Britt the next morning as we're stretching for Cheerio's practice.
"Oh um...sorry but Rae needed me," Britt tells her with a smile. Santana studies her for a moment before nodding and plopping down next to her to stretch.
"Ugh!" Quinn groans out in annoyance as she sits down next to me on the field.
"What's wrong?" I question, feeling the frustration and annoyance coming from her.
"Finn's an idiot," she tells me and I have to hide my smirk when she turns to face me.
"And you're with him why?" I ask.
"I don't even know anymore. I mean I was with him because of my dad, but when my parents got divorced he stopped being the reason. I think it's more out of convenience now than anything," she tells me with a shrug. I'm doing an internal happy dance at hearing that she doesn't actually have any feelings for the oaf, and Britt, Blaine, and Sam laugh at me. I just mentally flip them off before turning back to Quinn.
"So why don't you break up with him? I mean it sounds like you're unhappy, and with your dad out of the picture you can go after anyone new that you now have your eye on," I say, hinting towards myself.
"You know, you're right. I think I will break up with him," she tells me with a breathtaking grin before coach makes us get up and begin practice.
It's lunch time and Santana and Noah are sitting at the gleek table with Britt and Sam. The others were suspicious at first, but when nothing happened they all begin to relax and enjoy their lunches. I haven't seen Quinn or Flinn yet, and I'm hoping that the reason for that is because Quinn's breaking up with the horrid smelling fool.
I begin to feel a tugging sensation and hollowness in my chest and I can't help but worry about Quinn, especially since lunch is almost halfway over and neither of them have shown up yet. As the minutes pass the tugging sensation and hollowness get worse, to the point that it's almost unbearable, and I jump up quickly and race out of the cafeteria. I let the tugging inside my chest guide me to the hallway where Flinn's locker is and what I spot has me growling in rage.
I see Quinn on the floor clutching the left side of her face with the giant towering over her, anger, pain, and embarrassment literally pouring off of him. I charge the idiot and crash into him, tackling him to the floor where I proceed to break his nose, split his lip, and black his eye before I'm being pulled off of him. I feel the familiar presence of my pack, and as I now know my mate's safe I break out of Sam's hold and rush over to her. I growl quietly at Brittany, Santana, and Noah as they surround her, and Brittany manages to move Santana while Sam moves Noah.
"Are you ok?" I whisper to Quinn as I kneel beside her and cup the right side of her face gently. I tilt her head to the left so I can get a better look at her face and let out another growl as I see her eye and cheek already starting to swell and bruise.
"I'm fine," she tells me with a weak smile, her eyes locked with mine. "Why are your eyes that color?" she questions curiously. I ignore her question and help her stand before heading towards the nurses office. "Rachel really I'm fine," she tries to convince me but again I ignore her.
"No, you're not," I finally tell her as I sit her on a bed in the office and walk over to the ice cooler. I prepare an ice pack before walking back to her and gently pressing it to the hurt side of her face. The wolf in me is going insane right now. It knows Quinn is injured, and even though it's not severe the only thing I want to do right now is curl up around her and not let her leave my sight until she's healed. I have to stop myself from doing just that along with whining out my displeasure at the helplessness I'm feeling and the entire situation.
"I am," she tells me seriously before muttering an, "I've had worse." It's so low that I know I'm not supposed to hear it, but I don't really care about that at the moment.
"Come again?" I question darkly. This startles Quinn out of whatever thoughts she was lost in and she looks at me in confusion.
"I didn't say anything,"she tells me, eyebrows scrunched together.
"You did. You said that you've had worse. What did you mean Quinn?" I demand and I can feel the surprise and worry coming off of her.
"I didn't say that Rachel," she tells me, still confused.
"I heard you Quinn. Was it Flinn? Did he put his hands on you more times then just now?" I demand, barely holding back a growl.
"No!" Quinn shouts quickly, and when I just glare at her expectantly she asks, "How did you hear what I said? I know for a fact that I said it to low for you to hear," she demands back.
"You first," I order and she just stares at me for a few moments before letting out a sigh and lowering her ice pack when she sees that I'm not backing down.
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