Wolf's Den (Slow Updates)

Chapter 6

|Clary|

My pack made it with many injuries. I hated that good-for-nothing pack more than ever now. They had caused my pack to be wounded after coming onto OUR land, this meant war.

I was still in wolf form growling at where they retreated to. They were foul beings. I felt something touch the wounded part of my tail and I yelped. I started to turn on whoever it was but saw it was my mate and stopped.

I wasn't sure where my wound would show in human form but I was sure it was somewhere only my mate should touch, something I was even more unhappy about.

I let him tend to my tail, which hurt a lot, but I knew he was being as gentle as possible. Honestly I was more angry at the wolf that bit me then I was upset at the pain of having it tended to.

I was still growling at where the other pack retreated to and I wasn't noticing that mine was slowly leaving. Soon it was just me, my mate, and those our pack had killed.

My mate shifted back and we rand to get some cloths from another one of his hiding spots in the woods.

The run was nothing, he had many hiding spots and even though they were spread out they always seemed to be rigt where we needed them. He smiled at me a he pulled out two pairs of sweats and two shirts.

"Thanks," I said as he tossed me one set of the cloths after I shifted. We needed to hide some extra cloths for me in all his hiding places tomorrow.

To say the least I was greatful that we were able to kill some of the Blood Moon Pack (A/N: This is Clary's old pack, Jason and Clary's pack is the Silver Moon Pack. I don't think I gave them names before)> My pack came through with a few injuries but, thankfully, no deaths.

|Jason|

We sat silent for a few minuets and I wrapped her in an embrace. I layed my chin on top of her head and sighed, content. There was no telling how long we sat like that before Clary broke the silence.

"I can't believe they came looking for me. I mean to them I was just some stupid omega, why do they suddenly care?" She asked confused. Clary hated her old pack, they were cruel and turned on her just because of some stupid boy trouble. Now they were back and they wanted to take her from her mate, me.

I could tell she was in utter shock, to the point that she couldn't feel enough anger to want revenge and not enough sadness to cry. Time was not kind to Clary and she started to break down saddness breaking though the shock.

As tears came to her eyes she buried her face in my chest. I held her closer, letting her cry herself out. She was a wreck, and I couldn't blame her for it.

The entire time she was crying my heart was breaking. I wanted to killmy mate's old pack. They had hurt her more than once, and in more than one way, I wanted to make them feel the same way.

Finally she looked up at me with red rimmed eyes that were mostly dry. "What are you thinking about? She asked, speaking for the first time in hours.

"How much I want to kill your old pack," I answered truthfully, I was unable to lie to my mate. I looked into her eyes, curious if she thought my bloodlust was a good or bad thing.