Dirty Paws

Sam's Pov- Chapter One

[ Picture is of Chavella.]

"Alpha Sam?" Someone called from the woods.

I turned from the cliff edge, and looked over my shoulder. "Yeah?" I called out, and a shadow came out of the woods.

A tall figure of over six feet, and long floppy straight hair came into the moon light. Black hair, and deep green eyes and a tan lean muscular figure showed through. A large scar ran over his eye brow, and stopped right before his eye.

"I don't believe I had caught a name. What's your name?" I asked, arching an eye brow up at him. I stood up at a towering five foot ten for a women.

"Will, my name is William. I am in need of your help." He said looking down. His body was tightening and relaxing as he breathed.

"What are you?" I asked him.

"That's what I need your help with... I'm not aure." He whispered.

"Alright. We need to go back to the Pack House." I inhaled, and caught a coppery scent coming from the boy. "You're bleeding." I said, take a step towards him. I noticed some more scars and cuts over the boys body which was covered by grime and dirt.

"Follow." I said, and started walking. His soft foot steps announcing his constant beating of footsteps behind, following me.

***

Stepping out of the woods, I caught sight of Mitch, my male second in command. He wasn't one to accept strangers very openly, and I could smell his unease.

"Mitch, down." I barked, and passed him. I felt him back off, and probably go off to tell someone.

"What was his problem?" William asked, stepping to my side.

"Mitch doesn't take kindly to newbies." I said, shrugging it off.

"Oh, well..." Blake started to talk when we reached my house. Chavella, who was once lost like I was, was sitting comfortably on my living room couch. A tall glass of lemonade ice tea was in her hand.

Probably taking comfort in the presence of my pack, my scent and out home together. Chavella looked up, and her big vibrant green eyes caught sight of me and the new boy. She brush away her long brown hair, and shook up. Only slightly taller than me, a inch and a half to be exact, she and I were sisters.

"What brings you here early?" She asked, ignoring the new boy.

Shrugging I turned towards William, "Go through the doors, and call down the stairs for new clothes. They'll know what to do."

I walked into my kitchen, grabbed a coke and walked back into the living room. Chavella was starring at the doors William went through, watching it.

"S-Sam," she whispered, I looked at her. "D-Do you know who that is?"

I shrugged. "He found me, and asked for help. I'm a softy for newbies, so here I am, helping." Popping the can open, I took a sip.

"He.. You... Do you feel anything when you look at him?" Chavella asked. I looked up at her, and shook my head no. "Do you... do you feel different with him now? More... powerful?"

"Chev, you feelin' alright? You sick?" I asked, concerned. Walking over to her, I felt her forehead. Chev snapped away from me, and looked me dead in the eyes.

"I'm fine, it's you I'm wondering about. Do you feel different, Sam? Have you two touched? I feel like he's going to be.." And I just zoned out, floating away in a daze of appropriate responses to Chevvy's rambles.

"Are you even listening to me?" Chavella screeched, annoyance seeping through her words.

"Yes, I am fine. I'm as good as I'll ever be, and that's how it is. It's how it will ever be. Okay?" My eyes snapped up to Chavella's only to have her eyes snap to the door.

William came strutting in. A tight white v-neck with a black leather jacket, and black Nikes. I felt something spark inside, and I couldn't help but be take aback by a sudden urge. I wanted to go to him, submit to his mercy and mate with him...

I'm crazy. I'm going insane.

I stopped, frozen in place. Everything went in slow motion. My hand let go of my coke, and it spilled all over the ground. I turned around, away from them, and rushed out the door.