Becoming the Luna

Chapter 358

They dash down the hallway, the entire wing of the Pack House cleared out because of them and it was currently to their advantage because the Alpha that had come in earlier had been dumb enough to the leave the door open, probably thinking they wouldn't be able to get the upper hand.

Luckily, they were on the ground floor so the trick was to find a door that led outside without gettimg caught, it sounded a lot easier that it actually was. 

Their bare feet were silent against the padded floor as the darted around a corner that lead to a staircase.

"Stairs always mean a way out, let's go!" Dream encouraged, the chaos happening in the room they just exited dragging attention from them, absently he wondered how long it would take for the sleaze bags to realize their absence.

Also he hoped that the grimy guy that had his hands all over Hayden was their Alpha or something equally as important.

They hurry down the stairs and Hayden wonders for how long their luck would last, maybe he should have held onto the tire iron a little longer, just as he thinks of this, some men show up and the end of the stairs and with surprised gasps they turn around and dash up again.

They swerve around last minute when they see more people coming from where they just left off from, taking a different turn, a different direction which leads them to the kitchen.

Surprised gasps of some female Werewolves greet them but they pay them no mind.

"Dream, grab a pan." Hayden advises already snatching a rolling pin out of a lady's hands, it was coated in dough but he didn't mind.

Firstly they had to get the fuck out of here, then they would deal with how to get back home.

They open the door out of the kitchen to two men who were quickly put out of commission by their weapons of choice.

"Hey, lady with the mittens!" Dream turns around while Hayden makes sure the men stays down, flour coating them each time he landed a hit. "Is there a backdoor around here?" Dream asks, waving his own frying pan threateningly.

The women seemed stunned about the whole thing - most likely they had no idea - especially when the so called leaders of their Pack had gone through such lengths to keep their presence hidden.

"Um t-that way?" The lady he addresses points in a different direction, her hand trembling.

"Thanks." Dream beams, snatching up Hayden's wrist. "Nice Pack House." He tags on as they took off in the direction pointed out to them.

His scent suppressants was rapidly fading away, if the slimebags who grabbed them weren't sure about his status, they were about to find out, among other things like how he was pregnant.

They burst out into a wide back porch, a single pale yellow bulb illuminating the serene place.

"Oh my fucking God!" Dream starts off complaining when they take in the rest of their surroundings. "It's already night?"

"No time for that now, Dream let's go!" Hayden pulls him, they were still holding onto their weapons, they'd never know when they would need them.

They race off the porch, unsurprised to note that the Pack House was situated deep in the woods even for a place like Pine Creek which was mostly Werewolf dominated, it was just to be on the safe side.

"Ow! My feet hurt." Dream complains as they put distance between them and the Pack House.

Hayden winces at the jagged stones and pebbles under his bare feet. "I know, sorry but we can't slow down now." He encourages, noticing for the first time what they had on.

"The fuck is this?" Dream asks what's on his mind, equally noticing what they had on. "Some kind of ritual dress? Those stupid bastards put me in a fucking dress"

"D-Dream, I-I don't think it's wise to take it off." Hayden panics, pulling Dream along - they weren't particularly decent underneath.

Dream mumbles angrily under his breath at this, increasing his pace because yells were already starting up in the distance.

Because the last thing they needed just then was for the people that napped them to shift and hunt them down.

"We need to get out of the woods." Hayden says decisively when they had put sufficient distance between them and the Pack House.

They slow down just beside a couple rock to try and figure out where they were.

"If we want to get the fuck out of wherever this place is, we need to get to a town and borrow someone's phone because I don't see them putting pockets in these hideous" 

"That way!" Hayden blurts out of the blue, halting Dream's personal rant about the dresses they had on.

It was sheer, a bluish tint to them, the neck was too wide to be comfortable for any gender and the sleeves were too long.

At least who ever was the psychotic individual that came up with them thought to put high slits on both sides or they would be tripping on the skirts of their dresses.

"W-what? Why?" Dream breaks out of his monologue to ask.

Hayden shrugs sheepishly. "It's just a wild guess but the trees are sparser in that direction so" He trails off.

"So, we're taking it." Dream grabs his wrist and they start off running again.

The moon is a crescent but the clouds hang heavy and dark so it doesn't really help to light the way, they can't really tell how late it was but but at least the grass under their feet is soft enough to cushion their bare feet.

The noise behind them get louder but the trees also get fewer so that was a start, it gave them hope to keep running at least until a howl sounded really close to them.

Making their blood run cold, an Alpha was pissed and it wasn't either of theirs.

They skid to a halt when a couple Werewolves with hateful silver eyes cut off their path.