A Thousand Years

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"Three months?!" I exclaimed. "How could I have been out for three months?"

"Calm down Calla." Colin said, "it's okay."

"How am I supposed I calm down? I have been sleeping for three months! What is normal about that?"

At this point, I was freaking out. Three months is extremely abnormal for being shot. I would understand if I got hit in the spine area or miraculously lived through a shot to the head. But this was an arm and a leg.

"There was some blood poisoning. We stopped it as best as we could but you wouldn't wake up. Then, you got an infection. It was your hindquarters, so we couldn't amputate. All we could do was clean it out and hope." Sam said in a calming tone.

Sam's voice was hot. His voice was deep and slightly raspy. Sam's voice matched his appearance, with dirty blonde hair, eyes yellow like fire and a jawline as perfect as homemade apple pie. Him and his brother definitely had good genes.

"So... what your saying is, that I was what seemed like a lost cause for three months and you did everything you could do to keep me-a complete stranger-alive?" I asked the boys. They thought about what I had said for a while.

There was silence. Then Sam finally spoke. "Giving up hope isn't something I can do easily. Colin was counting the days till you died."

This being said, Colin looked away and continued poking at the fire. I kept staring though he was avoiding my gaze. His blue eyes shone from the firelight. It was getting dark and I was getting hungry.

"I wouldn't blame you Colin. It was three months. I don't care I'm just hungry right now. Let's start on some of these rabbits." I said, trying to enlighten Colin. He looked up, and gave me a warm smile.

Sam rummaged through his bag, threw a rabbit to Colin, save one for himself, and gave me the largest one. Colin started to break the skin at the stomach, where the carcass was easiest to enter. Sam skinned the animal before finally digging in. I ate, not caring if the boys saw me. My body has been shut down for three months. I'm weak and hungry, so who the hell cares?

I finished the hare into a pile of fur and bones. Shortly after, Sam and Colin finished. I became really tired. "I'm going to hit the hay. We should probably work on my strength tomorrow." I said, standing up and heading towards the den.

"alright, will do. See you tomorrow sweetheart." Colin said with a smirk.

"Good night" Sam playfully shoved his brother.

I entered the cave-like den with large rocks placed by nature to form a den large enough for four shifters. It was cold, and there was a hole large enough for a large wolf-as most shifters are larger than most wolves-to fit freely through the small space. The air was getting cooler and half of the leaves have already fallen out of the trees. I don't know how I didn't notice before, but the forest is definitely changing. The den was cold, so I shifted forms so my fur would keep me warm. My eyes slowly got heavier and I fell asleep.

It was really early when I woke up to the sound of Sam and Colin as wolves roughhousing outside of the den. It was about four in the morning but curiosity got the best of me. To investigate, I peeked my muzzle out slowly until I could see them. They were tackling and gnashing their teeth at each other. I slowly creeped out of the den so they wouldn't notice me. Then, I ran up to them and tackled Colin. He was shocked at first, and then his ears perked up as Sam tackled me. Sam's teeth snapped in my face. I used my back legs to push him off, but my legs lost most of their strength and couldn't push him off. I rolled to the side and his feet were caught on my body which brought him to the ground. Now I was on top, and I pushed to keep myself there. Colin was yipping in agreement and cheering me on.

Growing tired, I climbed off of Sam and lay down next to the fire ring. Colin and Sam joined me, both laying across from me. Sam's wolf was an uncommon combination of brown and gray. The gray was the color of soot covered snow and the brown was the color of the bark on a tree. They both had their eyes focused intently on my almost-darker-than-royal-blue eyes.

My gray fur ruffled as the wind brushed over us. I got up and walked over to the bright eyed wolves and lay in between them. I let their warmth envelope me and watched the faint flicks of the fire as the darkness fought them. My eyes fought to stay open, but after a while I couldn't tell if they were open or closed because of the darkness.

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Hey, so this is a fun story to write and I think it's slightly better than This is a Love Game. (Tis no longer with us)

What do you think of it? Is it molding together well?

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