Chapter 2

Phoebe!.... Phoebe!... Phoebe!..... wake up we have to go!."

I woke up to my mom's voice urging me to get dressed, I guess we've over stayed our welcome again.

It has been a week since the incident, and we've been on the run since then. We made sure to stay away from pack borders, because right now I'm sure we have the same smell as rogues, being arrested and locked up in some pack dungeon is the last thing I and my mom need right now.

I rarely get to sleep these days because at night my mom tends to breakdown and I try to console her, at the same time I have to keep watch, and the little time I get to sleep, it's not always peaceful due to the same dreams I keep having. Unlike before it has become much more incessant.

The dream had become more vivid, I am now able to notice that this time around it no longer occurs at the pack grounds, this time I get caught even before he turns. The feeling of having to be bonded with someone I don't even know, who could turn out to be the same as my father is making me so angry, anxious and afraid at the same time. I was never really supportive of Cerridwen (the moon goddess) being the one to choose who we would be spending the rest of our lives with, I mean we've got hearts to feel and heads to think, we should be the one making that decision ourselves.

It's not that I could do anything to change it, and I'm so sure that when my mate sees me he will reject instantly, because if you haven't noticed, I don't seem to have a wolf. Most wolf pups are supposed to turn at the age of 16, the late bloomers get turned at 18 and alpha pups turn even more early that is between the age of 12 and 14, but I'm 20 already and there is no sign of me having a wolf.

I think I'm going to be an Omega like my mom, because she does not seem to have a wolf too. We were the only wolfless werewolves in our pack, coupled with the fact that we were the alpha's family, it made the pack hate us even more, to them we were the reason the pack was weak and I agree with them on that point, we were weak, too weak that when the pack was once attacked by rogues, we could do nothing but hide in the safe house with the kids. A luna and the heir hiding when the pack needed them the most was the most humiliating and disappointing thing that could happen to a pack.

Now that we even took their alpha away from them, left them without any leader, and took of on our own has made the matter worse. I can't even begin to imagine the amount of rage and anger the would be feeling towards us right now .

According to my mom, she has a very close friend in the country side who is a witch, and that's where we are heading to, I sincerely hope that she is strong and powerful enough to keep us and her safe for a period of time from a pack of almost made rogues like ours.

We got into the car and took off again. We should be getting closer to the witch's home now, and from what my mom has said about her, she sounds ethereal which seems too good to be true. Her name is Gaia, and I so hope that we get along well, because werewolves and witches are not exactly best of friends, the fact that my mom's a friend to witch is surprising enough.

We get there close to midnight, the house looked alive even if it was in the middle of nowhere. The light of the house was on, and immediately we drove into the driveway the door was opened, and someone, it was almost as if she was expecting us.

"Did you tell her that were coming...mom?", my mom looked at me and shook her head. "Then why is she opening the door, and keeping the lights on like she's expecting visitors?....." .My mom got down from the car , which I did too and said "Witches have a way of knowing things Phoebe, things that know one is even expected to know..."

We walk up the driveway to the door and I was able to get a closer look at the features of the said witch. She indeed seemed ethereal, she was dressed like a gypsy, with her long skirt, voluminous hair, and a scarf that looked liked it had a lot of history on her shoulders.

She was there standing at the door with a pitying smile on her oval shaped face, she ran to my mom and gave her a crushing hug at the same time saying "oh.. oh... oh..... Clarie what have you been through ... I missed you so much..."and the she turn and looked at me with her eyes that was so blue it was electrifying and it was as if she could look deep down into my soul and see all that I had gone through and thought in my life. and then she smiled and said ..."You must be Phoebe...you can call me Gaia..... oh dear , you look just like her..she whispered..." and then she engulfed me in a hug , it was so satisfying and it seemed to wash away all the anxiety and fatigue that I had accumulated in the past week.

"oh... please excuse my manners, come on... come in " she said after we got separated. As we were walking in, i couldn't help but think that I would surely make friends with Gaia and I am so convinced that we would get along just fine.

I don't even know why werewolves and witches have always been against each other, if all witches are like Gaia, I see no reason why we should not get along. At the same time I thought that till I know the whole story I should not jump to conclusions...