Dirty Paws

Will's Pov- Chapter Eleven.

She couldn't be serious.

Sam would get killed by Markus! She's going to die! My Wolf screamed, clearly distressed by our mate's decision. Markus was strong, and fierce and he never played fair. He probably was planning on having some wolf jump her, and he'd kill her while she was distracted.

"If any wolf of yours is to jump in, he will die. I can promise you that, Markus. So, your plan of jumping me will not work. No matter how many of your wolves you send to try and distract me so you can kill me." Sam said, and she just sounded different. Not like... Sam.

She can't be serious... I breathed inside my head. Oi, but she is. I heard Chelly say inside my head. Shocked on the inside, I forgot I had left myself open to the pack's mind link. Shutting it off to just only me and Chelly, I spoke through the link to her.

What do you mean? What is Sam doing? I asked Chavella.

Sam is an ancient, and very rare breed of wulf. A very old species, which can look just like you and me. She isn't a force to fuck with. Chavella said, and moved to my side. She'll be alright. Kick Markus's ass good, I can tell you that already.

Watching Sam walk backwards, and following everyone else forming a wide circle around them. Leaving a good ten feet on each side of my old pack and new pack, Sam and Markus went into the middle. Shifting at the same time, I saw Sam's wolf in new eyes.

Watching her shift, my heart began to break. Markus wasn't shifting yet. She could easily lose her life because of Markus. But within one blink of an eye Sam was human and then when you opened your eyes again, she was a wolf. And a very beautiful wolf she was.

Pure white with the red diamond on her chest. But her back legs had the same tribal looking tattoos that I had. Black swirls that came off as the wolf's fur and the end of the swirls that ended just above her ankle, was the wolves head. Howling up towards an invisible full moon just up her thigh.

It was exactly alike to mine.

Markus finally shifted, and it took a bit longer. His bones cracked and popped as he fell to his knees. His wolf came barreling out, baring his teeth at Sam. She only stood standing still, patiently waiting for him to finish shifting. She was playing fair, something that will only hurt her with Markus. King of Unfairland.

He steadied himself, clearly expecting Sam to lunge at him at his weakest point. His weakest time is when he is fully as a wolf and recovering from everything. It was a common weakness with every wolf, except I guess Sam.

She gave him a nod, catching his attention. Markus only answered with a blood curtailing growl. Aiming low with his body, he was doing his most famous move. Which was to lunge for the throat, and instead of contacting with the throat, kick their feet out from under them. Then attacking them from the top, giving him the upper hand. A common trick he always used for the fellow enemies, especially since no one but the pack knew of his secret famous move. The receiver obviously never lived to tell the tale. Yet.

He lunged. Only Sam knew of his approach and dodged him to the right. Snapping her jaws at him, he let out a surprised yelp. Sam kept herself leveled, and didn't try to go on the offense. Keeping to defense, taking a bite or a nip here and there. Only to block all other fatal attempts. She even gave away a few bites and nips to show she was still fighting him. Then it all clicked.

SHE'S TRYING TO TIRE HIM OUT! My Wolf piped up, feeling him swell up with some pride. Excitement that she was our mate.

Markus lunged, and Sam went to the right. Turned her head and snapped her jaws around Markus' neck. A deadly snapping sound came, and Markus went limp in her mouth. She dropped him, and sniffed his body.

Watching with keen eyes, I saw a small spark come from Sam's nose as it touched Markus' neck. Instantly, I saw the wounds of Sam's jaws begin to heal. But only enough to see Markus jolt to life again.

Markus threw himself forward, clearly bewildered. Sam healed him... Brought him back from the dead.

Sam shifted, and was fully clothed. Except she wore an old gown, something from the early 1800's. Very white, and very pretty on her. Her hair flew around her face with an imaginable wind force that only went to her, and she was covered with golden bands. Jewelry around her wrists, arms, neck and around even the exposed thigh from her dress had golden bands of some kind.

"You've lost our match. I have won, and you will no longer trespass on my land again." Sam said, but her voice was thick with an accent I couldn't place. Somewhere from a time that doesn't exist anymore.

And then I realized she was floating, a good foot and a half above the ground. And you could faintly see through her, kind of like a foggy effect to the things behind her.

"But... How..." Markus gapped at her. Eyes like saucers, and glossy with wonder and fear.

"You messed with the wrong wolves, Markus Alexander Morest. I am a being to never cross, never mistaken as some one who is weak, and one who chooses to show either mercy or not. William John is to stay within my pack, and if there is a wolf of your pack that is abused again I will eliminate you and anyone of your pack that encourages that behavior." Sam ordered. "You're whole pack has heard my message to you, Markus Morest. And if any wolf would like to join my pack, they are welcome. But know I will find if you are true to joining my pack, or not. I am not easily fooled, and I don't take kindly to being betrayed." Sam turned to me, and held her hand out for me.

A pull came from the middle of my chest, and I walked forward. Everyone's eyes were on me and Sam, but I had all eyes on hers. Watching as they moved like waves of white and silver and even a specks of gold that I hadn't ever seen before.

Saying I was mesmerized wasn't coming close to how I was really feeling at that moment.

"William John, do you accept that you are true as the wolf soul inside you that you are loyal, faithful, and will only bring this pack goodness as you can with two feet, or four?" The goddess Sam spoke, her voice was like silk. Soft, sweet and very delicate.

"I accept." I spoke. Not even skipping a beat to think. I watched as Sam smiled down at me, and cupped my face with her left hand. Warmth spread through my veins, and I smiled right back at her. She was just so hypnotizing and so breathtaking. I could feel my muscles in my face move, and tighten, loosen and form this biggest smile I had ever held towards her.

"With the blood of mine, and the soul of the moon," Sam said while looking up, and I watched as the sky turned pure black with the moon and stars shinning down above us. I could feel the moon pulling me forward, actually really more like upwards, and I felt my feet leave the ground. Sam grabbed my hand, and took her pointer finger, bringing out a long wolf claw as her nail. She carved a line into the palm of my hand, and brought it to her bloody hand. "I accept you as my pack, my mate and my SpiritRunner."

Slowly, a soft burning like feeling came through my hand. Spreading up through my veins in my arm and grew through my whole body, and I felt myself grow lighter. I felt better, more alive. Almost like I was whole again.

I was lowered to the ground, and I was back to my place besides Chavella. She gave me a shy smile, obviously shifted back to a human and her eyes looked back to Sam. Larger than saucers, and I returned my eyes to her also.

"Now, you have witnessed William's acceptance in to my pack. He is officially my kin. You have lost the challenge I gave to you, and you walk away with your life. I have showed you mercy, and I have let you walk away unharmed. When you would have been dead." Sam inhaled, and turned her whole body towards Markus's pack. "Now, leave."



There was this pushing force coming from Sam, and I watched as all the wolves scurried away. Markus was the last to leave, but his fear for Sam was written all over his face. Watching Sam with fear, and then looked at me with anger. Then leaving all of us behind him.