Alone H.S.

Chapter 27: Not The Best Time To Play

Lily -

I've felt Harry's sadness all day. It's impossible to describe how mates can feel each other's emotions, you just do.

I'm guessing it's because Dylan is now a year older. He's growing up.

"Lily, let's go in the woods!" Dylan says as he runs up to me and grabs my hand.

"Okay. But where's your dad?" I ask, looking around for anyone else around. The sun is just starting to set and me and Dylan are standing on the back porch.

"He's sleeping. Nap time. Now, let's go!" He grips into my hand a little tighter and he leads me into the thick woods off behind the packhouse.

I do feel a little nervous going into the woods without Harry. This is still new territory for me. But I'm the Luna of this land, of this pack. I need to get over such a little thing to be nervous about.

"Here!" Dylan let's go of my hand after we've been walking for a few minutes, and we've come to where a large tree had fallen over. Dylan begins to climb all over the now starting to rot tree, using it like a personal playground. It's so cute watching the little boy play around on it.

It's hard to think of him being part mine, though. I don't know if I could ever be able to say that I'm his mother. I feel a little bit like an imposter.

"Come on!" He waves me over and I decide to climb on the tree with him. It's fun and Dylan really seems to get a kick out of me goofing around with him.

But all too soon the sun sets so low that there's now a faint warm glow around the trees. It's nearly dark.

"We probably need to head home, Dylan. Your dad is going to start to worry about us. And you've got a birthday supper to eat." He stops climbing around and thinks. Including the "deep thought" look that I've seen Harry have too many times.

"I think-"

Before he even has the chance to finish his sentence, a large grey wolf leaps over the tree, knocking Dylan into my arms.

I grab ahold of him, as the wolf slinks around is so he's between us and the way to the house.

And I'm standing here holding a crying Dylan.

The wold growls lowly and snarls, slowly creeping closer and closer, growling louder and louder as he approaches us.

I look down at Dylan in my arms and shift into my wolf, keeping Dylan under me, so I'm protecting him.

And as if he knew what to do, he crawls into my back, wrapping his little legs around me tightly, burying his face in my fur and gripping onto handfuls of fur.

The grey wolf leaps, just missing us by an inch or so and I make a break for the house, in too much of a panic to howl or anything. I look back to see the grey wolf quickly catching up to us, and I suddenly feel like I've seen this wolf before. My eyes lock with the dark grey ones of the wolf and my memory stirs.

Tyler. A member of my old pack.

My heart rate increases and I fight to be faster, but Tyler is too strong and too quick. And he's on my heels, snarling and snapping.

And then I trip.

I snap my eyes to Tyler who jumps into the air, preparing to land on me and Dylan, to kill us both. But he's suddenly knocked into the ground, a large brown wolf standing in front of him.

Harry.

The two stand off to each other, growling loudly and threateningly.

"Get out of here. Now!" I hear in my head and I rush to get myself and Dylan back to the house. Not bothering to look back when I hear Tyler's last pain filled howls.

Upon arriving at the house, I shift back to human form and check Dylan for any injuries. Once I've finished and he happily doesn't have any, I decide that it would be best to give him a bath. He's dirty from playing and the run home.

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I wait on the back porch for Harry. Dylan fell asleep after his bath and I put him to bed, deciding that we should probably save the little boys birthday supper for tomorrow when he's awake for it.

Finally, from the dark shadows, a figure emerges. I sense Harry and smile, happy that he's home. But my smile fades when the strong metallic smell of blood fills the air.

I walk off the porch towards Harry, unable to see well in the darkness in human form. He's also in human form, that much I can tell.

"You okay?" I ask, the strong smell of blood bothering me.

"Dylan can't see me can he?" He instead asks, looking at the windows in the house.

"What? No, why? It's only- Harry!" I slap my hand over my mouth when Harry turns on the flashlight he was holding in his hands. He's covered in blood. Absolutely dripping with the bright red, horrid smelling liquid.

"It's not mine." Is all he says, while attempting to wipe some off from his arm, only for it to drop and sling into the backyard.

"What did you do?!" I whisper/yell.

"I shifted back after killing the wolf that was after you two. I turned around and there was another. So, I grabbed my knife and killed him as well." He says with a shrug of his shoulders.

"And it did all this?" I quietly ask, gesturing to all the blood on him and his clothes.

"I might have had to stab him more than once okay?" There's something he wasn't telling me...and he knew that.

"I took the opportunity to take all my frustrations out on it, okay?" He whispers angrily.

"Okay. I'm just...you look kind of scary right now." I admit.

"Thanks." He sarcastically says back.

"What the...?" He looks around, as if he's searching for something.

"What is it?" I ask, feeling a bit of fear. What if there's another wolf out there?

But when he looks at me and smirks I know it's nothing dangerous.

"What?" I repeat my question from earlier.

"Someone's nearing their heat."