Run, Run, Run!

Running From The Shadows Hands

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Heavy pants, growls and barking surrounded Brian as he was running once again. He breathed through his nose, running despite the pain alight in his body. He just wanted to catch a break. 

Real wolves were now chasing Brian. Not half wolves like Brian and his pack were. Real, animal ones. They were not happy with the human scent the slightly bigger wolf had, and had immediately launched an attack. They had attacked his eye, which previously already had an injury. He was sure it was never going to heal now. 

The world was going by him in a quick blur, and he had certainly stepped in another animal's shit from the awful smell now wafting in his nose. This didn’t make him stop. He ran with determination. Sadly, the new injury on his eye made it hard to see. He was slower, and collided with many trees, and alike. 

Several times the wolves had caught up to Brian, giving him scratches and bites. Each time, he got away. After running for who knows how long, the wolves faltered. They had gone too far from their territory. Brian silently cheered. He didn’t stop running. 

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Brian was so tired of running. He was exhausted. His paws were saw, and his head heavy. He could barely keep his body up. He kept walking, hauling his body through trees. A strong smell hit his burning nose. It smelt like food.

Whining, Brian walked closer to the smell. It was night, and dark. As he got closer to the smell, there were lights, helping him find his way. He found his way through a group of bushes and ended up in a parking lot.

He froze, his one working eye looking around. He couldn’t smell any humans close, but he could still smell some, and hear them. His sore paws dragged his wolf form forward, despite his brains arguing. He ended up outside a window and whined again. 

A door opened. Brian’s head snapped, seeing two humans walk out. They noticed him right away. A quick sniff told Brian, these aren’t humans. He went to bark, having nothing come out. His body collapsed.

“Shit!” One of the men shouted. “Anthony, the fuck do we do?”

“Take him back with us?” The other man sounded anxious. “It’s an omega, male. We should call Evan.”

“You are an Alpha too, Anthony! You can make decisions.”

“I know Marcel but… it’s bringing another back to the pack. This is different.”

Marcel sighed. He dug into his pocket, pulling out a phone. He tapped away at the screen then brought it up to his ear. He walked closer to Brain, kneeling down next to him. Brian whimpered, trying to hide his face. “Evan, hey. We have a situation,” Marcel put a hand out to touch Brian’s paw, but the wolf brought it back to his chest. “We have an injured wolf, we can tell from his scent he’s like us. He’s covered in blood and mud, very obvious injuries…. Yeah, Anthony is with me… He said call you.. Okay, okay… Be there soon,” Marcel pocketed his phone and stood up. “He’s coming with us.”

Anthony nodded and walked over to Marcel and Brian. He bent down, digging his arms under Brian’s body. Brain whined and yapped. Anthony picked him up and began walking. They got to a car, and the wolf was placed in the back seat. With the other two in the front, the car started moving.

Brian had his good eye closed, just feeling the gentle vibrations of the car through his body. He felt some of his bloody, muddy fur stick to the car seat. He huffed loudly. 

The car came to a halt, and soon there were arms carrying Brian again. He made no noise of protest, just lay limp. He smelt many more people. Not humans, not wolves. People, like him. He was scared, and felt his body starting to shake. He felt like he could hear and smell everything with his anxiety.

A new voice filled his ears. “When you said injured I was expecting a few scrapes,” The voice murmured as it got closer. “Bring him in, put him in the spare room.”

“What about transforming back?” Marcel asked, right beside Brian’s head. “We need to patch up his injuries.”

“With the amount he has, it’s best to just wait for the wolf to do half of it,” Anthony was the one carrying him. “We can get Brock to do some stuff tonight, then when he changes in the morning, Brock can do more.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” The unnamed voice spoke again. “Most people are asleep, but I woke up Brock.”

“Good thinking Evan.”

It was quiet. Brian heard the beating of their hearts ringing in his ears, and their scents filled his nose. He was soon placed down on something soft. He hummed. He was warm and on something comfortable, despite not being too comfortable himself.

A new voice and scent filled the room, but Brian was too far gone to notice. Soon, the warm hands of sleep took him.