Author: StoryWriter96 PM
along the lines of raised by wolves but with different plot and different characters. not the best at summaries but hope you like it. rated TRated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,346 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 08-19-11 - Published: 08-18-11 - id: 7299490
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A boy older than me, but not by much, jumped onto my back. I growled, curling my lips in a snarl as his weight pushed me to the floor. You must be James, I thought to him. Oh yeah did I mention werewolves could speak telepathically? It didn't just mean we could talk to other werewolves; we could also talk to humans, although it was forbidden.
He stilled, but only for a second before grabbing my muzzle and shoving it to the floor. "Justin, leave. And don't you dare tell Dad anything or else." James said. Justin looked from me, to James then ran out of the room. James shut the door with his foot.
"Why do I get the feeling that you're not supposed to be here? And that you aren't just a big wolf?" I could hear a growl making its way out of his throat as I saw his lip curl back. Get off of me! I yelled, mentally at him. A low growl escaped him, but he got off my back. I turned around, watching him as I backed toward his bed. I shook myself, preparing to Shift.
He raised his eyebrows as I changed back to a human. My long red hair fell down my bare back as I reached for a blanket. I quickly wrapped myself in it, not wanting his eyes to rest on my naked body anymore.
"Well hi," I snarled, "Thanks for welcoming me into your home. I like your brother much better." I narrowed my eyes as he didn't respond right away.
"What I want you to do is to answer my questions, and why the hell can I smell everything? I mean," he sniffed, "You smell like right after it rains and the morning dew. Plus dried blood and gunpowder, but that's kind of faint." He paused as I cocked my head to the side.
"You mean you really don't know?" I asked. He shook his head, his brown hair falling into his eyes. "You were attacked by a wolf right? A really big wolf? Well actually most of us really aren't as large as me and my parents because of course; we're descendants in a long line of…" I stopped realizing my mistake.
"Of what?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. I swallowed, taking a moment to look him over. He was lean, like an athlete, but he was still muscular. He had a large bandage covering a portion of his chest, but other than that all he was wearing were pajama pants.
"Alphas," I finished, "We're werewolves. You are, too. I can smell you and you smell like a threat. You see," I began walking toward him, "Werewolf packs don't appreciate lone wolves on their territory and most lone wolves, especially if they're newly made, can become monsters. Lone wolves need to be claimed by a pack and frankly my father is that big of a claimer." I stood directly in front of him, staring him straight in the eyes. I knew that the wolf in him took this as a challenge.
"Well," he said, his face dropping, "I have no idea how to control myself. I can smell my own brother and to me he smells like meat, along with the rest of my family." He took a step back, averting his gaze.
"I can help you," I told him, "But you'd have to listen to me. And you'd have to leave your family behind because they cannot know what you are. You'll be killed if you tell them, and my father would probably make me do it." He watched me as I sat down on his bed, holding the blanket to my chin. I Shifted, thinking, so do you trust me? I stood, the blanket slipping off my sleek body. I gave a high bark jumping off the bed. I made my way to the open window, looking back at him.
That bandage will keep you from Shifting. It's too tight. He looked down at himself. I stood on the windowsill as he began unwrapping it from around his body. I pricked my ears, listening, as I heard someone coming down the hallway. They were heavy footsteps, not Justin's. Let's go! I screamed at him. He looked up at a knock sounded at the door.
I jumped out the window, landing with a soft thump on the forest floor below. James wasn't far behind as someone opened his bedroom door. "James?" I heard his father's voice, full of worry as he found his mauled son gone from his bedroom. We took off at a full sprint into the forest, leaving behind his life.
I lounged on a rock, the sun hot on my back as I watched James try and Shift. He always got caught between the two forms, but he was starting to get the hang of it. His fur was a deep mahogany and he had darker fur around his face. He looked even bigger than me, even though males almost always bigger than females.
Concentrate on the Shift. Think Shift. I told him silently. I couldn't deal with seeing his naked body anymore. I snorted to myself. He looked at me with those hazel eyes as they melted into blue ones. His back arched as he Shifted, finally taking full form of his wolf. He lifted his head triumphantly, his eyes sparkling. I barked at him, smiling a wolfy smile.
He snorted, shaking his head. He grumbled, what are you doing? I barked at him, jumping off the rock, standing in front of him. I nudged him with my head, urging him to follow me. I turned tail and ran off into the woods, full speed.
I could hear him behind me, running. He was good at keeping up, but a scent on the wind stopped me. I sniffed, my nose high in the air. Hunters, I thought to myself. I turned as James came barreling through the undergrowth. I ran into him, tackling him to the ground.
Hunters, I told him, and they aren't very far away. I already got shot today and I don't plan on doing it again.
Okay, but I absolutely love this! Being in this form makes me giddy! He practically yelled in my mind.
Giddy? Really James? That's the worst word ever. I laughed internally, as he looked at me funny. You really shouldn't look at me like that, it's very unattractive. I got the air knocked out of me as he flipped me over, lying on my upturned belly. He growled at me playfully as we rolled all over the ground, wrestling.
I laughed at him in both our minds as he rolled into a puddle of mud. It matted his fur, making him look like a pup. He turned around, using his hind legs as slingshots as he flung mud at me. I yelped as a blob of it landed on my face. I lay down, pretending to be hurt.
He lay down in front of my face, sniffing at me. I snapped at him, jumping onto his back. He stood, looked over his shoulder at me, and then rolled. I saw my paws flailing as I tried to get back on my feet. As I finally stood, he was sitting, watching me.
I pricked my ears; the hunters have moved on, I told him, we have to get going. I told my father I would be in Montana in three days and that was a day ago. He nodded, following close behind as I started running again.
I woke in a clearing, the sun hot on my face. I was in human form, but I was fully clothed in a red silk dress. Looking around, I heard the soft swoosh of water nearby. Making my way toward the sound, there was a rustling nearby. I pricked my human ears, listening as a wolf approached through the undergrowth. She was beautiful in a terrifying way. Her face was aged and battered. She had a scar running from the tip of her left ear to the edge of her right eye. I knew just by looking at her that she wasn't any ordinary werewolf. She was special.
I got down on my knees, extending a hand out to her. She sniffed at me tentatively taking a step. She barked and looked around, letting her ancient eyes rest on the stream running nearby. She pushed me with her muzzle, telling me to walk. I stood, making my way to the bank of the stream. I kneeled at the edge with the hem of my dress hanging in the water. My eyes widened as I smelled what I hadn't smelled before. It had a metallic tang. I sniffed again, finding the source.
My eyes widened as I watched. The red on my dress was fading as it washed into the stream. My dress was soaked in blood. It was turning a light pink as the red faded. This wasn't a naturally red dress. This dress was soaked in… Blood. I screamed as the stream began to run with blood, the stickiness was sickening. It churned my own blood. I shrieked as the blood welled around my knees. I tried to stand, but the blood just stuck to me. It dragged at me, pulling me down.
I woke up screaming in the middle of the woods. I was completely naked, thanks to Shifting in the middle of the night. I looked around for James. He was watching me, but he was still in wolf form. He cocked his head to the side as a sob escaped my lips. I shook my head as I Shifted back. I crawled over to him, laying my head back on my paws, I fell asleep.