---Quinton's POV---
The drive was long, especially because we had to stop for Felix' parents after their car broke down. They had felt conflicted but allowed me to take their son to meet up with Milo. I reassured them he'd be in safe hands and even went as far as to call my brother to have him send someone over.
Right now I was tapping the steering wheel nervously, glancing back in the mirror to look at Felix. The boy held his eyes closed or looked down at his lap but never outside. I'm sure the quickly moving surroundings would prove too much for his senses.
A short, warning howl rose up from the forest and I tensed. It was custom for the wolves on patrol to alert the pack house of any visitors, usually by a howl so they knew from which direction they were coming from.
"Was that...a wolf? Awesome! I've always wanted to see wolves but I never saw Felix' wolf so..." Charlie chattered happily as she nearly pressed her nose against the window before rolling it down.
Felix, on the other hand, had completely stilled, eyes wide as he tilted his head. He appeared to be listening intently, completely focused and perched on the edge of his seat before he sighed and slowly sat back.
"Yeah, that was a wolf...this is a wolf recovery center, after all." I replied to Charlie whilst hashing out the excuse that made it plausible for spotting a pack member. She nodded eagerly, eyes gleaming in delight while Felix seemed distressed and closed his eyes before humming deeply.
It couldn't be fear for wolves...at least, I didn't think so. Maybe a bit of apprehension at the loud sound but-
As we turned on the driveway and the car was slowing down, another howl resounded. A howl I was starting to recognize as Milo's. It sounded lonesome, sad and near desperate.
My eyes widened and I jerked at the wheel when a responding howl burst through the tiny car, spooking both Charlie and myself. Before I had the wherewithal to stop the car completely, Felix had already yanked the door open and tumbled outside.
"Holy shit, is he looking to get himself killed?!"
I threw the car in park and opened my door, expecting to see Felix curled up to nurse the bad scrapes he obviously earned from skidding on the gravel. Instead he ignored his scraped up, bleeding knees and tore off towards the packhouse when Milo howled again, louder and excited.
Felix responded instantly, making the others look up with curious smiles.
"Fuck, Quinton keep an eye on the visitors! Milo broke through the fucking door!" My eyes widened at Lee's message as I hurried after Felix. "Shit, Felix is already running. Where is my pup at?"
"Gunning for the front door as we speak."
Lee's message barely came through before Milo stumbled through the doorway, avoiding Sebastian's attempt to catch the runaway wolf. My son snapped at the grabbing hands before his eyes landed on Felix.
Several of the pack spilled out, some trying to chase Milo as Felix ran for him in a straight line. Both tripping awkwardly, scrambling as multiple voices rushed over the pack link, all distressed and trying to stop Milo.
---Milo's POV---
He's here!
I hadn't expected a response when I had let out a locating howl, but when a familiar voice howled back, I jumped up, jarring my head against the underside of the overturned bed. Shaking it slightly, I was already running for the door, scratching at it in an attempt to open it.
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One Pup
WerewolfAlone. It was a sensation I was very accustomed to. Only I was plucked out of a den and stuck in a cage. I had to survive on my own, live on my own and push to struggles without any support. A series of strange events made me wonder if I truly was a...
