Chapter 1

"Miss? Miss Proctor?" A voice broke through the memories roaring in my mind.

"Yes? Sorry." I replied to the detective interviewing me.

"I asked if you saw the attacker." He says.

"Yes, but he wore a mask. I couldn't see his face." I answered.

"Did the man have any features that you could make out? Eye color? Skin tone? Height maybe?" The detective pushes.

I want to tell him that I couldn't remember a thing, because part of me wants to find the man myself. I want to be the one who gets justice for my parents, because in our world we execute justice ourselves. That's the thing about humans, their justice takes too long. When my parents decided to leave our old pack and live among humans, I didn't question them. Now I find it harder to hide what I am when everything in the last few hours has made me want to shift and bite off a few heads!

I am pretty sure this detective thinks I killed my parents and his questions have been dripping with sarcasm since we started talking. Apparently in the human justice system, everyone is guilty to start and later are maybe found innocent. No doubt they lock innocent people away so that they can be done quicker. This cop is no different. I can see in his eyes that he has already decided my guilt and is going through these questions to prove he did at least a fraction of his job.

The faces around me are mixed with disgust and sympathy. The other officers seem to be unsure if I am guilty or not, but I don't care. I just need to cooperate long enough to get out of here, and hunt the bastard down who killed my parents. The truth is, I caught his scent and I will track him and get justice. That afraid girl watching her parents dead on the floor is gone, I needed to be stronger to get my revenge.

"Miss I need you to answer my questions." Again the detective interrupts my thoughts.

"He wore dark clothes, a mask and gloves. I was in shock, I barely looked at him." I tell him yet again.

"What about-" His next question was cut off by one of his colleges whispering something in his ear. "It seems like our little chat is done for now. Your lawyer is here."

I look at him confused. "Lawyer? What lawyer?"

"Your Lawyer Miss Proctor!" Said a voice in the doorway behind me.

I turn to find a sharply dressed man walking through the door of the room I was being held in.

"Nathaniel Morey, I am Miss Proctor's lawyer." He said standing next to me and setting down his bag.

I glanced over his face quickly trying my best not to be caught staring, and could not say I recognized him. He was young, late twenties and handsome in a cocky lawyer way.

"I am here to take my client, because I am sure this interview is not to be misconstrued as you accusing my client of killing her parents. Right detective?" he asks in a confident tone.

I could see the detective's jaw clench fighting back a dumb remark.

"Of course she is free to go, as long as she can be reached for further questioning if needed." The detective said annoyed.

"Great, then we will be going. Here is my card, I would appreciate if you contact me directly before questioning my client again. If I am informed of you speaking to her without me present I will happily file for a motion for your suspension. Good day detective! Maya let's go." He says finally turning to me.

I stutter for a moment before quickly standing and following him out. I follow behind him until we are outside of the police station, and the morning sun blinds me. How long had I been in there? I blink a few times and stop on the steps trying to adjust to the sunlight.

"Wait! Where are you going?" I ask the lawyer who continues walking down the sidewalk.

He stops and turns realizing I was not longer following him.

"I am taking you somewhere to rest. You have been through a lot, and I am sure you are tired." He says simply.

I take out my phone that had just been returned to me and I realize it had been 24 hours since I had been brought to the police station. I had been asked question after question for a full day without rest, and it finally hit me. I was exhausted.

"I guess I am pretty tired." I admit to him.

"Since the shock and adrenaline are wearing off, you may feel very tired. It would be best if you took some time to eat something and rest." He says walking back toward me.

I look at him with my tired eyes, and my body feeling weak.

"Who are you?" I ask in a hushed voice.

"A friend of your parents. I will explain everything I promise, but right now you are still in danger. I need to get you somewhere safe." He says taking hold of me by my shoulders.

"Why am I in danger? Who is after me?" I ask panicking.

My breaths quicken and my chest begins to tighten. Why would someone want my parents dead? Why do they want me dead?

"The Alpha." Is all he says before I feel my head grow heavy and darkness spreads all around me.