Help! I Need Somebody!

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Where is she? I thought, staring out the window of my bedroom. The collar around my throat itched and i couldn't help but be ashamed of it. How could i have forgotten how we kept prisoners of war? Every pack has a way to get their information out of enemy pack members. The electric collar was one of my parents' ways. I guess i never expected...wasnt prepared their daughter. Why would they use it on me?

My bedroom door opened and my sister Lily stepped in carrying a tray of food. She also wore a spiked collar around her throat. I'd noticed most of the pack members of both my brother's and my dad's packs wore them. My only guess was that not everyone agreed to their rule and had risen up to claim control. Looks like they'd failed. While i was happy to see Lily, i was disappointed to learn she was turned about two years after I left. She survived, thank God, but I hadn't wanted her turned for the same reason I hadn't wanted Alana turned.

Alana. My mind rolled her name around and around as I watched my sister set the tray on my bed. Where is she now? Was she searching for me? Was Gavin okay? What happened to the rest of my pack?

My mind dropped those thoughts quickly as I felt tears fill my eyes. My pack was my family. Losing them was like cutting off a limb: painful.

"Im glad youre here," Lily murmured, moving to look out the window with me.

I glanced at her in surprise. "Why?" I asked.

"Well, I missed you. Not having an older brother is bad, but losing a sister on top of that is horrible. But honestly, I know you can knock some sense into Chris." Lily told me, her soft blue eyes focused on the trees circling the property. The trees holding me prisoner.

"What makes you think so?" I murmured, turning towards her and raising an eyebrow in surprise.

"You and him were always close, Sam. You can't deny that. And besides, without Dad whispering in his ear, he's a nice guy. But he's nothing like what he used to be. You've got to help us." She turned her head and looked at me with her big pleading eyes. Her long blonde hair was braided along her back and her jeans and shirt were faded and ripped in places. It was like she hadn't showered in months. Or maybe years.

I blinked at her as she grabbed my hand roughly. "Us?" I repeated numbly.

"Both packs are prisoners." She shook her head. "The full moon... They don't take our collars off, even then, and the turn is painful now."

"Why is everyone wearing a collar?" I asked.

Lily sighed. "Even Chris wears one now. He does as he's told." Lily shook her head ruefully. "Do you remember finding him in the woods? Bloody and dead?"

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat as I recalled that night again.

"He wasn't dead. And the reason he has a scar now is because Mom and Dad put a collar on him and he tried to take it off the only way he knew how." She explained.

"His claws," I whispered in horror. That explained the blood. That explained the horrid stench of burnt flesh and the piece of leather I had seen near his body. He succeeded. I shook my head. "I don't understand. Why is he still here if he went through that?"

"He wears a collar, too." Lily said softly.

That shocked me, but whatever questions I would've asked faded as my door opened and Chris himself came in. He was wearing a cute green shirt that outlined his chest and muscular shoulders paired with a pair of black jeans. His silver blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail and his icy eyes were hard as marbles. But I saw no collar around his neck. I shifted my eyes to Lily curiously before returning my gaze to my brother.

He sighed. "You can't be mad at me forever, Sammy." He leaned against the door jam and crossed his arms.

"You blew up my house with all of my pack mates in it. With my mate in it. And then you hit Gavin with your car. And then I wake up to find a collar around my throat. I have every right to be mad." I replied snidely.

Chris turned his attention to Lily. "Scat, kitten. I've got to talk to Sammy here. Alone. Besides, Dad will be home soon. Best get on that dinner. You know he'll be starved."

I watched sadly as my sister scurried from the room, avoiding his eyes as she passed. I crossed my fingers that I'd be able to speak with her again before Dad got home. I needed to know what the situation really was. I felt like a slave and, as an Alpha, it was really degrading.

The minute the door clicked closed behind her, my brother moved over to stand beside me. "I did what I had to do, Sammy." He whispered and I glanced at him to see the small flash of pain in his eyes. "Tell me about her. About this Alana."

I turned my gaze back to the sky and let out a soft sigh. "Alana was a human when I met her, but one from two werewolf parents. She hadn't turned and her parents didn't know why but her mother hated her for it. Hit her. Yelled at her. Blamed her for all her problems in life. It was luck for me when another Alpha in the area sent her to the hospital, where her mother pushed her too far and she climbed out the window to find safety in the trees." I paused, my mind flying back to the night Jared and Maya, the siblings I took in, brought my mate into my life. Tears threatened even as I smiled. "Jared, Maya, and Maya's mate Mark saved her from a few Naturals. Jared carried her back to the cottage we were staying in. I caught her sneaking out and...the moment I touched her, I just knew."

As I told him the rest of the story, which was so short in telling, but had been so long in happening, I felt like I was a little girl again, dealing with the turn and seeking my brother's guidance. We talked well into the morning about my mate. And it wasn't until he left that I realized how much I had missed him. How much I had missed everyone.

Staring at the lightening sky, the tears finally slipped out. And I made a promise to myself in that moment that no matter what, I would help the pack here get free.

Where is Alana?

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