Betrayed

Chapter 2

(A/N This part is just talking about her past and who her relationships are with her pack and family. So there are going to be a lot of flashbacks.)

After I got out of my car I was immediately tackled by someone. Just like always. I laughed as I fell to the ground. My best friend, Gale pinned me down and smirked at me. I rolled my eyes. I hated that she always did this. She knew if I tried to get her off I could, but I had given up and let her do it.

I was in 7th grade when I first met her. I had gotten out my mother's car and dropped my bag. Right after I picked it up a football was thrown at me. I caught it and she tackled me. I fell on the ground holding the ball. I growled and rolled so I pinned her down. She chuckled and smiled at me.

"Sorry, mate. When I see someone with the ball, I gotta tackle 'em." She had an American Australian accent, if you know what I mean. I pulled myself up and helped her stand. I gave her the ball and she took it gratefully.

"It's Alright. My name is Kimberly, but, everyone calls me Kim." I held out my hand for her to shake, holding my bag in the other. She shook my hand.

"I know who you are. You're the Alpha's daughter. Soon to be Luna. " I nod. "My name is Grace but every likes to call me Gale. I think it suits me better. You want to play?"

"Sure." I walked with her over to the other guys that were playing...

That's how Gale and I met each other. That is also why she would tackle me everyday, because that is how we became friends. Gale smiled before getting off me and walking over to her mate, Clinton. Clinton and I are enemies, but we used to be the best of friends.

I brushed my hair out of my face as I sat at the table. I was glad I was in 1st grade but my best friend from Preschool and Kindergarten had moved to Canada, so I did miss her. She was my only friend at the time. A boy walked over to my table and sat down across from me.

"Hi, I'm Clinton." He looked down at his hands shyly before looking up, rose his chin a little higher than i was before, set his shoulders back and smiled.

I looked at him confused as to why he just did that. Was he pretending to be shy or proud? I shook my head and smiled back. I looked right into his one blue eye and one green eye. I didn't notice it before, but I did notice this time. It was awesome! "My name is Kimberly, but if you want to, you can give me a nickname."

"Alright, Kai." I nodded. I was pleased with his nickname. I stared at his eyes, which made him giggle and snap his fingers. "Oh... you have pretty eyes."

"Oh, thanks." He fiddled with his fingers and looked away, blushing.

I smiled, remembering the day we met. I jogged over to them and, to be polite to my best friend, I nodded my head to him but didn't say anything to him. I frowned going back from the day we met to the day we became enemies. It was just recently

I walked down the street with Clinton, talking about the many things wrong with the human world.

"There are many Pedophiles in the world. You might live next to one or even be friends with one, Kai." He smirked. I rolled my eyes at him and kept walking towards the shop.

"How do I know you're not a pedophile then? Huh?" He looked at me and grinned wildly. He took his two of his fingers and moved them down the side of my cheek. I knocked his hand away.

"Get your damn bony fingers off of me." He pretended to look hurt. I couldn't hear what he said cause I ran past him and down the road. I heard his footsteps behind me but didn't look to see if it was him. I got tackled to the ground and landed with a 'Thump!' He turned me around and I frowned as I looked at the boy who tackled me, it wasn't Clinton, it was George! The pack's asshole as I liked to call him. I snarled and pushed him off me. I got up and looked over at Clinton for help. But all he did was smirk and watch. I felt a wave of air then my back hitting against the tree and felt my hands in someone else's.

"Don't tempt me girl." He growled lowly. I snarled in return and he used his nails to cut my face. I gasped and looked over at Clinton once again, he was still smirking.

I shook my head, trying to not think about what happened next. It was horrible. I wish could just forget it. I sighed, pulled out my phone and looked at the time that was printed on my screen. '6:58 am'

"We should get to class. We will be late once it's 7:00." They both nodded and continued their conversation as they walked into the school and down the hallway. I ran to class because I didn't want to be late 3 days in a row.

Seven and half hours later I drove home, tired and cranky. I had just finished swim practice and I had homework to do. I hated school. I got out of my car with my book bag on my back and my phone in my hand and walked into the pack house. My father looked down at me from the top of the stairs. He had a sad look on his face, then it turned to a scowl like always. I puffed out my chest and stood taller.

"Hello, father." I sat down my bag on the couch and my coat on the coat rack by the door. I slipped my shoes off and set them in the closet.

"Kimberly, may I speak with you in my office?"

"Sure?" I tilted my head and followed him to his office. He had that sad look on his face again. I scowled slightly and looked up at him after I took a seat across from his chair. He sat down and ran his fingers through his hair.