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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8. Ouch?

Things went just about as you'd imagine when I got back into the house after leaving Maverick. My parents were waiting at the kitchen table, my siblings somewhere else doing who-knows-what. 

"What were you thinking, going into the woods alone?" My dad says, his voice disturbingly calm. This makes me even more nervous; the fact that he's going to explode at any second.

"I was-" Wait, alone? I glance at my mother, and she shakes her head the slightest bit. She's probably right- he'd be way more mad if I were with someone. Especially a boy I barely know. "Just blowing off some steam, that's all. I found some pretty cool stuff, too." 

My dad lets out a sigh, closing his eyes. "I don't care what you found, Kennedy. Do you know how dangerous that was?" He says, then looks at me. "We heard a wolf howling shortly after you left. What if it had attacked you?"

I snort internally. If only he knew. But they can't know, right? There are three possibilites that could happen if I told them I was a lycan. A) They claim I am the spawn of the devil and cast me away. B) They accept it and decide to keep me as the family pet. C) They send me to a nut house. 

"I can handle myself." I say with a shrug. "I didn't spend all those years in girl-guides for nothing." I say jokingly and he glares at me. 

"You don't get it, do you? Why can't you just listen for once, Kennedy? Why do you always have to defy me?" He says, his voice low and growing louder by the second. I'm sick of this; of being talked down to like I don't know what I'm doing.

"Because you can't control my life, dad." I say before walking past him and running up the stairs to my room before he can yell at me. I let out a deep sigh and flop down onto my bed, covering my eyes.


The next day at school. things are the same. Kadence acts a bit more closeted than before but now that I understand why, I don't mind. I know that she could get in some serious shit for even talking to me, but that still doesn't stop her. We talk during all of our spare time, occasionally getting shunned by the teachers. I learn that Kadence isn't from here either, her family moving to the town when she was five.

Gabe sits with us in biology, but he isn't as enthusiastic with Kadence as he is when it's just us. I figure he's intimidated by her standing on the staircase of popularity. Not gonna lie, I also am in a way. I don't mention anything to her about Maverick, or the fact that we're both werewolves. As a matter of fact: I don't even know for sure if she is.

"So are you going to sit with us today, Ken?" Kadence asks as the lunch bell rings, smiling brightly. "You don't have to be scared of them, their bark is worse than their bite." She say with a wink and I smile, shaking my head. 

"I'd love to really, but my sister is making me drive her to the cafe where you work to get lunch." I say, and she shrugs, waving her hand. 

"That's alright. Have fun, I'll see you soon!" She says cheerily before leaving me alone to find Julia. I know I can't avoid the pack for ever, but at least I have a valid excuse.

Computer Sciences is on my mind all through the lunch break. 

Gabe and I sit in the same seats as the previous day. "So you're telling me you've never played Call of Duty?" I say, astonished. Gabe clears his throat slightly, shaking his head.

"My mother is extremely against violent video games." He says. "She's worried they'll taint my innocence." He says, rolling his eyes as I laugh a bit.

"What can you play then? Tetris?" I ask, and he groans.

"Not even. Mother says eliminating rows of blocks is too much like killing people." 

I laugh again, and Gabe laughs with me. I feel Maverick enter the room, and I turn to him with a smile. I don't receive what I expected- I'm met by a neutral, expressionless look. I frown slightly, making eye contact as he walks by. 

What the hell?

Something inside of me sinks down a little, disappointed. I look around the room, scanning my peers. I don't think any of them are in the pack- I would be able to place them. Why is Maverick acting so serious then? He doesn't have to act like I'm nothing to him, he could come and sit with Gabe and I-


It suddenly makes sense. Why he knew who I was, why Maverick gave him those looks, why I feel he's got a different aura then other people- he's one of them. 

I turn back to Gabe, and his smile fades. "What's that look for?" He says, confused.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. "Is it so you can tell them everything about me? Let them know what they're up against?" 

He suddenly clues in and his eyes widen. "Oh god- Kennedy, no- I'm not doing any of that! I'm just trying to be friends with you so this school doesn't overwhelm you."

"I know what you are, Gabe." I say a little quieter, and he nods. 

"I know what you are too, Kennedy..." He says, putting his palms up. "We all do. It's not that hard to tell." 

