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? [story is posted on other sites, but message me if you'e concerned about it being copied]

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6. Oh Dear.

Kennedy's POV

Here I am, standing deep in an unknown forest in my wolf form staring at Maverick. I know it's him, it has to be. Nobody else endears me as much as he does. I take a few small steps back.

He's like me? We're both dogs. Oh my god, we're both dogs. I'm moving back faster now, to the edge of the clearing. He probably hasn't realized it's me- he barely knows me. If I run now, maybe I can act like nothing ever happened tomorrow.

The black wolf- Maverick- steps forward as I'm about to turn, startling me back. I let out a growl, as if to say leave me alone. Something like amusement flashes in his eyes and he stands to his full height, letting out a huff. He's a lot bigger than me. Shit shit SHIT I hope he didn't take that as a challenge!? 


He tilts his head to the side, as if he's wondering something. I mean he can't recognize me, my eyes are green, not gold. And I don't resemble a wolf at all. Right?? I'm snapped out of my worried trance as he pads over to my pile of clothes I forgot about completely. He glances back at me, then at the pile at his feet. As he nudges my phone with his snout, I move a little closer. I notice a kind of band on one of his hind haunches, with something folded on it. Suddenly he moves to the clothes, grabbing the strap of my sundress between his teeth and lifting it up, almost mockingly.

I let out a kind of groan, rearing up on my hind legs and shoving him with my front. He stumbles a couple feet away, then shakes his head. Then he deftly reaches out and grabs my car keys, trotting over to the edge of the river. You little shit you better not- I think to myself as he turns to look at me, holding the keys over the water. I let out a sharp bark, but his eyes just smirk at me. What is he trying to do, make me hurt him? 

I run at him, using the same action as I did before, but this time he topples over and in that split second before he falls, all I can think is big mistake. The keys fly out of his mouth, and into the water. Before I know what I'm doing I'm pinning him to the ground, my teeth bared as I snarl in his face.

I guess I wasn't really thinking about the fact that he's definitely stronger than me because in one swift motion he's knocked me off of him, and pinned me down. I can feel his breath on my face as I stare up at his blue eyes, him returning my gaze. My stomach flutters.

I let out a small grunt, as I'm starting to lose circulation in my left paw and just like that he's two feet away, pacing as he looks at me. Standing up, I look over the edge of the water, whimpering slightly. I can't see my keys. My parents are going to kill me. I turn my head to look at Maverick, and he just stares for a second.

Then he's disappearing into the trees. Excuse me?? He drops my keys into the river and leaves? I let out a few nasty barks in his general direction, but stop abruptly as he appears again, stepping back into the clearing. Only this time, he's human. A pair of black basketball shorts hang low on his hips, and he's shirtless. Holy shit. His chest is quite toned, and that v-line...

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He says with a cheeky grin and I let out a huff, looking away. He moves closer, but he moves slow, cautiously. "You can shift back, Kennedy. I uh, I'll look away if you like?" He says, and I flinch when my name comes out of his mouth.

I step back once, then shake my head a little. He furrows his eyebrows. "Why not?" he asks, and I sit on the grass, hanging my head. It's silent for a minute before I hear his smooth voice again. "You don't... You don't know how, do you?" He asks, cocking his head to the side. I look up at him, shaking my head again. 

"First shift?" He asks curiously and I shake my head yet again, then tap my paw twice. "Second. Ah." I meet his gaze, and he smiles warmly. "You've just gotta kinda open your mind, I guess. You can feel your inner wolf, right? Well, technically right now it's not inner. But you've got to kind of... put her back?" His voice is soft as he tries to find the words to explain to me. 

I give a slight nod and he watches me carefully. Alright. I can do this. The fact that the hottest guy I've ever met is staring at me is...  I look up at Maverick, giving a short huff and nodding behind him. 

"Ah. Yeah, I won't look." He says with a smirk, turning to face the trees. Ooh, back muscles- 

Focus. I slap myself mentally, then paw my clothes closer to me. Hey, uh, I'd like to be human again. Please? I think to myself, to no avail. With an intenal sigh I close my eyes and conjure an image of myself, creating a mental image of me changing back into my normal self. I imagine my fur changing back to skin, my paws becoming hands and feet, my hair back to normal-

There's a quick burning sensation and I open my eyes. I lift my paw to my face to see- and there are five perfectly normal human fingers. "Oh thank god," I breathe. 

"Hm?" Maverick says, starting to turn his head. 

"NO DON'T LOOK!" I shriek, snatching my dress and holding it against myself. 

"Shit, sorry. Forgot." He says as he stares at the forest, rubbing the back of his neck. I fight back a smile as I hastily pull my clothes on.

"Alright." I say as I stand up, brushing off my lavender-coloured dress. He turns to me, his gaze raking my body. Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I cough awkwardly. His eyes snap back up to mine, and I figure I might as well jump to the point.

"So you- you're one too? A wolf person thinger?" I stutter, and he grins, holding back laughter. 

"A wolf person thinger?" He repeats, and I blush even more. Then his expression changes, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes a step forward. "Wait, you're telling me you don't know... what you are?" 

I frown, shaking my head. "No." I say. My voice sounds weak, and I will myself not to sound pitiful infront of him. "I just got mad last week and the next thing I know, I've morphed into a big fuzzy wolf." I meet his still-concerned gaze, and he doesn't say anything.

"Lycanthrope." He says after a few seconds.

"Lycan-what?"

"Werewolf, in other words." He says.

I sigh, placing my face in my hands. "I figured. Fuck." My eyes sting under my hands. Don't cry in front of him. 


"Hey, Kennedy, it's alright," Maverick's voice is soft, and he gently pries my hands away from my face, my hands tingling immensely under his touch. He stares down at me, his expression reassuring. I give him a small smile, then something dawns on me. I reach up, somewhat-gently whacking him on the head. I pull back from him, and he stares at me incredulously.

"Actually, it's not, because my CAR KEYS are on THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER." I say, crossing my arms over my chest. He winces, then grins.

"Right. I almost forgot." 

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