The Willow Creek Pack

"The pack needs you, Cecile..." Draven pleaded, gently setting his large callused hands on my shoulders, a slight glint of hope In his eyes. I took his hands in mine, on the verge of tears. "Look, I'm A normal Muggle. I'm just an average girl in New York. I'm not some Lost alpha leader thingy." Draven and Foster furrowed their brow. Foster spoke up first, "Muggle?" my jaw dropped. What the Hell? Have they lived under a rock their whole life? "You've Never seen Fucking Harry Potter? Fuck You. " I said letting my shoulders drop. Draven smiled before saying, " We've already done that, I'm Afraid. " Foster looked at him with a discussed face. "What? I'm not trying to hide it?" Draven said looking back at foster. "You Fucked My Sister?!" He half screamed whispered. "Your one to talk you have a daughter for crying out loud." Foster rolled his eyes. "Yes speaking of witch I wanna get back to her, and my wife so can we hurry this up. ?" Draven smiled a sighed. "Finally Something we both can agree on." Draven walked over to me, and just stood there fishing through his pockets. He pulled out a ring. a very familiar ring. It was gold with an emerald green stone. "Where did you get this?" I snapped yanking the ring out of his hands. Something about it... "You gave it to me as a promise that if you were to ever get kidnapped that if I gave you this You would listen to every word and order I say. " Hm. Likely. "Fine, ill give you a month to see if I'm this alpha leader thingy Deal?" I said. He smiled. "Deal." Foster's mouth was agape. "Why didn't you just fucking start with that?" Draven smiled and wrapped an arm around him, "Because, Foster it is my goal in life to annoy the living hell out of you. " Foster shook his head and sighed, "Now that I can believe."