Howl At The Moon ( Camren)

Chapter two

She dreamt that she was in her wolf form,running through unfamiliar woods. Her lungs were burning and she could barely see where she was going. But she had to run, to push harder, anything to escape the wolves that were gaining up behind her.

The song of the hunt echoed around her but she did not reply. She could not -because it was her who was being hunted. She could hear the snapping of twigs as one of the wolves caught up with her. She veered left hoping to catch him off guard but she ended up tripping and immediately the dark brown wolf was upon her, teeth gnashing, jaws dripping with saliva. It was all happening too fast and she closed her eyes just as Austin was about to sink his teeth into her exposed neck.

Camila jolted from her sleep, frozen in her curled up position on the floor. She was safe. She was home. Gone were the jaws at her throat. She closed her eyes and exhale slowly as she transitioned back into reality. Still distracted from her nightmare, she failed to hear padded footsteps coming up from behind her and she let out a surprised squeak when a cold nose poked into her ear.

"Dinah, stop," Camila giggled as the cold nose snuffled near her ear and neck. The owner of the nose froze just as Camila turned around to face it and her eyes widened as she saw the white wolf from last night frowning down at her.

The events from last night flashed back into her mind as she continued to stare at the disgruntled looking wolf.

"Omega, who is this Dinah that you speak of?"

Camila blinked as she heard the husky voice in her head.

"Oh sweet jesus you're real," she whispered at the wolf as she she slowly sat up.

The wolf sat down on its haunches and cocked its head at her, watching her curiously as she put her head in her hands, trying to process last night's events.

"Okay..." Camila looked up from her hands. "Okay..." she glanced at the clock on the mantel of the fireplace. She had overslept and school seemed to be the last thing she wanted do. And so, for the first time in her life, Camila Cabello decided to skip school on her own accord. Besides... she glanced at the wolf that was still sitting patiently in front of her, staring unabashedly at her. She had far more important things to handle right now.

She stood up slowly and stretched, her muscles complaining from the events of last night. She looked down at the patient wolf and she placed her hands on her hips, an authoritative gesture that would have riled the wolves in her pack but was completely ignored by this particular wolf.

"I have questions," she said.

The wolf bared its teeth in a lupine smile. "And I have answers Omega."

Camila frowned at the usage of that name.

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Do you not know the significance of that position you hold?" the wolf's eyes widened in surprise.

Camila shook her head and the wolf growled.

"Your Alpha has been forgoing his duties. Who is your current Alpha?"

"Carlos. Carlos Hansen."

"Miguel's son?!" The wolf growled "The fool actually allowed that boy to become Alpha?"

"Um..." Camila was tempted to point out that Carlos was definitely not a boy anymore. He looked young for his age as do all werewolves but Carlos was at least a century year old if not more. Which brings up the question of how old is this wolf that is pacing back and forth in front of her.

"Who are you?" The question slipped out of her mouth and before she could stop herself, all the questions that were racing through her mind, poured out of her.