You Don't Belong To A Pack?

Amaris

I ran and ran, staying in wolf form and putting as much distance between myself and Kenton as possible. 
My wolf is angry at me, not wanting to be away from her mate at all. 
And here, I am, wanting to be on a completely different continent than the one that he's currently on.
I run for the majority of the night, noting how much sharper my eyesight is now that I have my wolf, compared to how it was before my shift. 
Before, I was practically night blind. And now, I can see just as well as if it were broad daylight out, I think, peeking through her eyes as we slink through the next town over. The cover of darkness, thankfully, keeps me hidden from any of the townspeople.
The neighborhood dogs barking unnerves me, making me afraid that they will cause their owners to come out and see what is causing all the fuss. I make my way through the last part of the town, constantly looking over my shoulder, pausing at every vehicle that creeps down the road, and hoping to get back to the cover that the wooded area provides as quickly as I can manage.
Once I finally make my way back into the woods on the opposite side of the town, I continue my trek going as far as I possibly can before exhaustion overtakes me. 
Just before daybreak, I curl up against the trunk of a large tree, and, unable to take even one more step, I give into the desire to close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
The sound of approaching voices wakes me and I attempt to run before they see me. Unfortunately, in my half-asleep state, I hadn't realized how close they had been, because as soon as I dashed around the tree I had been sleeping against, they started after me.
"Hey, little wolf," a deep voice growls, "we won't hurt you.”
"Yeah," a second voice says, this one sounding as if its owner is younger than that of the first. "Don't run, we're not going to hurt you.”
'*Don't stop!*' My wolf urges me. '*They're not to be trusted. They don't smell right.*'
I continue running until I can no longer hear them behind me and I'm sure that I've lost them. I continue on, sometimes stopping for a drink in a nearby stream or to chase a rabbit or squirrel for food until I catch the scent of other wolves nearby. 
Then, I hear them.
"Do you smell that?" A deep male voice asks whoever he's with.
"Yeah," a female voice replies.
Another male voice speaks up, this one raspy. "Smells like we have company."
"Who's out there?" The first man that spoke asks. Then demands, "show yourself."
As if against my own volition, I smoothly transform from my wolf to my human body, beyond confused, and angry about the fact that the man was able to force me to shift.
"Don't try to run, we will catch you," he growls just as soon as the thought crosses my mind.
Glancing around, I try to find something, anything, that I can use to cover my nakedness. But, there is nothing around here that is big enough to work—I'd be willing to go Adam and Eve style if I could find a leaf big enough.
"Umm…you don't by chance have any spare clothes…do you?" I ask hesitantly, really hoping that I don't have to face these strangers buckass naked.
A moment later, something gray lands at the edge of the tree line. Walking over to it and kneeling, I pick it up to find that it's a man's shirt—one that smells like its owner literally gave me the shirt off of his back.
*It smells good*, I think to myself.
'*Not as good as our mate*,' my wolf growls, clearly territorial.
After slipping it over my head and taking note that it falls almost to my knees, I step out of the protection of the trees, my hackles up—although, slightly less than before at being given a shirt to wear by one of them—when I spot two huge men—one of them sans shirt—with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The girl, although smaller in stature, shares matching features. Except, where the two guys have their hair trimmed short, hers falls to her waist in soft, thick waves.
"Can I help you?" I quip irritably as I fold my arms beneath my breasts.
They're looking at me curiously, then begin to sniff the air.
"Rogue," the man still wearing his shirt growls, lowering into a defensive stance.
"No! Wait," the girl says, placing an arm in front of who I assume to be the leader. "Smell her again," she glances at his face as he scents the air once more. "She doesn't smell like a dirty rogue."
"But she doesn't smell like she has a pack," he growls, taking a step forward. “And she's crossed over into our territory uninvited.”
"I-I…I'm sorry," I quickly apologize, putting my hands up in front of me, "I'm new to all of this. I didn't realize that there were places that I wasn't allowed."
That causes the trio to look at me with curiosity once more, "What do you mean?" The other guy asks—the one who apparently gave me his shirt.
Discomfort settles over me, but my wolf has me sniffing the air once more, '*Tell them the truth. I don't think they mean you any harm*.'
"I wasn't raised among other shifters," I start, shifting around uneasily beneath their scrutinizing gazes. "I didn't know that I was anything other than human. At least, not until I almost shifted in the middle of class yesterday," I tell them honestly.
The girl nods, giving me a kind smile. "The full moon can be difficult for new shifters," she tells me, her voice filled with understanding.