I sigh, rolling my eyes. "Then tell me, why aren't you like them? Why don't you hang out with your 'pack'?" 

He winces slightly. "I may be in the pack, but that doesn't mean I have to hang out with them. Like I told you, I'm not one of the top dogs. I don't fit in the same."

"So you're their punching bag, aren't you?" I ask then regret it as he winces again. "Sorry- I didn't mean it like that-"

"No, I know what you mean... But yeah, I'm kind of the underdog." He says with a shrug, turning to his computer. "You can go hang out with him if you want. You don't have to sit with the Omega and ruin your pack reputation." I freeze. 

"With who?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "And you know I already have a pretty shitty reputation with the pack. I just don't care."

"The hunk, of course," He says with a smirk, nodding towards Maverick, who sits across the room eyeing us intently. "He's not trying to be a dick to you, Ken. He's just too scared that the pack will get mad at him for being nice to you. He's got his tail between his legs." Gabe says without breaking eye contact with Maverick, knowing he can hear him clearly. The rest of the class seems oblivious to the tension in the room, and nobody pays attention to when Maverick stands up, making his way towards us.

"You better watch your mouth, Gabe." Maverick says, anger clear in his eyes. "Wouldn't want Keanan to know you've been disobeying orders, would you?" 

"Leave him alone." I say, glaring at Maverick. I don't want to be mad at him- but Gabe is right. His attention flicks towards me, something changing in his eyes as he sees the anger in mine. Without a word he turns away, leaving the classroom. The teacher doesn't pay him any mind.

"You don't have to stick up for me, you know." Gabe says, snapping me away from watching the door he left through.

"I always stick up for my friends." I say with a cautious smile, and Gabe returns one. "I'm sorry I went all psycho on you. It's just... I'm just so stressed out with all of this pack shit."

"Don't worry about it, I totally understand." He says with a shrug. "I also understand that he's taking the wrong approach.. But there's not much I can do about that." The bell rings and he smiles before walking away, leaving me alone to ponder about what he meant by that.


Maverick didn't show up to history class that day. 

I was honestly disappointed that he didn't, but at the same time I was glad. After computer science class, there would be a bit of tension. The history teacher again ranted for an obscene amount of time, assigning questions after. I spent the rest of the day in a weird state, not exactly happy, but not sad either. 

Julia talked the whole way home about some kid in her math class who projectile-vomitted on the blackboard. 

I parked my car in it's spot and got out, finding my mother tending to the overgrown bushes in the garden. "That looks like fun." I say with a sarcastic grin. "Need any help?"

She straightens her back and sighs, wiping a hand over her forehead and smearing dirt on it in the process. "Not at the moment, but thank you. Your dad is grabbing the weedwhacker from the barn to annhilate these things." 

I walk to the barn at the back of the yard, finding him searching through the stuff in there. "Where the hell did I put it?" He mutters to himself, and I clear my thoat. He looks at me, raising an eyebrow.

"It's over there, under the tarp beside the mirror." I say with a smile. Best start things off kindly, I'm not in the mood for more anger tonight.

"Ah, thanks Ken." He says with relief, pulling the device from it's hiding spot. He stops suddenly though, crouching to look at something on the ground. "Well, shit."

"What is it?" I ask, walking over to him. He's inspecting a footprint in the dirt- a pawprint, actually. I curse under my breath. I should've come back after I shifted the first time and erased any signs I was here. I clear my throat. "A coyote?"

He shakes his head, placing his hand next to the print. It's only slightly smaller than his fist. "No, too big. Most likely a wolf." I mean I kind of knew that, but I don't like it when he says it. He says it with malice, like the wolf (ME) is a threat. 

"Could it be an older print? I mean look at this thing, it's pretty run down. Who knows how long it's been since something living has been in here. Besides us putting stuff in here, of course." I say, trying to reason. He stands up and shrugs, grabbing the wheedwhacker.

"Could be, I guess. But you still need to be careful, okay? They're not the friendliest creatures."

"Yeah, I will be." I say. He doesn't know half of it.





It's only been like six months since I last updated, no big deal

But yeah so when you guys comment it motivates me to actually write, so thanks for that!! <3

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