My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate novel Chapter 50

The days passed by slowly and soon it was Thursday. I had taken a few days off from school, due to the doctors orders, but I was feeling better in no time. It's safe to say that the treatment and antibiotics I got from the doctors actually worked and I wasn't pushing myself too much. I was bored out of my mind from just sitting down for days, not doing anything, and I was happy when Thursday finally came. Tomorrow was my birthday, I was finally 18! I was elated for the arrival of my much anticipated birthday but got chills when I remembered the last party I had been to.

Mom had come visited me this morning, to check up on how I was doing. She looked much better now, she even said she was feeling better because as long as I was alright, she was alright. My mom is such a kind, gentle creature, I don't know what I would do without her.

"You ok?" Spencer's voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked up to see her sitting on the counter if the huge kitchen. She was wearing a green turtleneck sweater and her hair was put up in a messy bun. I hadn't even heard her come in the kitchen. Oh, wait, she's a werewolf.

"Yeah." I answered with a blank mind. During the past few days, Spencer had told me all about werewolves, and their abilities. Speed, strength, advanced senses, endurance, agility, night vision and even immortality. I found all of this information interesting although, in the beginning I had done some research for myself. Spencer even said some werewolves had the ability to heal a sick or injured person. It was rare to have that ability, and because of that, many who possessed that type of power were hunted and captured.

"I'm going down at the pack house, want to come?" Spencer asked. She jumped off the counter and didn't even wait for me to answer. My bestfriend just grabbed my hand and pulled me through the house. Throwing the wooden, and expensive, front door open, she ran outside like a wild child.

"Liam told me to stay inside the house. I'm suppose to be resting." I told Spencer who laughed. She spun around to face me.

"What's he going to do? Punish us? Come on, live a little!" My bestfriend exclaimed and stared at me with puppy eyes.

"Fine." I finally gave in. Don't get me wrong, I want to get out of the house really bad but I don't want to risk getting Spencer in trouble, or worse, hurt. Or anyone else for that matter. It seems as if everywhere I go, some evil spirit follows me and hurts anyone around me. I follow Spencer towards a huge settlement where, from what I've learnt, is where most of the werewolves of this pack live. Some smaller families live in independent individual houses but are close to the pack house, just in case of an emergency or the need for help.

"Welcome to the Moon Stone pack!" Spencer says with as much enthusiasm as I have being here. A few children are wandering around, talking, laughing and playing with one another and they all look happy with what they're doing. One little girl with  a melting popsicle in her hand has not stopped looking at us ever since we've gotten here. A group of elderly women are seated by a table near the playing children, as if unconsciously watching them and keeping them safe. The pack house is