His Wolf

Thirty-Two

I didn't like this new person. Didn't like the smell that wafted off her. It smelt like him. I peeled my lips up to further expose my canines as her strang eyes took in every inch of my demenure, from my expert fighting stance to the slight tremor in my limbs.

It wasnt from exustuion. Although I was still weak due to my my constant decline in healing at a timely rate- something that no one had seemed to notice-it was more due to fear and anger as the scent flooded the air around me. That smell. It cut into my memories, taking them apart peice by peice, and showing me, with a gleeful and sickeningly smile at the things that smell always seemed to associate itself with.

That sickening grin.

I closed my eyes tightly, letting a snarl slip from my clenched teeth. I shook my head, my ears slapping the sides of my head as I tried to dislodge the words and fantom pain that quaked in my bones. I snapped at the air infront of me as I shook my head again. She tried to get closer, but Alpha, seeming to understand how close I was to shredding her throat in two, stoped her before she could.

While they muttered under their breaths, I tried to crawl out from under the scent that burrowed itself into my memories.

I didnt want to think about handler.
I didnt want to think about Trainer.
I didn't want to think about what he would do when he finally took action for all the rules I had so carelessly broken.

I didnt want to think about that pain.

I was to consumed with the desire to shed this strangers blood and the internal battle of keeping the memories of that pain at bay, that I didn't notice when Kara had showed up.

But the second that she spoke the forbidden name, my head snapped back into reality. Alpha watched me with those same sad eyes, with a small grin gracing his lips. The new one watched me, yet again, with a tilted head and sharp eyes. I felt something shove against my skull, causing a snarl to break lose from me.

"Its ok, Max, she's a friend," glancing over, I noticed that Kara was closer to them than she was to me; I tilted my head at her position, trying to figure out why she was on their side more than she was on mine. She trusted this new person. I whined in confusion and pain as I tried to understand her words and actions. Kara moved closer to me, her hand outstretched as she crouched lower to my level.

Huffing, I laid down on the prickly blades beneath me, my head on my paws as I watched, with carefull eyes, as Kara approached. She sat beside me, hand twisting in my fur. Once she was satisfied that my thirst for the strangers blood had been settled, Kara motioned for Alpha and her to come over.

I watched with sharp-eyes as she took step for step closer. Alpha lead the way, his fingers twitching as if he was longing for something.

I wanted to watch him. Wanted to take in his appearance and the way he moved so fluidly with a longing that was buried so deep that the roots where poking through. I wanted to go to him. Wanted him to scratch behind my ears again, the way he did before.

But I had to watch the possible threat was becoming closer with each passing second. I let out a warning growl as she became two leaps away from me. She kept moving. Kept coming closer.

One leap away.

I growled again, Kara gripped my scruff in a reassuring hold as she tried to calm me back down. Alpha placed himself in the space of that one leap. He held a hand out behind him.

"Wait a moment, Cota, she's still on edge," his husky voice seemed to curve around her name with a sharp command and warning. His words where barly understandable to me, but I knew a command when I heard one. He stepped closer, cautious of what I might do, and crouched down in front of me. I picked my head up and looked him in the eye, woundering where he was going with this, why he wanted this foul smeeling stranger near me. Could he not smell it?