Beta Knows Best

Kennedy Wright's life is changed when her family moves to a small town in Ontario, Canada. New house. New school. New people.

New form.

Ken doesn't know what the hell she is, or what's going on. As the local pack begins to close in on her- basically a rogue- how will she find the answers to her questions?

More importantly, why does she feel so drawn to... him?

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5. Not Again...

Maverick's POV

I'm staring out the car window, watching the fields as we pass by and I can't stop thinking about her. It's obvious now that she's definitely my mate. The way my inner wolf was prancing with joy last period was obviously not the type of thing that happens regularly. 

"-And I just don't think we can trust her." Bradlee says from the seat behind me, and I realize they're talking about Kennedy. 

"Why not? She doesn't seem like she's going to hurt anyone.." I say, and Keanan gives me a skeptical look from the driver's seat. 

"She's a rogue, Mav. She didn't make her arrival known to the pack. We can't be sure what she's doing until she confronts us, or we have to talk to her." He said, and I frown. Keanan's idea of talking something out of someone is quite a bit different than mine.

"think she's fine, and you're all overreacting." Kadence says from the backseat as she scrolls through her phone. I silently agree with her, but something pulls at the back of my mind. What if she is here to do something against our pack?


Kennedy's POV

After last period I lean on the hood of my car, waiting for Julia to get out. My mind wanders back to class. I didn't talk to Maverick much after his snarky comment, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him by saying something stupid. I have a habit of doing that. I'm snapped out of my reverie by Julia, who stands infront of me with her arms crossed.

"Yo. Earth to Ken." She says, and I notice the girl standing beside her. Her red hair is pulled back in a french braid, her green eyes shining as she smiles at me. "This is my friend Rhylee. She lives down the road from us and apparently her sister left without her-"

"Hop in." I say with a smile, and the three of us climb into the car. As we're driving away from the school, the two yapping away in the backseat, something clicks in the back of my mind. "Are you Kadence's sister?" I ask, and she nods.

"Yeah, you know her?" She asks with a grin. Rhylee looks just like her. 

"I do, she's really nice." I say, as the mansion comes into view.

"It's right up here." Rhylee says, and Julia and I share an astonished look.

"You live in there?" Julia gapes, and Rhylee nods. I pull up to the driveway, passing through the gates. Up close, the manor is even more magnificent.

Suddenly a woman steps in front of the car, and I quickly hit the brakes. Her face is in a hard scowl, and I want to cower away from her stare. Her dark red hair is pulled into a tight bun on top of her head, and she marches over to the passenger window.

"Rhylee. Out. Now." She says through the open window, and I hastily unlock the doors. Rhylee jumps out with her backpack, closing the door behind her.

"Mom it's alright, Julia is my friend-"

Her mother cuts her off. "It is far from alright, Rhylee. Haven't you ever been told not to get rides from strangers? Especially-" Her voice is low as she stops and glances at me, and I look away quickly. "Get in the house, Rhylee." She finishes, turning on her heel and walking up to the manor as her daughter follows, hanging her head. I take that as my cue, pulling out of the driveway.

"Um, what the shit?" Julia says from the backseat, and I sigh, shaking my head.


We're greeted at home by our mum, as she sits at the table looking through the newspaper. "Any luck yet?" I ask, grabbing an apple fom the fridge. 

She sighs, shrugging at me. "It's a small town. There aren't really many choices, but I'm sure I'll find a job somewhere." She pauses. "Actually, I think you should too, Ken. You need to start saving some money." My dad walks into the kitchen, leaning on the door frame.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Yeah, I know, but I've already got some saved up for now.." 

"And you're going to need a lot more if you want to go to university." My dad butts in.

"I know that, I'm just saying I need at least some time to settle in here." I snap, and he frowns.

"Enough with the attitude, Kennedy." He says, his voice low, his tone angry. 

"Attitude? I was just explaining myself." A tingling sensation starts in my fingertips. "Why are you always against me? Why can't you just accept what I have to say?"

"It's not what you say, it's how you say it, Kennedy."

