I groaned in pain while turning my head around and opening my eyes. Golden road lights flickered above me, blurring every time I tried to focus. A throbbing ache settled in my head while rubbed the sides of it with my cold fingers.

I tried to recall my memories but it was nearly impossible as it seemed like I had gotten a head injury. I pulled my fingers away from the back of my head and stared at them under the dim moonlight to only find blood covering my tips.

"Fuck." I cursed and then groaned before forcing my head to turn. When I turned my head, my eyes fell upon the car, my car that we had been driving across Barnsley.

It was totaled, flipped completely. The bumper was crushed, the windows had shattered and the tires were covered in wet dirt. From the looks of it, it seemed like it wasn't going to work anymore as the lights were all switched off and so was the engine.

I let out a heavy breath before I ran my hands around my surroundings only for them to brush against dirt and sharp splinters from the tree and branches.

Where was I?

I blinked hard and fast. What happened? I hadn't been more confused in my life, not even when King bit me that once in the cemetery.

Beatrice.

I opened my mouth to call out her name but a sharp pain rose in my throat and I coughed up blood, a lot of it. The sharp metallic taste melted into my mouth and I gagged before spitting it out on the ground and lifting myself up from it.

With a single conscious glance at my surroundings, I found myself in a forest, a few miles away from the road as the lights weren't too far away. The car had crashed on a tree before tilting and falling deeper into the forest.

I must've gotten hurt.

I ran my hands across my body, feeling pain almost everywhere. Panic gripped me from all sides.

How am I not dead? Where was Beatrice?

My head snapped up when I felt a presence around me. It was a woman with her hand stretched out to me with the intentions of helping me.

I didn't take her hand. "Who are you? What happened?" I asked, finding my voice at last.

I couldn't see her face well but I could see her eyes, they shone under the moon like little white stars. It came to me then—the eyes of a werewolf.

"I apologize for the chaos my wolves have caused. We don't have many visitors like you coming to Barnsley." She replied, her voice was soft, almost believable.

Her wolves?

"Your wolves?" I cocked my brow at her, still remaining on the ground, injured and bleeding. I didn't have the chance to find out where I was bleeding from but I knew it wasn't just one place.

She nodded her head before taking a glance around. I followed her eyes and took a look at my surroundings to find a pack of wolves sitting around in a large circle. They were spread wide around me and the car. Instead of rushing and running all around, they were sitting, breathing and watching me carefully.

"Where is my friend?" I asked, panicking a little. Beatrice was in the car with me and she wasn't a werewolf, she couldn't heal. "Where is she? What happened to her?"

The woman looked beyond me and onto a patch of wet dirt underneath another tree. I twisted my around and found a body lying next to the tree.

Fuck.

Forcing my self up, I rushed to her and quickly kneeled beside her. Every nerve in my body ached with pain as if I was walking over nails and needles were being pushed into my body.

"Beatrice." I called out her name while my quivering hand reached for her shoulders. Her hair flowed down from her back while she laid on her belly. Getting closer, I heard the sound of her breathing, it was slow and she was unconscious.

I turned her around on her back and checked for her pulse once more. I found a few scratches over her neck and her hands but she didn't suffer from any serious injury. The airbag must've deployed on her instead of me.

"She's going to be fine," The woman said, now standing behind me. Her warmth presence radiating off to me. "Don't worry. You suffered a lot more than her."

I turned my head around, shaking in anger, "What happened? What did you do?"

"My wolves went a little wild upon finding you. We are usually not expecting any visitors here. Your car was flipped through the forest." She directed her eyes to the car that remained flipped next to a tree. It seemed like it was a terrible crash.

I sat beside Beatrice, waiting for her to wake up while my heart continued racing. I took in heavy breaths and opened my eyes wide to realize to what had happened. It was all still blur, even the moment I was living in.

I needed to focus.

I needed to get out of here.

I raised my head up in the silence and stared at the woman. The moon light adjusted over her face and for a few minutes, I stayed confused, "Do I know you?"

"I suppose you do."

The figures of the werewolves resting nearby forced awaken the fear within me. I crawled back, closer to Beatrice and pulled my knees to my chest. "I don't know. I don't have a good memory. I used to live here—"

"When you were a child?"

"Yes." I replied and looked closely. The woman resembled someone I had seen before. I just didn't know where or when until it clicked it to me. "You work at the church, don't you? I have seen you there when I went with my parents."

She smiled, "Yes."

"You knew my parents?" My heart dropped as I asked that question. Bringing up any memories about them was heartbreaking. But finally, there was someone, someone I knew.

"Yes."

"Do you know what happened to them?" I asked, tensely.

Narrowing her eyes to me, she stooped down, leveling her face with mine before she started, "Your parents were powerful werewolves."

"Werewolves?" I shook my head as beads of sweat collected around my forehead. "No, no, that's impossible." They couldn't be werewolves.

"Is it?" She cocked her brow while her eyes lingered over my body, judging me for the werewolf I had become myself. A werewolf could sense another one and that's why she sensed me—she was one as well. The wolves surrounding here were protecting her, they were her werewolves, under her command.

"No, I became one because of a bite." I said, furrowing my brows and shaking my hands.

"You became a werewolf because you were one. Your parents had a witch by their side, they were able to suppress your werewolf side for as long as they needed to. It wasn't a good time then. Werewolves were getting killed left and right and they wanted to protect their only daughter." The woman explained to me in her low, wispy voice.

I struggled to comprehend anything. It was hard, believing any of it. For the most part, I couldn't even understand what she was trying to say.

My parents were werewolves? How was it possible? How did I never knew? How come I was one?

All this time I thought it was King's bite that turned me into a werewolf but it wasn't. It was his bite that triggered the werewolf suppressed within me but it wasn't his bite that turned me.

I was a werewolf long before him.

My head clouded with a hundred thoughts, none I could reach to. My chest rose and dropped. I snatched in quick and heavy breaths while my hands rolled into fists.

"There was something your parents knew and they were killed for that. They were murdered by them."

"Who?" I looked up at her.

"I can't tell you but all I know is that they don't want you here. It's better if you leave. The moment they know you're here, they'll come for you and take you just as they took your parents." She placed her hands over my shoulders, her wide eyes staring straight into my mine while the terrifying words left her mouth.

I looked at her stunned, in disbelief.

None of it made sense.

What happened to my parents? Who were they? Who killed them? Who am I?

Suddenly, the woman tore herself away from me and rose up straight. Her eyes widened and she remained silent. I heard the swooshing of the strong wind and my uneven breathing but she heard more than that.

"Scatter everyone. He's coming." She raised her arms, speaking to her wolves and in just a few seconds, they all disappeared into the thin air.

The werewolves scattered left and right, running and escaping into the shadows. Before I could even call for the woman, she shifted and ran into the darkness, leaving me alone.

I stood up, my heart thudding hard against my chest in the fear of unknown. What was happening? Who was coming?

I stayed closely to Beatrice who was injured terribly. She was still unconscious, lying alone on the ground.

When the wolves and the woman from the church was gone, it was silent and dark. I barely saw anything or heard until a car pulled up from a distance, it's engine roaring across the silent forest.

Someone was here.

I quickly rushed over to the totaled car and pulled out my bag where I had kept a little pocket knife if I needed it. I clasped onto the pocket knife with my life, knowing it had to be used if someone was coming to harm me and Beatrice.

Two figures appeared from the left and soon began closing the distance. Hair over my skin rose and I shuddered before my eyes met with his.

"Oh..." I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Eos."