Wolf Ring Alpha (Wolves of Canada)(Hiatus)

The Cabin Of The Gay Changers

Yup, so I finally figured out what's wrong. You can't change the visibility of your chapters (private or public) once the chapter's been published for the first time.

And for those of you who are confused (I'm so sorry, orangepeel93!) I'll give you a summary up until now.

Gabela escapes the Ring with Tyrone, a wolf shifter who fell in love with her and became her Beta. She then meets her mate, Blitz, and finally makes it clear to Tyrone that she will never mate him. Gabela realizes her own feelings for Blitz, and knows that she doesn't deserve him, so she runs away from her Pack. She meets Jude, a human boy who adopts her, thinking she was a dog, and kills his abusive stepfather. Feeling responsible, she decides to bring him back to her Pack, which she left in the care of Raige, a twelve-year-old American wolf shifter, and once-upon-a-time heir to a strong Pack.

Ok? Ok.

Things all cleared up now?

Good. Now, try to read slowly, because my stories are pretty fast-paced, even for me. ^_^ And feel free to comment any criticisms or questions.

~Rawiya

As it turned out, keeping a human boy fed in the wild was more difficult than I had previously thought. By noon, his stomach was snarling violently, and I was obliged to catch some rabbits, then watch him clumsily skin them and roast them.

I didn't mind roasted meat-when I was human. As a wolf, the burnt smell disgusted me. So I decided to hunt for myself while I thought of a way to get Jude to the Pack before I went crazy on the full moon, when my wolf took over completely and its natural bloodlust was satiated.

If Jude wasn't in a silver-lined room, I would kill him. If we didn't reach the Pack in time...I would kill him like I killed the monster-man, only it was very likely that his death would be slower. The Full Moon wolf enjoyed pain. Relished it, even.

And I had just ripped Jude from his home, and likely killed his guardian. Idly, as I thought of how to seperate that limping elk from its herd without making enough of a noise to alert any nearby mountain lions to my presence, I wondered where Jude's mother was. Females were supposed to protect their pups, not leave them alone.

Even human mothers usually stayed with their pups. They didn't just leave their pup with an abusive male.

Espescially not at this age. I bounded forwards, and the herd's heads shot up, and, nostrils flaring, they bolted. I pressed them, with every lunge, cutting the limper off more and more. The elk's eyes rolled in its sockets, showing the whites. I nipped the buck's hind leg-the one he was limping on, and the fangs just nicked the skin. A droplet welled up, and began a steady stream down the buck's hind leg.

The thrill of the chase ran through me. This was what being a wolf was about. The chase and the kill. Life and death. The buck stumbled, and in an instant, I was at his throat like I had been at the monster-man's. No longer rolling, his brown eyes were so wide that the whites showed at the edges. The buck raised its head, curving its neck

A look of understanding crossed his eyes, and his head flopped back in acceptance. Without further ado, I sank my fangs into the soft flesh of the elk's neck and ripped his voicebox out. I then seized his hind leg and began dragging my meal back to camp.

It was a long haul, and I had to stop several times to chase off the foxes stalking me.

When I arrived, Jude grinned. "Well, would'ja look at that. I can just cook some of that up and it'll last up a while." I dropped the leg, glared, and tucked into the slightly stringy meat. Jude lifted a stick off the spit, and bit into the rabbit meat.