A Wolf's Heart

Hurricane

Mystic Pov-

I disappeared softly into the undergrowth. The rest of my pack followed silently. A pup. North wanted to adopt a pup. Since when did he have this planned out? Since when did he keep this secret. We were mates now right? No secrets. I snorted, yeah. Just like my other mate before him... Lily had been right about him. I shook my head vigorously, trying to get those negative thoughts out of my mind. We walked in silence. No one said a word. It was so quiet it was like as if I could almost hear a feather drop onto the ground. Our paw steps barely, rustling the dried leaves around us. We continued onto my home before it all went downhill.

North's POV:

As the leaves crunched underneath us I wondered to myself, Why did I keep this a secret from Mystic? Why couldn't I just straight up tell her? Then I heard a whimper which broke me out from my thoughts. I stiffened a bit, realizing that I had made it to the spot where I had left the small male pup. I smiled faintly, recalling the memory.

Mystic I found the pup, I'll meet up with you near Red Peak I said through our mind link which we discovered days ago. She quickly responded

Alright, hurry up Northern. Or even with your head start, we'll get there first.

Snapping back to reality and restraining a retort back to my mate. I heard another whine emit from the small den like structure beneath the tree. I hurriedly scrambled over and peeked in nervously. When I saw the pup it looked as if it was beaten up. His light brown fur with streaks of gold was torn a bit, dried blood covered the little scratches over his tiny body. His left eye was now swollen. I swallowed my growl, who would ever do this to a pup?

Mystic, the pup....... he's in a terrible condition. I informed her gravely. As I nudged some twigs out of the way so I could reach him. I was currently standing on a slab of stone which made it hard for me to lean in attempt to grab him with fear I might slip and crash down on the little thing.

I was heart broken, this little fella has gone through a lot, but this... this was horrific. So, I picked the very young wolf by the scuff of his neck. Finally, gaining the courage to lean in more and grabbed him at long last.

"You'll be okay," I mumbled to him, trying to comfort the pup even though he probably couldn't understand me as of now.

"Mmmmmmmm....." He groaned. Listening to him go through this much pain at such a young age. It sparked a long lost fire in me. I quickly, but carefully, headed towards the Red Peak. At the base was where my white wolf's old pack had lived. Hurricane will make it, Hurricane will make it I thought to myself repeatedly. I was finally able to recoup my emotions, I steadied my pace to a slow trot and made sure to try and not to bump Hurricane around. 'Hurricane....' I mused silently. I'd given the pup a name without even noticing. I huffed, what a good parent I would become. The brown trees thinned out. The cold ground beneath my paws hardened into rock. The snow began to fall again. My eyes narrowed. Despite my warning of the pup's condition, Mystic hadn't responded to me. I growled in frustration and stopped mid growl when I realized that I still had the pup in my mouth. I calmed down instantly and continued the long trek to the base of Red Peak.

Mystic's POV~

"We're here," I said proudly and stopped right at the base of the huge mountain. I turned and watched the other three wolves glance around warily. It wasn't much to look at to say the least. Well, being here all my life, until I had gotten found from the Blue Moon pack... I guess that could change one's perspective. The mountain used to be a livid gray color when I was a pup. With the clouds able to touch the peak, which would make fog come rolling down at night. Which made us invisible to our enemies. I caught myself thinking that I would enjoy the fog now and use it to our advantage. Our only problem was that now the mountain itself was covered in snow and ice. I turned slightly, gazing back the way we came. It was almost like as if magic been here, how much the terrain had changed. It was barely spring, but frigid cold said otherwise.