I whimper as the black wolf hovering over me jumps to my protection. He lunges at the brown wolf, the two colliding in mid air with a big thunk. With snarls and growls, the two tumble around on the ground, snapping at each other's faces and throats.
I close my eyes with fear, cowering towards the ground and wishing for my Daddy... and the black wolf.
When something grabs me roughly by the scruff of my neck, I let out a long yelp of hurt. One of the grey wolves yanks me up from my safe spot on the ground, biting into me a little too hard, hard enough that he draws blood.
I hear a snap, and see the leader of this small band of rogues dead in the jaws of my black wolf. His gaze swings towards me, and his warm chocolate brown eyes turn bright molten yellow with rage. I whimper desperately at him, struggling in the jaws of the grey wolf, wanting the comfort the black wolf seems to give me.
My black wolf lunges at the grey wolf holding me up, shoving him off me violently. I drop to the ground and hear a faint snap come from my front paw. I howl in pain, realising that my paw is now broken.
Out of nowhere, four new wolves race into the clearing. They smell slightly the same, meaning they are from a pack. They smell kind of like the black wolf, so I know they are good wolves and not bad wolves.
As the good wolves take on the rogues, the black wolf rushes to my side.
He whimpers quietly, his eyes still bright yellow. My breathing starts to quicken as shock finally sets in. I want Mummy and Daddy!
The black wolf starts to lick the wound on my neck, but it only makes me whine in pain. It hurts! The black wolf nudges me and whines at me quietly, apologizing. It isn't his fault though, so he won't be in trouble.
The black wolf's head swivels towards the other wolves that are helping him fight off the rogues. A little conversation goes on with them, probably through mind-link. Daddy told me that mind-link is shared between a pack and their alpha, so they can communicate in wolf form. Then there is the private mind-link that mates share. Mummy explained everything about mates to me. I can't wait to meet my mate! But I think I am only six so I'm probably not going to meet him until later in my life, after Mummy and Daddy have come to get me from this forest.
The black wolf eventually nods. He reaches down to my tiny body and gently holds me up off the ground by the scruff of my neck. This time it doesn't hurt. He is very gently, unlike the grey wolf that injured me. He whines quietly, holding me up easily off the ground. I curl up in on myself like a puppy would do when their mother picks them up to carry them.
In one fluid motion, my black wolf bounds off into the forest with an eager desire to get away from the fight. I whimper a little. He easily carries me through the forest, running much faster than I ever could even with me in his jaws.
Around a minute later, he slows down. Bursting through a line of trees, I am faced with a huge house, much bigger than my old house. It is a two story house, meaning it has stairs. Jack is going to push me down the stairs again! I think tiredly. I hate being pushed down the stairs, it hurts.
The black wolf trots straight for the house, nudging the door open and taking me inside.
My body trembles as he carries me up the stairs swiftly, expecting a push or shove from Jack. But then I realised that Jack doesn't live here, so I relax a little bit. The black wolf turns down one of the many corridors, heading for one of the many rooms at his house.
When he reaches the room he was carrying me to, I notice the door is slightly open, probably so he can get in and out in wolf form. Speaking of which, he nudges the door open with one of his front paws and lopes in.
I whimper when my broken leg gives off a wave of pain. I know it needs to be set straight so it heals properly.
The black wolf enters the room further.
I swear my jaw drops to the floor. The room is really big! It has a huge, King sized bed right in the middle under a wide window. To the left is probably a bathroom. Mummy and Daddy had a spare bathroom in their bedroom. There is also a flat screen T.V and a chest of draws. There is a bookshelf in this huge room. On either side of the bed are two beside tables, one on each side. There are little lamps on them, too.
The black wolf rears up a little and places me on the bed, nudging my backside up. He sniffs my face, pressing his cold nose to my forehead. I stretch my broken leg out in front of me, whining in pain and squeezing my eyes shut a few times.
The black wolf nuzzles my face once with his one, and I do the same, before he darts out of the room.
A sudden feeling of loneliness washes over me without the black wolf in the room. I shuffle backwards until my back hits the headboard. I curl up in on myself, whimpering quietly. My leg hurts, more than the time that Jack pushed me down the stairs a little bit too hard.
I know it is broken, because once when I was four I broke my arm when I fell off the monkey bars at the park. It was the same kind of pain as now.
When a familiar scent washes up my nose, my ears perk up. My whimpering in pain doesn't stop; it's a natural instinct when I am hurting.
I know that scent!
When the bedroom door is opened and two males walk in, my eyes lock onto the one in the white doctor's coat.
My tail starts to wag as I stare at him. He looks a little different now, but I would know that scent anywhere!
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Being Saved By The AlphaWerewolf
I thought I was six. I wasn't. I thought my parents were coming back to find me. They weren't. I couldn't remember my name. I didn't know who I was. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know or remember anything. Until one night. I didn't do anythin...