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Lone Wolves Together -- #ThePack OT6: Part 3

Rob woke up to a freezing cold body. His head was still resting on Preston's fur, but something... or someone, was missing. Rob leapt to his feet, his eyes darting around the clearing. Jerome was nowhere.

Inhaling a deep breath through his nose, Rob caught a waft of Jerome's scent. The smell was one of Cocoa and jungle trees. It was surprising to Rob how easily he could sense Jerome's fragrance. They had only met the day before, but their bond was immediate. Rob was amazed at how the cocoa wolf was so kind, yet had been through so much.

As an omega in such a powerful pack, Jerome had been ridiculed all his life, more so than ever when Preston's father found out that his son was in love with the Omega. In all honesty, Jerome had only first found out about the Prince's affection for him when the King had threatened to kick him out for it. Rob felt kinda bad that he was so much weaker, after having a decent pup-hood as the son of a high-up beta.

Rob was so stuck in his reverie that he didn't hear the noise of another wolf approaching until it was too late. The first he saw of the intruder was a flash of red as he was pounced on. Rob's shiny eyes widened as he twisted toward Preston's sleeping spot, but a paw landed on his jaw, successfully muzzling him and pinning his head to the grass.

'This is probably crushing my flower crown, dadgummit,' The blue wolf thought to himself. out of his one exposed eye, free of grass, he saw a distressing sight. A tiny, pup-like red and blue wolf, with cuts covering his sides and face, was circling Rob's mate, in a battle stance. As small was he was, he was clearly a skilled warrior, proven by his stance and metal-tipped claws and fangs. Rob tried to cry out to the Lava Prince, but his mouth was gagged by the visible red and black paw that covered his face. He twisted and turned, attempting to free himself from the grasp of his captor, or to even make a sound that could be heard by Preston, waking him up.

"Vik, do you sense a threat from these two?" Rob heard from the wolf standing over him. The Pup-sized wolf, who he could only assume was Vik, responded in a voice that spoke deeper then his stature.

"The blue looks beta-ish, so don't take any chances, he could be a strong fighter. The Fiery one however..." he growled. "Is an alpha."

As he said the last word, his lip turned up in disgust. His foreleg rose over Preston's throat, and his silver tipped claws extended, shining in the sun. Rob's eyes widened and he struggled as hard as he could, finally managing to let out a whimpered bark.

The lava wolf shot up at the sound, turning his ears, sensing the threat, and apprehending it all in a split second. Before Rob could blink, the weight was lifted from his back. He scrambled to his feet to see Preston tackling a red and black checker-splotched wolf, and tussling with him over the grass. Rob cringed at the blow Preston sent to the other wolf's muzzle, causing him to collapse to the ground. The flower king was amazed at Preston's skill, but more than that, his gentleness. The Prince hadn't unsheathed his claws a single time. In other words, though the attacker had threatened his life, Preston had refused to actually harm him, instead knocking him out with a stunning blow.

Rob's mate turned to him, running over to check him for injuries, and licking his fur to calm his shaking tremors of fear, whispering relieved statements into his ears, and along his neck.

Suddenly a growl sounded behind them, and Rob could see a tiny ball of red and blue with gleaming fangs flying toward Preston. He barked a warning, but before the attacker could sink his teeth into Preston, a golden blur crossed his vision, taking Vik with it. Preston pranced to the side, standing shoulder to shoulder with Rob, and drank in the sight. A gold wolf had brought the tiny red-and-blue one to the ground and was standing over him, growling.

"Lachlan!" Rob heard the cry from the edge of the clearing, and immediately recognized the voice.

"Jerome! You're back!" he yelled, rushing to his second mate and licking the dirt off of his face.

"Hey Rob! Sorry for running off like that." He ducked his head awkwardly.

"Who is Lachlan?" Preston said, approaching the two. He was nearly a head taller than either of them, which may have been because his heritage as an alpha had taught him to have good posture, where as the ranks of the other two encouraged slouching and submission.

"Lachlan's the wolf from the sun." Jerome said, his eyes showing pure admiration and maybe a bit of fondness, too much for Preston. He turned to look at the new arrival, and immediately got what Jerome had meant.

"Wow" was all he could say. Lachlan was still standing over Vik, and his fur was gleaming in the sunlight, only marred by his numerous cuts and scars. He really was a wolf from the sun.

Jerome walked toward Lachlan, leaving Rob with Preston, who immediately took Jerome's place next to the blue flowery wolf. Rob instantly lost himself in Preston's fur, His face in Preston's heavily muscled side.

"Lachlan what are you doing?" Jerome shouted, breaking into a run. He could see that some of the gold wolf's injuries had reopened from the exertion. Lachlan turned to him meekly.

"I'm sorry!" he mewled, collapsing into a bowed position. Jerome ran up to him, and Lachlan visibly braced himself for a blow, but it never came. Jerome nudged Lachlan's head up, forcing the gold to look at him.

"I'm not going to hit you." He said firmly. Lachlan's shiny blue eyes widened at the statement, and he sighed.

"I'm sorry. I know. Force of habit I guess." He glanced at Preston and Rob, who were approaching cautiously. He was alarmed at their obvious authority. Preston was clearly an alpha. There was no doubt about it. He tried to back up, but Jerome was there, preventing him from escaping. Lachlan's heart started beating faster. In a flash of terror, he leaned his head down so his nose was directly toward the grass, and bent all of his legs, in order to be shorter then the alpha. Preston walked toward him. Lachlan could only see his feet approaching, but still he didn't look up. Back in his old pack, looking up would always lead to him being mercilessly scratched and bit at, and he would have no choice but to stand there and take it. As the fiery wolf got closer, Lachlan still stood trembling, until he was surprised by a lava-like muzzle sliding under his chin, lifting his head up.

"No need to be afraid." Preston said soothingly. "We're not going to hurt you."