~ The Legend ~ Bear Claw

chapter 52

~ Chapter 52 ~

"Your a..a" I couldn't form the words and my mouth dried, I clamp my mouth shut and simply look at him.

"Is this why he kept you locked up?" I ask softly after minutes of silent. He nods his huge white head, his teeth elongated and on show even though he's calm.

"He was a wolf while your mother was..while she was a white lion? That's why he killed her..isn't it?" I ask softly and wipe the remainder of my tears even though my pain doesn't stop this new distraction comforts me.

He looks exactly like a white lion, except for the elongated teeth either side of his mouth, the muscle packed on his huge body, and the fact that he has shimmering green eyes that are currently looking directly into my soul. He's not the size of a while lion though, he's significantly bigger. By a lot.

In human form he's extremely tall, either that or I'm smaller than I think but then again all my men are taller than me while Jayson is the same height as me.

In this form he's stands at 3-4 ft and is completely packed with muscle which is hidden under his long creamy white fur. Its clear that he doesn't shift much do to the completely knotted fur on his huge body. While he's big you'd think he'd be clumsy but despite his thick muscle he's lean and agile, his body built for pure strength and speed.

I've never seen anything like this is my life, or ever heard of this happening. Those who have tried never succeeded but it is possible.

He lowers his head and body, laying down in front of me with his head up and watching me curiously.

"You need a good bath, and you need brushing" I point out to him but shuffle closer on my knees. I didn't want to think about what I had done last time we got too close, it was far too embarrassing.

He let's out a groan\growl and opens his mouth as he does so before clamping it shut and shaking his head.

"Of shut up complaining" I mutter and sit Indian style in front of him as I reach forwards and towards his mane, it was soft but also wirey, dirty, extremely knotted, and extremely thick.

Sectioning off a bit he growls quietly at me which I ignore and my men let out wolf like laughs.

"I don't tolerate dirty animals. If you want to look like a mongrel then you'll have to find another pack" I tell him and he grunts like a child but continues watching me silently this time.

Taking the section I parted I slide a dagger from inside my jeans and bring it to his mane. He pulls away shaking his head rapidly and I scowl.

"I'm not cutting it you idiot. Men and their pride" I mutter the last part and he nips my hand as I pass his mouth. Glaring at him I see the smugness in his eyes and I grab his mane again, roughly yanking the knots making his smugness drop as he tries pulling away only making it hurt more.

Pointing the dagger in his face I glare at him darkly.

"Don't come to me when you have maggots eating into your flesh" I tell him and slide the dagger away, turning my back to him I shuffle away from him and shut my eyes. The grass beneath me tickling my skin slightly but I've slept like this many times as a teenager.

I allow the awaiting darkness to take me into a peaceful slumber.

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I wince as my mom injects me with something, a few seconds later she takes the cold metal from inside my arm and the pain fades slowly.