𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⸙

1.45𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

Zayn looked from Liam, then to his mother. Zayn was the only northern pack to have major conflict with the Bedlam Pack of the south. They would be at the meeting looking for him, or someone close to Zayn to hurt.

They don't know about Liam, Zayn thought. They're probably coming for me. Zayn separated himself from Liam and nudged him towards the Omega.

"Baela, Niall, take Liam to the cars. If you can go, then go. Southern wolves don't know I have a mate. They're coming for me or for my mother. Go. Now."

"Wait, but Zayn-" Baela pulled on Liam's shoulder before Liam made it harder for Zayn to split them up.

"It's alright Liam," Baela soothed, sharing a last glance with Zayn before they turned away from each other, making a silent promise to keep him safe.

Liam wanted to protest, but he did what was best and allowed Baela and Niall to guide him through the room.

Louis and Harry were walking hand in hand down the corridor when Baela gently pushed Liam through the doors.

"What's going on?" Louis asked, seeing their stress.

"Southern wolves are close enough to smell," said Niall, not stopping to discuss anything else.

"This way." Niall took two steps down the corridor until a wolf emerged through the arched doorway at the other end, grinding them all to a sudden halt. Liam heard the growl before he saw where the growl came from. The wolf was huge, white, and baring its teeth. The wolf's hackles were up, and its sharp claws scraped the tiles when the wolf edged closer. Both Liam and Harry
paled and slowly walked backwards, barely blinking, and barely letting themselves breathe.

Niall and Baela stood ahead, sharing nervous glances. "Liam, keep backing away," Baela said, but Liam didn't need telling . Neither did Harry as Louis stood with Baela and Niall, forming a line between the wolf and the humans.

Silently, Harry and Liam moved further and further down the corridor, forgetting the tension between them and accepting the one thing they had in common. They were both human and wouldn't stand a chance against a werewolf.

"Where's Zayn?" Louis whispered.

"Warning Solana." Niall barely moved his lips when he spoke. Sudden movement would trigger a charge, nobody in the corridor dared to breathe too deeply.

But the people in the main room had no idea what was going on, and a laughing couple burst through the doors, spilling into the conflict.

The music and the talking and the door screeching open was enough noise. The wolf raised its large fluffy head and howled. One long eerie howl churned Liam's stomach until he nearly vomited all over the floor. His skin tingled like little needles pricked the back of his neck, down his spine, and down the back of his weakening legs.

Then the wolf charged. Liam and Harry turned and bolted without looking back to see how the others handled it.

They ran as if the wolf only had eyes for them and their backs were large targets.

Liam had no idea where he was going. His heart smashed around his chest. He ran in a blinding panic, following Harry down corridor after corridor. He assumed Harry now lived in the Packhouse and knew where he was going.

"How do we get out?" Liam cried, hearing more howls in the distance. He still didn't dare to look behind him, scared that the wolf was on his heels. Liam felt the same fear the day Zayn showed himself in the woods. If a wolf was on his trail. he would trip over his own feet or faint and be eaten alive like his parents.