The Wolf Prince || Watty's2017

Chapter ♚ Four

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The Wolf Prince | Chapter Four

"The wounds are much deeper than we thought," says Har from the chair beside Erik's bed. "The doctor said that they would heal, at a much slower pace, but that they would heal." Her words growing faint and muffled as she burrows her face in the blankets on his bed.

I stand with my back leaning against the far wall as I look at the couple. The mates. My mind wandering, wondering what it must feel like, to have someone bound to you forever, to have someone love you unconditionally, to be best friends but lovers all at once. Would I ever get that? To feel the incredible emotions of being in love, of someone loving me back just the same.

"I didn't have any doubts, he's a strong wolf bound, as both of you are strong mates. You're at your peak together." I smile thinking about the two of them. Har peeks at me from the blankets her cheeks blushing pink.

"Don't worry, your man will soon come running. It's just a matter of when." She smiles, lifting her head to gaze at Erik.

I push off the wall and take a seat beside her. "You guys knew right away though," I mumble. "Hun, he was kissing the very ground you walked on before you even got a chance to take a breath after turning wolf bound." I laugh at the memory, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all. 

"I'm guessing you had your change already today?" Har laughs, brushing the hair from Erik's pale face.

"I did early this morning, not too long after you ran Erik here." I confirm, shivering at the memory of my large, black wolf paws shifting into grey snow leopard paws. "You could have warned me it freaking kills. Oh, and could potentially knock me out cold," I laugh, pushing her shoulder playfully.

"That side effect," she says quirking a brow, "Only lasts temporarily," she finishes looking back to Erik as he begins to stir in his quiet slumber.

"Thank god," I huff, leaning my elbows on the bed to prop my head up on my hands.

"I didn't realise you'd be so relived to see me awaken, Shira." Erik smirks lazily as his eyes peel open to meet mine.

"I'm sorry," I say cupping my ear as if I didn't hear him properly. "Did you say you wanted me to rip that cast off your arm and shove it up your-"

"Point proven, Shira," Erik interrupts with a laugh, sitting up slightly to grab Harley's hand. "Arrogance doesn't get by you without paying a price."

With a smirk I stand, "I'll leave you two alone now." Har looks up at me with an appreciative smile.

"Hey, show us your cool new wolf bound mark," Erik suggests. I look along my arms and on my shoulders for my mark, the mark that proves that I belong to the wolf bound, that I am one.

"I actually haven't seen it myself," I chuckle. "I don't know where it is," I admit. Har stands, facing me.

"Turn around, lets see if its on the back of your neck like your fathers." Har pulls on my arm to turn me around and brushes my long, dark hair to my shoulder.

"So..." I trail. "Is it there?" I ask, consciously rubbing the back of my neck.

"Um, yea maybe it's a good thing you haven't seen it." Harley turns me back around, confusion clear in her eyes.

"Why?" I ask worriedly looking back and forth between the couple.

"It's just different," Har mumbles, sitting back down beside Erik.

"You are soon to be an alpha though, maybe that's why it's a little different, your fathers is, not in the same way yours is but they're still undoubting different from a normal wolf bound," Erik suggests. I shrug it off, not particularly worried about the mark at the moment.

"I should get going now," I shrug, turning to the door. "Feel better Erik," I say and I walk out of the pack doctors' house. Closing the front door behind me I look to the back of the pack house. The doctors house nothing but a small cabin in comparison to my home.

Starting with a jump, I race my way to the forest. Once I'm in the protection of the trees and confirm that no one is around I strip off my fighting leathers. Running a couple steps I shift into my wolf bound, black paws hitting the dirt with a thud, and my throat ripping out a loud wolfy cry. I pick up my clothes with my mouth and bound through the thicket of the forest. The heat of the midsummer's day radiating off of my dark fur, and with hardly a thought, I jump into the air and swiftly shift into the grey snow leopard, my tail brushing over twigs and logs as I leap over them. I run like this for an hour, practicing my shifting, one minute a wolf bound, the next a vicious leopard.

I stumble upon the clearing with the little stream, and gracefully hop over it, thankful for the strength that being a wolf bound has graced me with. I stop on the other side of the stream, the memory of dark emerald eyes invading my mind yet again, until they're replaced with vivid crimson ones. Lost in my own trance I finally realize the white wolf before me. His crimson eyes bore into my own. I step back in retreat as he attempts to circle around me, sizing me up. Taking another step back I begin to circle him as well, taking in his size, which believe it or not is not as large as the black Alpha rogue from last night however in comparison to my size and build, is completely menacing. He is an alpha as well, from what pack I'm not certain. However, he is no rogue.

Without warning I feel my body begin to morph, shifting back into the leopard. Perfect timing, I think to myself sarcastically. And this entire time I thought I was improving at controlling my shifting. My cat like leopard ears spike up, along with the long fur down my spine.

The brown wolf lets out a possessive growl and tackles me to the ground. My breath comes out in shorts bursts as my body restrains against his weight. With his front paws holding me down, he bends his snout to me ear and lets out a low snarl, then before my eyes he shifts into a leopard as well.

I squirm under him, confusion and fear clouding my mind. I force my body to shift into my wolf bound beneath him. With my wolf being much bigger than his leopard I buck him off of me easily, hopping to all four paws and getting the hell away from him.

Little prickles and tingles linger where the white Alpha had me pinned down. And in that moment I knew. With the giddy churning in my stomach as his crimson eyes watched me. I knew. He was my mate. And I was running from him.