Found (James and Grayson)

Found

James age 12
Grayson aged 13

It was a cold winter evening and the twins had just finished eating dinner with the rest of the pack. They had decided to transition into their wolf form to go explore the forest behind their house, or rather mansion. It was their favourite past time as it seemed there was always a bit of forest that they had not discovered. Their best friends Max and Amanda had also decided to join along, they were all the best of friends within the pack.

They spent hours chasing each other around and playing hide and seek, right into the darkness. Luckily their wolf eyes allowed them to see significantly better so finding their way around the forest wasn't too hard.

It was then that Grayson stopped in his tracks. He had picked up on a harsh metallic scent that sent a shiver of fear through his body. He knew it was the smell of blood and he hoped it was just a deer or something that had gotten attacked. However, once he had also focused his ears, he heard a small cry, one of a fellow wolf. He knew this forest was particularly popular amongst feral packs and his family had always warned him about the traps they would set to catch other wolves and kill them. Nether the less, he couldn't ignore the cry of another wolf, his heart was too big.

He howled to let his pack friends know that he needed help and they had to meet him. It only took a couple of seconds before they all came out of hiding, tilting their small wolf heads in confusion. He barked to let them know that he smelt blood and saw their bodies all tense up, they had never encountered anything scary like this.

They moved slowly forward, trying to be as quiet as possible amongst the crunchy leaves of the forest. That's when in a small clearing was a pool of blood and a female wolf that had been severely attacked. Her grey coat was matted with blood and the smell got stronger as they got closer. She had bite marks all over her body and the sight was a lot to take in for the four young innocent wolves.

That's when they heard the whimper again, it seemed to be very close but they could not see who was making it. Grayson decided to be brave and get closer to the dead wolf, that's when he noticed the small ball of white fluff just behind the female wolf's body. He barked once again to let the little wolf know that he didn't mean any harm and he just wanted to help. That caused the white wolf to lift his head up slowly and reveal his soft brown eyes, looking straight into Grayson's. He could tell the younger wolf was unbelievably scared as his whole body was shivering.

Suddenly, the pack heard a loud growl behind them, they turned around to see one of the feral wolves, the one who most likely killed this boy's mum, covered in blood. His fur was raised and his teeth on full show and the pack of four had never been more terrified. In a split second decision, Grayson grabbed the smaller wolf by the tuft of his neck and began running as fast as he could back to the house with his friends following close behind him.

The pup was getting heavy to carry but Grayson was not going to give up because he was determined to not let another poor wolf die. Once they got onto the back yard of the house, the others started howling for help and all the adult wolves in the pack came running to help, transforming into their wolf form to scare off the single feral wolf that was following the kids.

Grayson dropped the little wolf and began panting hard, he had never run with so much determination in his life and his heart felt like it was going to break his rib cage from how fast it was beating.

The white wolf was so small he fit under the gap between the ground and Grayson's chest. Grayson thought he must be at least half his age, which he let everyone know was a very proud and grown up 13 years old. The two wolves were the very image of yin and yang, the smaller one pure white and the larger one with a coat darker than the night.