I let out a sharp laugh. "Whatever you say, dad. Because you know, that's always what goes." I glance at my mother, who looks tired before I turn around and walk out the door I came in merely five minutes ago. My hands shake as I stare at my car, debating whether or not to just drive somewhere. 

A searing pain runs through my arms, and I think better of it. My legs begin to shudder, my skin prickling, and I realize what's happening.

I'm changing again. 

I make a mad dash to the backyard, and am deeply greatful of the fact that my mum put laudry on the line this morning. I quickly grab a sundress and some undergarnments, just as that familiar feeling of being burnt alive begins. 

I need to get out of plain sight. I think as I feel my ears and teeth elongating, my skull shifting to reform itself. Stumbling into the trees, I fall to the earth as my spine convulses. I close my eyes, curling into a fetal position on the forest floor. A whimper escapes my mouth as my muscles and bones contract, the sounds of tearing fabric and my heart pounding filling my ears.

And just like that, everything falls silent.

I blink my eyes open, staring at a pile of dead branches. I try to lift myself with my arms to no avail- since they've turned into hairy freaking dog legs. Shakily I stand up on all fours, teetering slightly. Turning around, I realize I never actually fully made it into the trees. Quickly I pull my shredded outfit into the bushes- which includes the shirt I loved a lot. I gather the clothes I took off the line into my mouth, as well as a pocket from my jeans holding my phone and keys.

Turning away from the house, I cautiously walk into the woods. Lucky for me, the sun hasn't quite started to set yet. I gradually begin a slow trot, which soon turns into a gallop. 

What am I going to do? Where am I going to go- 

A branch snaps somewhere in the forest and I freeze, my wolf ears perking up. Instantly I hope someone isn't out here, if they see me-

Oh my god I look like a murdered someone.

 I dart behind a tree and place the clothes down, peering out from behind it. I let out a sigh of relief- which really comes out as a dog snort- as a doe grazes on some grass a few metres away. She turns and casually walks into a clearing, and I decide to follow her. I pick up my belongings, nearly dropping them as I see where she's gone.

In front of me there's a river. Not just any boring old river though, it's literally breathtaking. Water flows over a decent sized waterfall, into a deep pool below. As I saunter up to the edge, I can see how the clear water shimmers under the sunlight. Flowers line the riverbank, and I have to fight the urge to jump in right then.

I'm brought back down to earth when I realize I'm still a wolf. I don't even know how to change back- I just passed out last time. I let out a frustrated howl, the only thing that feels suitable right now. I paw at the dirt, smack my head on a rock, roll onto my back and nothing makes me feel less doggy. I should be able to control this shit. I whimper, covering my face with my paws.

Something stirs inside of me, and my head snaps to the side, a loud snarl ripping through my bared teeth. I stand in a defensive position. I know you're in there, I think to myself. I can feel you watching me. 

A wolf, black as the midnight sky stares back at me with cool blue eyes. Can wolves even have blue eyes? I wonder, just as something inside me clicks. It's him. It's him. IT'S HIM. A voice in my head says, and my stomach flips. I can feel the internal pull to him.



Maverick's POV

Something drew me to the forest after school that day. A pull inside me, the trees calling my name.

"I'm going for a run." I tell Bradlee, tossing the game controller on the den couch.

"Mmkay." He says, his eyes never leaving the tv screen. 

I get out into the woods, inhaling the scent of the pine trees and damp earth. It's not long before I'm running full speed through the woods in my wolf form. The wind flowing through my fur, my paws hitting the ground in a steady beat. 

A howl pierces through the forest sounding aggravated, and not too far away. My inner wolf stirs, and I go to investigate. It's by the river. I notice, and stop at the edge of the trees.

An unfamiliar wolf lays on the riverbed, it's paws covering it's eyes in a look of defeat. It's fur is a golden-brown, one that I've never seen before. A rogue? I'm just about to alert the pack through the mind-link when the wolf's head snaps towards me, snarling as it searches the foliage. 

Golden eyes land on mine, and something flashes in them- Recognition?

That's because it's herMy wolf says, and it dawns on me that I am, in fact, staring at Kennedy Wright in wolf form.

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