"So, you are unaligned? You don't belong to a pack?" The guy whose shirt I'm wearing asks.
"I—" I start to respond, but then stop because I'm not exactly sure how I'm supposed to answer that question. *If I'm Kenton's mate, does that automatically make me a part of his pack?* I wonder. "I don't belong anywhere," I instead say in response.
I watch as they silently glance back and forth between one another and me. As I watch them, I begin to wonder if they can psychically speak to one another.
As if coming to a decision, the one who I'm assuming to be the leader of the trio nods his head. "What's your name?" He asks gently, surprising me that his voice doesn't hold any of its earlier threatening tones.
"Amaris. Amaris Redding," I reply, only to realize belatedly that I let my manners get the best of me.
*Why not just dish yourself up for them on a silver platter*, I internally chastise myself as I slowly take a step away from the trio, ready to make a run for it at any moment if necessary.
"I'm Zara," the girl says, stepping toward me, causing me to take yet another step back. "It's okay. We mean you no harm," she says with a kind smile. "This is my older brother and our future alpha, Zane," as she says this, she indicates the guy that I had dubbed as their leader.
*Of course, another future alpha*, I think with a cringe.
"And this is my other brother, Zach," the other brother steps forward at the mention of his name.
"Where are you from, Amaris?" Zach asks as he slowly closes the distance between us, the other two flanking him.
"Umm…" I say, biting my bottom lip. "I grew up in foster care," I mutter with a sad shrug. "So, I guess you could say that I'm kind of from everywhere and nowhere at the same time," I tell them, a pang of sadness hitting me when my brother's face flashes through my mind. I could tell them that I'm from Northport, but I'm not ready to answer why I'm not a part of their pack.
"Where am I exactly?" I ask, looking around the clearing.
"Our territory is located—*hidden* to be exact—deep in the forest. The closest towns on either side of us are Gleneden and Tappen," says Zane gruffly, almost accusingly.
*So, Canada. I'm in Canada*, I think to myself, careful to mask my surprise at having managed to travel roughly two hundred and twenty-five miles in less than twenty-four hours—which seems impossible—for a human or wolf, at least for my human brain it does.
'*It would be for a mere human*', my wolf is quick to remark, reminding me that I can't keep thinking about things as if I'm only human—because clearly, I'm not.
I created a gorge in the earth, then jumped it like it was nothing—which had to be the work of some kind of magic. Because, wolf or not, something like that shouldn't be even remotely possible.
'*We are special. But we must be careful with who we share the secret of not only who but also what we are, with.*'
*What we are*? I think, assuming she's referring to being a wolf. *But, these wolves are okay to know?* I ask, wondering how she can know that.
'*Yes*', she simply replies without elaborating any further.
*Guess I'll just have to take your word for it then*, I mutter, internally rolling my eyes.
"You two almost done talking?" Zach asks, grinning.
My cheeks heat in embarrassment at being caught, "Sorry," I say, smiling sheepishly. "I'm still getting used to it."
"You'll get there," Zach says with a chuckle. "You may even get to the point where you wish that you could make her shut the heck up."
"Come on," Zane's gruff voice growls, interrupting Zach and me. "Our Alpha wants us to bring her back to the pack house."
That announcement causes me to freeze up, my entire body becoming stiff, my breath halting in my lungs, "No, I-I…I can't," I say nervously, finally managing to stutter the words out.
"You can and you will," he demands, his voice going even lower. I didn't even know that was possible.
"No…please," I beg, my pulse racing, my nails beginning to elongate as my fear triggers the beginning of a shift. 
'*Calm down. It's not time to show them yet*', my wolf says softly. '*Go with them.*'
A hand clasps mine, fingers entwining with my own, then breath and a voice hits my ear, "It's okay, breath. We mean you no harm. I promise."
Zach.
"We won't hurt you," he murmurs against my ear, his fingers squeezing my own.
"Why do I need to meet your Alpha?" I ask, still shaking but beginning to calm down.
"You're unaligned," he says lifting his free hand to the back of his neck, suddenly looking nervous. "I may have asked him if he would be willing to let you join our pack—if you want to, of course."
"It is imperative, now that your wolf has emerged, that you align yourself to an Alpha, or you will begin to turn feral," Zara explains gently, her voice soft.
"Feral?" I ask, looking at the three of them, confused.
"You would become a rogue," Zane spits. "Now, come on. He's waiting."
*Just another Alpha.* 
*Nothing to worry about.*
*Right?*