Chapter 13 - New Pack?

Willow's POV

I shrugged at Scott. "Not much to tell I guess...." I stared down at the floor which had suddenly become very interesting. "Talk" Scott growled at me. "Fine. My name is Willow, I'm four and a half, I only just realised that I'm a born werewolf. My family are horrible people who don't want me in the house. My brother and sister are both older than me, my Dad is in New York...somewhere..." I trailed off at the thought of my Dad. I never actually met the guy, well I can't remember if he did, if he ever saw me, then I assume I was way too young at the time.

I was going to continue my mini speech about myself, but the door flung open, and there was an angry Alpha werewolf glaring at me. "Your Mom asked me to keep you with my pack until you have control. I have your things. Now let's go" It was the same guy from the woods. How do I know this guy is an Alpha, you may wonder. Well....I have no clue, I guess its just werewolf instinct or something. "Fine" I jumped off the table and was about to walk over whne Scott grabbed me.

"How come you already knew about her?" Scott questioned, looking slightly annoyed at Derek. "She ran into the woods on a full moon, I was there and made her come back to reality. Her mother found her and saw me trying to get her control. Her mother is not the nicest person I've ever met, that's for sure." He rolled his eyes at the end. I lightly scratched at Scott and he let me go with Derek. He led me to a car and there was a carseat in the back.

"Why do you have one of those?" I asked, confused as to why a big werewolf would buy something for somebody he just met. "I have a son the same age as you" He growled before opening the door for me to get in. I didn't have a chance to thank him before he got in and did his seatbelt. I was struggling with the carseat, someone else used to always do it for me. I groaned in frustration and curse my arms over my chest. "Need help?" He sighed, ready to get out to help me.

I meekly nodded and he got out and helped me with the seat before getting back into his seat and driving off. I lang my head against the window and sighed. Why can't Mommy love me like everybody elses Mommy? Slowly, a tear slipped down my cheek and I didn't acknowledge it. All of my family never cried, they said it made them weak, vulnerable, and that I should never cry, they taught me to be strong. But all that came crumbling down, the more tears that cascaded down my face, the more my mental wall was collapsing. Trying to compose myself, I tried to start a conversation.

"Do you have a pack?" I stifled out, furiously trying to rub away my tears. "Yes, there is an Alpha, me, and the Luna, who is my mate. We also have my son and Isaac. Erica and Boyd, left, a while ago, but they are happy where they are..." He trailed off and focused back on the road. "What's a Luna?" I questioned, tilting my head. "A Luna is the female version of an Alpha. Usually the Luna is the Alpha's mate. They keep the pack together and strong" I nodded and decided to not ask anymore questions.

A couple of minutes past and we arrived at a tall apartment building that seemed a tiny bit run down. There was stone steps leading up to the door way and a metal door. Derek opened the car for me and helped me get about before getting his keys and locking the car. He unlocked the door and we had to walk up more steps to climb higher in the building. After another good few minutes trying to overcome the stair battle, we made it to another metal door, this time, it seemed more like a front fork that a hunk of material in the middle of an apartment building.

The door was unlocked and I slowly entered the apartment. It was very spacious, they had it designed so it was open planned but I think he didn't have much furniture. "All of your pack lives here?" I questioned, he was about to answer when an older man came in and I immediately smiled at him. "Peter!" I squealed before running over to him. He scooped me up in his arms while Derek stayed awestruck. "What are you doing here squirt?" Peter asked, using his nickname for me.

"Mommy didn't want me to live with her because I was different" Peter seemed confused at me. "Apparently I'm a werewolf thingy" I shrugged at him while he stared at Derek. "How do you know the girl again?" Derek questioned, pointing towards us. Peter chuckled. "Well, after the fire, I was wondering around, waiting for my burns to heal. Anyway, I found this baby girl by the river. She was very young, nearly newborn even, and I stayed with her for awhile before I went to the hospital.

Time Skip, when I dissipated for a while after the whole Lydia used you to bring me back to life thing. I just travelled around for a bit and Willow living with her family in Miami. I stayed with her for a bit whne her parents and siblings were out. We know eachother pretty well I'd say" I giggled and Peter put me down on the couch. "Is Peter part of the pack?" I asked Derek, silently hoping he was. "Hmm Sort of. Anyway, we have a sare room upstairs next to Dan's, Peter can show you up there"

I brightly grinned at my Alpha before running upstairs and being chased my Peter. I ran to the room that the door was open, and just before I could reach it. Another door opened and smacked me in the face. There was a boy standing there, looking in confusion at me and then at the oak door.

"Bad door, we don't hit people!"