The Alpha's Deadly Mate {On Hold}

~X~01 - Them~X~

(Picture of Tericila Hume)

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Them

"To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don't let it." - Ernest Hemingway

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~Fang's POV~

I stilled my movements as I heard wheezing behind me.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I saw my mother wheezing and panting with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

'Mom? Are you okay?'

I linked her in worry as I started towards her.

She sat down as she tried to catch her breath before I got a link back.

'Just give me a minute to rest.'

I flicked my tail as a signal of 'Okay' and sat down beside her, still keeping my senses open to sound and movement around us.

The howls from the wolves chasing us had stopped after a while so we were a good distance away from them, but we had a bigger problem now.

We were about two miles into ShadowMoon Packs territory and if we turned back we would run into the problem we were running from in the first place.

Growling lightly under my breath at our predicament, I continued to watch my surroundings warily.

My ears flickered in front of us and that's when I caught a whiff of a different array of scents.

All reigning of different signs of pack authority.

One scent had caught my attention particularly.

It was filled of confidence and dominance, but it also smelt like smoke and Axe cologne.

It sent shivers down my spine and my wolf was urging for herself to be set free but I forced her back down.

I have to ignore that scent. It may be intoxicating, but if their here to harm me or my mother.

I don't care.

I will fight them if I have too.

Standing up, I turned towards my mother and nudged her with my muzzle, urging her to get up.

'Mom. Get up! We got to go.'

I linked her but she just sank to the ground, laying there as she panted quickly. Her tongue hanging from her mouth as a clear sign of dehydration and exhaustion.

I nudged her again but with my head as I tried to push her to her feet, but to no avail.

'Mom, I know your tired. But now is not the time to rest!'

I linked her again, still trying to push her to her feet, but once again failing.

Growling lightly, I gave up and instead prepared myself to fight.

Turning in the direction of the noise and scents, I took a fighting stance in front of my mother, in hopes of protecting her.

Not in hopes.

I will protect her.

I waited a few more moments when my eyes caught the mane of a creamy light brown colored wolf with blue eyes.

Emitting a deep growl towards him, I bared my fangs.

When he heard my growl his head shot up and his eyes met mine, widening as he noticed I that I was prepared for them to come.