Across the River

Chapter 5

This is what Misoa's "brother" looks like in his wolf form.

I'm going to share a fun fact about this picture, this is actually a husky not a wolf! At the time this picture was taken the husky was only 10 months old and the puppy's name is Quoi. I think he looks just gorgeous <3 

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Trying out Orsin's POV for this chapter.

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Orsin's POV:

"Orsin get up"

"Orsin, get up"

"Orsin"

"Orsin get up!!"

I jumped up at the feeling of something smacking me in the face. Kannan was standing next to my bed looking very annoyed. 

"Did you just slap me?" I asked while rubbing my now aching cheek and looking at the clock in my bedroom, it was only close to noon.

"Obviously you fucking idiot, I called your name multiple times." He said and then blocked the pillow I attempted to throw at his face.  

"What do you want, man why'd you have to bother me on my break day. A bearman needs his sleep after working hard you know?" I said as I snuggled back under the covers in my comfy bed.

"Harlan wants to meet with you, like now. It seems really important."

I sat up again and looked at him, he just shrugged and walked out of my bedroom. Important? I wonder if it involves the werewolves...or Misoa. I got up quickly at the thought of her and rushed to the bathroom to get ready for the meeting with Harlan. My beard was becoming more filled in which appeased me greatly, hopefully Misoa would like it too when she finally came over here. I finished getting ready and booked it out the front door with a goodbye to my mother and father. 

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When I got to Harlan's he was already outside with a couple of guards standing close by him, they all looked very much on edge and alert but he gave a crooked smile when I approached him.

"Orsin, before we go into the house there's something you should know."

I could feel my heart start to beat harder in nervousness and I swallowed dryly and nodded at him to continue.

"We found you mate, on our side of the river a few hours ago. She's battered and bruised, quite frankly I'm surprised she survived the swim over here. She came scentless and with a note-"

"Where is she," I growled out angrily. I knew the werewolves had done this, and I didn't care about anything else except for going to my mate and being with her. I'll kill whoever did this, murder them in a torturously slow death. 

Harlan looked like he wanted to say something else, but just nodded and took my inside. We headed towards the back of the house where the clan's nursery was located. Harlan liked having the young ones in the pack close, I'm guessing because of the lose of his own cub. 

When we entered the nursery room Misoa was sitting on the floor with her back towards us, but she was sitting with one of the cubs that couldn't have been more than six months old. Werebears couldn't shift until they had reached at least a year of age. The cub was playing with her hair and laughing joyfully.