Purr my pup

Chapter 8

It's been about 8 hours since I left Noah from the pack house. I was still mad that his dad killed most of my pack. I didn't even know where I was, all I knew I was away from the pack and in a cave. Should I even go back? I don't even think I can live with someone who killed my pack. But I wonder if Noah's even missing me? No...he's probably with another girl.

It pained me to think he would do that. He most likely wouldn't cheat on me. I held onto my knees, looking out at the entrance of the cave. It was getting dark, and Noah already contacted me but I didn't answer back. I didn't want to go back yet. I sighed, leaning on the caves wall.

"Elizabeth!  Answer me god damn it!" Noah was mad.

"I'm not going back today..." I replied.

"Why not?  You know I need you here!"

I didn't reply, instead I just sat there. Tears coming out of my eyes. He was right, he needs me and I need him. But I don't feel comfortable going back yet. I sighed, wipping the tears off my cheeks and crawled out the cave. I stood up once i got out, looking around me. It was the same area Noah found me, but it was far from the pack. My tree house should be close but they'd probably search for me there.

I began walking in the other direction of the woods, hearing a scream. Without thinking I shifted and ran to the sound, seeing a pool of blood with a family in it. I whimper at the sight, it reminded me of my past. I looked around, still in my wolf form. I saw the mother who's eyes were focused in a bush. I walked to it slowly, sniffing my nose in it. Nothing. I popped my head in the bush, a basket with a baby boy in it. I grabbed onto the basket, taking it out of the bush. He was asleep and so cute. I had to take him with me or whoever killed this family will surely come back to kill him.

I ran back to the pack house, I couldn't take him anywhere else! As I made it on the land I shifted in my humam form, carrying the basket as I walked inside. The lights were off, I looked at the clock.

10:00?! It took me that long! No wonder it's dark outside. I walked up the stairs, oh my god, how am I going to tell Noah? I'll figure something out. I opened our bedroom door, Noah awake reading a book and then saw me. He closed his book and hugged me, a baby cry in the middle. Fuck. Noah looked at me, confused.

"Uh I um, I found a baby..." "A what? Are yoy serious? Where is he?"

I put the basket down, taking the baby boy out into my arms. Noah looked at him and he smiled. I guess he likes kids? Well this was easier than I thought.

"Elizabeth, where did you find him?" I looked at him. "In the woods...his family was murdered. Please, can we keep him! Pretty please!"

He sighed, smiling and kissed me. That's a yes! The baby cried again, I'm guessing he's hungry. Noah chuckled and walked out the door. I rocked the baby in my arms, calming him down a bit. What are we going to name him? Hmm...oh I know! Derek!

Noah came back with a bottle of warm milk. I'm gunna take a wild guess and say his mom. I gladly took it and feed Derek, he drank it and I couldn't help but smile. Aww...he's so cute!

"What are we going to name our new son?" Son? Oh right, we adopted him. "Derek Heart."

He smiled and nodded his head. I sat on the couch and feed Derek until he was finished and burpted him.

"Noah, were is he going to sleep?" 

"Hm...my mom has an old crib in the storage room. Or we can let him sleep with us on the bed?"

I thought about. I told him to go get the crib instead, I'm more afraid of Noah smashing him by accident instead of someone kidnapping him, but no one's going to kidnap Derek while were in here. Noah came back with a clean crib and put it against the wall on my side. I put Derek sleeping self in it, putting his blanket on him so he'd be warm. I kissed his forhead gently and took off my clothes and bra, putting on Noah's shirt. I turned to look at him staring at me with a smile, I blushed.

"You act just like a mom already sweety." I blushed darker. "Shut up..."

He chuckled and laid under the covers as so did I. Noah pulled me closer to him, nuzzling into my neck. Well this is one heck of a day.