Hidden Scars

1.

     "JAMIE!!!" I yelled, not two seconds later the bathroom door burst open

     "Wheres the trouble?" Jamie spoke, his eyebrows furrowed in worry, his frenzied gaze scanning the bathroom for any danger.

     "No trouble, just a spider." I said, pointing right above the shower to the humongous, black, disgusting spider that was perched there, waiting to get me. Jamie let out a huff and grabbed a piece of toilet paper,

     "You're a werewolf Raven, a spider shouldn't scare you." He muttered as he reached up and squished the spider. Relief flooded through my body as he threw it in the toilet and flushed it.

"Thank you" I breathed, he gave me an annoyed look before grunting and leaving the bathroom, shaking his head in slight disappointment.  I know I shouldn't take the guards for granted but they weren't doing anything anyways.  Our pack is one of the strongest and I doubted anyone would try to attack us in broad daylight.

      After I had showered and dressed, I ventured out the back of the pack house to the large garden. It was a beautiful spring afternoon, all the flowers were in bloom, creating vibrant splashes of yellow, purple, pink, orange and green. Blissfully, I breathed in the sweet air and grabbed a water pitcher. I filled it and began walking around, watering the plants that I had planted and plucking the dead leaves off. I felt myself relax as I listened to the hum of the Oregon wildlife. We were free up here, away from most humans and the city. It was beyond nice. 

      I heard a rustling in the trees nearby.  It sounded too big to be a deer and the air didn't smell any different from its usual blissful freshness, so I shrugged it off and went back to watering the plants.  It was probably some of the pups playing hide-and-seek, I heard another rustle and anxiously looked up to see a large blonde wolf, I let out a breat upon noticing how crystal blue its eyes were.

     But the wolf was gone before I could even blink, leaving nothing but its scent behind. A breeze swept through then, my nose was greeted with the wolf's salty, mystic aroma.  Only one pack had that scent; The Crimson Ash pack.  They were our rival pack and resided not 20 miles up the coast from our territory.   An uneasy feeling settled to my stomach, the Crimson Ash pack was one of the most dangerous packs in the country.  No one messed with them and if you did, well... lets say it usually doesn't end very well.

      My father has been trying to negotiate a trade with them. They had come across valuable resources recently and every pack wanted to trade with them, but none of them were brave enough to attempt to negotiate. Except my father, of course. Everyone said he has a death wish, he always took the risk, even if it would mean he could get killed.  What buisness did the Crimson Ash pack have on our territory besides trade negotiations? Why were they in wolf form? we negotiate in human form, not wolf form.

     "RAVEN!" John, one of the guards ran up to me, frantically "Come quick, it's your father." Fear ripped down my spine and my chest hardened with a horrible feeling, somethign happened.

  "What happened? is he okay?!" I asked fearfully, meeting his frantic gaze.  He paused a moment before responding, intensifying the dreadful feeling in my chest. 

"They think he's been poisoned."