Chosen by the Alpha (#1 of the Denali pack)

The Makers

The mayor walked around us and stopped in front of us, facing us. While taking out a paper from his jacket, he was looking at all the girls, grinning.

“Thank you all for coming here tonight. It is lovely to see you are all willing to contribute to our alliance with the Denali Pack.” He spoke, while other women were coming in sight from behind him as they popped out of the hallway,

should these be the ‘makers’?

The mayor cleared his throat before he started to speak again.

“Allright girls. Once I call your name, you step forward and your makers will be escorting you to a room, where they will prepare you for the ‘Ritual of choice’, all personal items will be left there, as you will enter the ‘ritual of choice’ pure as the day that you were born.”

He talked as if he was having a normal or daily conversation, not thinking about the traumatizing events that were about to take place behind those locked doors. Lucky for the bastard, he only had a son. He would never feel the pain of losing his child to the hands of those monsters that were about to come here. I snapped out of my thoughts, when the mayor began to read the names on the list out loud.

“Jessica Anders, please step forward.” A girl with brown curls stepped out of the group with eyes big with fear. Two women, or makers, who were all dressed in long white dresses, took her hands and led her down the hallway. Inside a room, where they closed the doors behind them. As the mayor read the next names on his list, more and more girls left our group. Some crying, others acting like everything was fine. When he called Clara, she just started screaming that she didn’t want to participate. Her makers walked up to her, one holding a syringe in her hand, which she had picked up from a side table that was standing in the hallway. They held Clara down while she screamed at the top of her lungs, as her maker injected her with something. Clare slowly went silent as she fell asleep, or was knocked out. Her makers picked up her body from the floor and dragged her into a room, closing the door behind them. Leaving the rest of us behind and in shock after what we had just seen.

The Mayor just stood there, smiling, like he was watching a good reality TV show. I was on the verge of throwing up all over the floor, while trying to process everything that I had just seen.

“Jennifer Gaines” the mayor spoke again. I froze, immediately holding Jennie’s hand with both of my hands,

NO, I can’t do this without her, she has to stay with me!

I felt Jennie freeze when the mayor had called out her name,

so, she was afraid too?

I always thought she wanted nothing more than tonight to happen. She looked at me as fear filled her own eyes.

“I’ll see you soon, OK?” I lost my voice, as a tear left my eyes, falling straight down on the floor.

“Don’t leave me Jennie” I brought myself to say in a husky voice. She pinched my hand and smiled.

“I’ll be right back with you sis.” Then she slowly let go of my hand, and stepped towards her two makers, who walked with her to the second room on the right, as they closed the door behind them.

My breathing started to get heavy,

how in the world was I supposed to do this? I couldn’t do this.

I needed to get out of here! I looked around to see that there was absolutely no way of getting out of this dreadful place.

“Hannah Jackson,” The mayor spoke again, and I could feel the eyes of the other girls falling on me. This was it. There was nothing I could do to stop this madness. I forced myself to step forward, one foot in front of the other, being scared that one of my makers would come up to me with a syringe in her hand if I wouldn't move fast enough for their liking. As I stepped out of the group, I looked up and saw two women step towards me. One guided me, by gently putting her hand on my back and smiling at me. Without saying one word, she made me feel more at ease. We walked through the hallway and my makers took me to the room opposite of where Jennie was. As soon as we walked in, one of my makers closed the door behind us , she turned to me and finally spoke.

“Hi, Hannah, nice to meet you. I am Amanda and I will be your maker tonight.” She had blonde, almost white hair, cut in a short bob. I think she should’ve been around my mother's age, maybe a few years younger? Her green eyes were looking at me with so much friendliness that it immediately calmed me down.

“Hi, Amanda, nice to meet you too.” I said, nodding at her, feeling thankful that her presence made me feel a bit more calm and hoping that as long as I was talking, I would not have time to faint. Another maker spoke, standing behind me.

“And I am Caroline. I will be helping Amanda today, to make you look gorgeous. But I don’t think we need to help a lot with that, you are really beautiful Hannah!” Hearing her words made me blush instantly as I turned to face her. “Thank you Caroline, that’s really sweet.” I spoke as I looked at the floor, not really knowing how else to respond to her compliment. Feeling nervous about what was about to come. I would just have to go and follow their lead, I guess?

“ OK Hannah,” Amanda spoke to me again.

“We will be working with you tonight. If there is anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or that you don’t like, just let me know OK?” she spoke as she placed her hand on my shoulder.

“Me and Caroline have been doing this for quite a while, there’s nothing we haven’t seen yet, so don’t be shy or embarrassed , looking down at the floor. People deserve to see your pretty eyes darling.”,

“Yes,” Caroline agreed, as she came standing next to Amanda.

“We will make you the star of the evening.” I looked at her in fear as her words settled down in my brain. “Please, don’t do that. I just want to go home to my mom and dad.” Caroline looked at me in surprise, hearing my answer.

“Don’t be scared darling.” She spoke as she took my hand and guided me further inside the room.

“Maybe tomorrow, you’ll be happy with everything that will happen tonight.” She opened the door on the left of the room, which led me into a small bathroom.

“Now dear, I need you to take off your clothes and take a shower for us. There’s all the soap and shampoo that you need, so please take as much as you need. When you are ready, there’s underwear on the dresser for you. When you have put that on, you can come out and we will help you with the rest.” Caroline spoke, pointing at the shower and the dresser, which had white panties and a white bra lying on top of it.

“Try to be ready in 20 minutes darling. We will give you some privacy.” She said as she closed the door and left me alone. As soon as she left and closed the door behind me, I sank on the cold and tiled floor, breaking down and thinking to myself that this was probably what a panic attack must feel like. I had never been more scared in my life.