Sienna White And Her Seven Lovers

The howling sound of a wolf pierced through the night as shadows lingered around the dark alleys. Deep in the woods, the faint crescent moonlight lit up the gathering of wolves coming together in a circle, silently. Their bodies began to change shape as they all finally stood in their human form with the dominant alpha leader standing in their midst. Their worried faces as both gender present looked up to their alpha for his final decision. He sighed as his face hardened and he spoke up. His commanding tone filled with power piercing through their ears.

"We get her tomorrow night. We have no time to stall any longer, the sooner we find our alpha king the faster we end this madness." Looking around at the twenty of them gathered, their worried faces visible, he added "If you wish to leave out of this plan step backward."

In less than a minute, steps were taken. The alpha sighed at the five volunteers he had left. He expected this as he was also aware of how insane and reckless the plan was, it could get the little of their race they're trying to keep alive dead, but he still wished he could get more volunteers.

"Alright then," he said to the five "we assemble here tomorrow evening, things must go according to plan. Dismissed."

The gathering dispersed as someone walked up to the alpha and tapped him lightly on his shoulder.

"Dean you sure about this? It's the alpha's mate we're talking about here."

"I sure am. It's going to work, but I do hope to see the end of it. The alpha's so not going to be happy we messed with his mate." he sighed and added immediately "remember, treat her carefully. She must be brought here at all cost BUT CAREFULLY please."

Dean pleaded to Jason his brother and also one of the five volunteers.

"You don't have to tell me, I don't want to get my throat sliced through. Though we already crossed the line from the moment we had this idea in mind." Jason said seriously.

Dean knew this, but he was ready to do anything to get the alpha king to help them. He was ready to get his head cut off for that.

"Come on."

*****

"Hmm." Lynn groaned as she shifted sleepily on the soft bed cover fabric. She smiled in comfort, just about to go for another round of a blissful sleep when reality hit her.

Sleep? When did she fall asleep? Her bed isn't as soft as this?!

Her eyes shot open and the unfamiliar surrounding came in sight. She froze still on her chest as only her eyes wandered around in confusion. Her room wasn't this luxurious, she gaped and tried to remember what had happened last night. It finally hit her. She had run to get something from the store and on her way back five people had cornered her. They had asked her to come with them but of course no one would hear that and just follow along quietly. She had tried to put up a fight but it ended with a blackout.

Now, she was sleeping peacefully on the soft peach scented duvet.

"Am I crazy or something?" She muttered to herself and shot up on the bed as she got a full view of the room painted in white. Her mouth fell open in disbelief. "I did get kidnapped...right?"

First off, the white canopy bed with a touch of gold was huge. It could take on seven people and there would still be space left for more. The craziest part was that it didn't take up quarter of the room. The furniture on the other hand looked priceless. The white chest drawers with touches of gold, two white chaise lounge and a sofa- also with a touch of gold. The fireplace would've been any normal place if it wasn't also for the touch of gold. The table, the carpet, the chandelier... everything had a touch of gold, some were even plain gold. She didn't want to think about the chance that they could be real gold. With everything in the room, it still didn't take up half of the room space.

"Where am I?" She asked herself. Then she paused as a hanged painting finally caught her eyes.

The large frame- of course in gold, held the picture of a white wolf. It was the purest white she'd ever seen, even purer than snow. The enchanting blue eyes which gave the portrait life sucked her in, the wolf had bared it's fangs and it looked ready to attack. As menacing and intimidating as it looked, she couldn't help but feel marveled at the sight as a nostalgic feeling hit her. It almost brought her to tears.

"Huh?" She paused as she felt something warm fall down her cheek.

Wait, is she actually in tears?! It was meant as a figure of speech!

A door fell open and her attention was shifted to the young girl with a caramel blond standing at the doorway. She was holding a tray with a jug and cup on it. Guess what...it was also gold.

"Ohmygosh you're awake!" she said with a frightened look that had Lynn thinking 'pretty sure it's the one who got kidnapped that should look that frightened'. The girl seemed to have noticed something 'cause the tray fell from her hand in her attempt to cup her hands over her mouth in shock.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lynn asked wondering what had made her react that way.

"D-dean? Dean! She's awake!!!" She literally screamed as she made her way out. Lynn sat still as a whole level of confusion hit her. "Dean you made her cry!!."

Lynn heard again "Ah, no hold on! I'm not crying." she tried to call out but the girl was gone.

She sighed at her inability wrap up what was going on in her mind. She really wasn't crying... but she also couldn't tell them a painting brought her to tears? She sighed again, rubbing off her tears that she couldn't explain. "Who was that anyway?" she asked herself.

It was morning, and her parents were probably worried sick. She got down from the bed and walked over to the window to peer out but drew back immediately with widened eyes.

Where on Earth were they?!

It was about eight blocks down to the ground, and they were surrounded by nothing but trees.

She was done relaxing. Now she needed answers.

She walked back to the door and picked up the jug and the cup back on the tray. Strangely, knowing the fact that she was kidnapped and in an unfamiliar place didn't seem to have much effect on her for some reason. Rather than being scared, she was curious. She carried the tray along and stopped at the turn as something caught her attention. There was a cart there, and it had all her favorite desserts cut and decorated in beautiful shapes with different flavors. Cake, cookies, sweets, pudding, ice cream and chocolate. Would she call this a coincidence?