The New Divorcée | L.S. MPreg | OmegaxAlpha

.Chapter Five.

A/N: I forgot to add this to the warnings page, but major (not so major in this story, but major in the character(s) life) death. I'm so sorry.

Two years later

Louis just didn't get it. He read the words over and over again, his eyebrows furrowed, the illuminated screen shining, blinding him. His brain didn't process the words. Or anything. It was too early for this. Damn you, Mondays.

The box vibrates in his hand, the face of his ex sprawled across the screen before he rubs a large hand down his face, taking a deep, sleep heavy breath. "Yeah?" He mumbles, closing his eyes momentarily.

"Louis, did you get my message?" Zayn rushes out, his voice fast, as if he's spitting the words out as fast as he can. Foliage rustles behind, around him, under his feet, above his head, around him, surrounding him. 

"'Course I did," Louis mutters, rubbing crust out of his eyes.

Zayn whimpers. "Louis, you need to get out of there. Right now. Please. They're coming."

He blinks a few times, hard, squeezing his eyes shut then opening and redoing, before finally reaching over to his nightstand. He flicks on the light. "What are you talking about? Zayn, what's going on? It's, like, four in the morning." 

Zayn pants on the other line, his feet moving blindly as he runs. "I'm on my way over there. The village...something happened...someone attacked - fucking Hell -" the line erupts into a fit of beeping, leaving Louis' breath caught in his throat. He jumps out of bed, tugging on whatever clothes he can find. A faint flicker grasps his attention and he looks through the large window encompassing the entire wall of his room. His eyes widen, the flames licking into the sky reflecting into his blue orbs as he watches the fire tower up into the sky, staining it a sickening gray/black color.

He jumps down the stairs, tearing through his front door before dropping onto all fours, his skin changing and growing thicker as he gallops to the woods, mind-linking everyone in the village, some for help and some to go and get to shelter. He turns his nose up in the air, sniffing to get just the tiniest bit of trail, hoping to lead him to his...friend.

When he finally finds it, the scent is muddled, not in the good way, thickened by the fire and another wolf. Louis dashes, jumping over fallen logs, the snow padding his paws when he clunks to the frozen dirt. He weaves in and out of the trees, smoke matting his senses and clogging his nose, making him open his mouth to breathe heavily. 

Loud growls burst from his right and he swerves, picking up Zayn's scent, much closer. A snap is heard and his heart skips a beat just as they come into view. The black wolf is on his back, held down by another, gray wolf covered in mud, by the throat. Zayn snaps his teeth at the intruder, struggling against the cold ground. 

Louis jumps up, mounting the unfamiliar wolf. He grabs the dark scruff in his mouth before tearing him off of Zayn, throwing him to the ground. He rips his teeth into the yipping wolves neck, the warm blood flowing into his mouth before he pulls away, leaving the animal limp. He gazes over at Zayn, who shakily stands, shaking off his wet, matted pelt.

"What happened?" he mind-links.

"I don't know. I woke up from a crash and the main house was on fire. There were wolves everywhere. I don't recognize them at all. I thought our best bet was going to get you and getting help from Shadow," Zayn briefs him, following when Louis continues his journey towards the river.

"I got everyone. Some are trying to put out the fire in the woods and others are going over to fight," Louis tells him. Zayn bobs his head in a nod, letting his paws carry him further and further towards his home territory. "I'm going to try the nursery. See if they need help taking the pups across stream. You should go to the main house to check on Doniya and Liam."