Healing with love

The Mate (pt. 1)

Pic of wolf^

Jason's pov

Tired.

That was the only thing I felt. I had been running as long as I could as fast as I could, in short bursts of energy, from last night till this morning.

If I had a watch I'd say it was about 9-ish. I was in some forest. It was beautiful.  Peaceful.

I was happy and scared that this would be the last thing I'd see.

I'd placed my backpack on the ground and unzipped it. I pulled out the shiny gun.

I looked at it. My hands started shaking again and I was again crying.

Was this this really it?

Am I really going to end it all?

Yes. There was no turning back. This was my ultimate punishment.

I took a few heavy breaths and started to lift the gun.

I then felt Sam trying to force my hand down. Trying to keep me from doing what I needed to do.

'STOP IT!!', I shouted in my mind at him.

'No! I can't let you do this to yourself! I Know-'

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!", I yelled out loud. Tears made my voice shake.

My blood ran cold as a dark growl came from behind me.

I quickly wipped around to see a large black wolf, nearly bigger than me,  standing a few feet away in an attack position.

Instinctively I raised the gun at it, my heart racing.

Its growling lowered as it took a small step back remaining in its attack position.

Oh god. What was I doing. I can't shoot a wolf. I'm a wolf. Kinda. Besides I wanted to kill myself anyway. I should just let it kill m-

'Put the gun down!', Sam practically shrieked at me.

Something else told me to put it down to. Something deep in my soul.

At the same time I'd realized that, the wolf stopped growling and straightened up.

I felt the gun fall from my hands, making a small pomf as it landed on the ground. Gosh I was lucky it didn't fire.

As soon as that happend the wolf started to approach me.

I squeaked as I backed into a tree and fell on my butt.

The wolf got closer untill it was face to snout with me.

I was slightly trembling. And more than a little scared.

Yes, I was part wolf. But I had never actually seen another wolf before, let alone ineracted with one. Did it not like me? Was it mad I pointed a gun at it? Could wolves even feel that way?!

Was it ging to kill me?

I let out a mental sigh. It needed to kill me. I probably couldn't do it myself anyway.

I closed my eyes in acceptance, letting a few more tears slip down.

I shook, waiting for the blows that would end me.

This was it.

Goodbye.

. . . .

I froze as a wet tounge affectionately licked the tears from my face. Its touch made my face tingle.

"W-what?"
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Oh mi gurd

I can't even. I played with my own emotions.

(ii -_-) im outtie

Cya