The Safe Haven

Is it You

France's pov
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America is getting better! He has less pain and he is healing faster than expected. It helps that his mate is the alpha. He is well protected and taken care of.
Unfortunately, it's my turn to go out hunting.

I can smell a few elk about a half-mile away, but it's hard to take one down by yourself, so I continue on.

I see two coyotes in the distance, but I don't go after them. The meat doesn't taste good, no matter what you season it with. They can be a nuisance and steal prey, but they are harmless to us.
I continue to watch them to see if they were following a scent trail.
The more I watched the more I came to believe.

They aren't coyotes.

They are werewolves or shapeshifters of some kind.

I don't know what kind of wolf they are, yet, but they are on our territory. And they are heading to the camp.

I think about calling back to my pack, but that would give away my position.

I travel downwind to them, so they wouldn't pick up my scent.

They seem oblivious to my presence just a few yards behind them.
One of the wolf's scents seems familiar.

"How far away is this place," the red fox-like wolf says.

I don't hesitate to pin the wolf to the ground, snarling at him. He just seems to be annoyed by the situation.
Suddenly I am pulled off by his partner and pined by a multi-colored male.

We growled at each other before stopping after realization hit me like a storm.

I stared up into his familiar eyes.

"Britan?" I said hopefully.

His muscles went rigid before his tail started to wag. He got off me and transitioned into his country form. I soon followed suit and wrapped my arms around his neck. My mate held me close and rested his head on my shoulder.
Tears threatened to leave my eyes.
He whispered sweet nothings into my skin, in return I held him tighter.

Once we parted he held my face in his, surprisingly soft, hands.

"It's really you, my love," Britain's voice cracked.

"Yes, it is. I can't believe it. The boys are going to be overjoyed."
"The boys?" Britain questioned his eyes widened.
"Yes! Canada was able to escape with me years ago and America came here two weeks ago."
His face fell before lifting back up.
"How are they?"
"Canada is great. He is much bigger now. And America. He had a rough start. He was mauled by a cougar-"
"What??" Concern laced my mate's expression.
"He's still healing. We're hopeful for a full recovery. Thank God for Russia."

"Who's Russia?"
I jumped. I forgot about the other male. His crimson red skin gleamed in the sun and the yellow stars reminded me of America's

"He's the alpha."
"Oh really now? Can you bring us to him?"

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It hasn't been above 35° all week and I ran out of hot coco.
But.
I drank 6 cups of black coffee (because black coffee is the best) and cuddled my puppy, so I'm good