Healing with love

The Mate (pt. 2)

Pic of Chris^

Chris' pov

It was a nice quiet morning. I stepped down off the porch and breathed in the nice fresh air.

But that wasn't the only thing I smelled.

Someone was in my territory. An outsider.

That ment I had to go check whoever it was out. It was probably another lost hiker or something. A thing that wasn't too common nor too rare.

Whoever it was, I had to find them and make sure they posed no threat to me or my pack.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and transformed into my wolf form.

I was a fairly large black wolf with golden-yellow eyes.

'*yawn*, morning already?', my wolf, Chase greeted me. Sorta.

'Yup. Wake up, we've got someone to find', I thought to him

'I guess I could help with that',  he said

' Duh. You've got no choice.', I told him. He let a small hmff, which I paid no mind to.

I quickly took off into the forest in search of the intruder.

***b-b-BOOM!Timeskip!***

After about ten or so minutes of searching I was closer to the edge of the forest.

The person had to be somewhere around here.

My head turned the direction the now stronger smell was coming from.

I followed closer to the smell.

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!", a voice yelled.

When he had came into view I could see he was a small teen. But there was no one else.

Who was he talking to?

My eyes widened at the sight of the gun he was holding.

What?! He didn't seem like a hunter. If he was, he was sure inexperienced. That didn't even look like a hunters gun. And he was so scrawny. He must be some kind of ameture.

I still approached him with a growl. You could never underestimate your enemies.

The boy whirled around eyes wide.

He held the gun up quickly and pointed it at me.

I took a step back. He may be a kid, but anyone with a gun was dangerous if they knew how to use it.

His arms shook as he he pointed the gun at me.

Geez. On second thought, this might just be some scared run away teen who had a gun they didn't know how to use. That seemed to fit his description better. What with that tiny litte figure and those...

Deep brown...

Eyes...

As I looked into his eyes I felt an instant connection.

'Mate', Chase breathed as the boy dropped the gun.

I immediately started to move towards the boy. He let out a small  Squeak and fell, scooting backward into a tree.

I sniffed him, inhaling his sent that, now that I was closer, was sweet and hypnotic.

I was alarmed to see tears falling down the boy's face.

Oh! Crap! I was scaring him.

It hurt to see the boy crying.

I quickly licked away the tears that feel down his face. He fliched at first,  not expecting me to lick him.