I awoke on a frosty morning, snuggled up next to Sigrid and Astrid, my mother. I carefully stepped over them and navigated my way out of the dark den.
Frozen air greets my fur, making me shudder.
"You're up." The Alpha trots towards me. "Couldn't sleep." I mutter.
Alpha Tyr nods. "Your sister and mother?"
"Still asleep alpha." I say before trotting away from him. "Bjorn!"
I stop in my tracks and face him slowly. "Do you have a moment to speak? Or do you have other arrangements?" The old wolf raises an eyebrow, knowing full well I don't. "We may talk, Alpha." I drag my paws as I follow him.
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Alpha Tyr leads me to a small hidden cliff, overlooking the dam. Kyssarokk, the place where mates mate.
"You're almost 24." Tyr breaks the silence. "Most are mated at twenty." "I don't want any of the unmated." I interrupt.
"Where else will you find a mate, Bjorn! You must have a mate before-" "No!" I howl before galloping away.
I don't want a dammed mate.
I have never wanted one.
Everyone else wants me to get mated.
Icy winds cuts past my flanks as I gallop.
I don't look where I run. That was my mistake. If I did look maybe I wouldn't have run into their trap.
The next thing I knew I was in hole. I thought nothing of it until I tried to jump out. I can't jump high enough. What's that smell? I don't know that salty smell. Heartbeats. Uh... eight? No thirteen.
Humans.
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Echoes of War
FantastikAfter a massacre Bjorn's pack has 15 standing members, his luck worsens when he becomes a pet. Then someone unexpected saves him, worsening his luck.
