We walked for days, the baby and I, before we happened across other werewolves. We were walking and I could hear a stream so I stopped to drink and wash before repeating the process on the baby. I was in the middle of making her drink when I heard a woman's gasp and the sound of pottery breaking. I looked over and saw a woman and her daughter standing there staring at me, a bowl lie smashed at her feet, berries were strewn everywhere, having fallen when the bowl smashed. The woman leaned down and whispered for the little girl to go and retrieve her father. As she dashed through the bushes I knew that her father would be here soon, I was a bit scared. I mean, if a ten year old boy who looked like he had been through hell and back and was carrying and ill cared for baby in his arms wouldn't you be a bit curious, and suspicious?
"My name is Tyler, Tyler Boonick. I am from the Green Willow Pack and my pack was killed during two different raids, I was left Alpha. During the second wave everyone was killed but this baby and I, so I came to give her to a pack that I knew would take care of her, and hope to be part of the pack myself." I reeled off for I had practiced what I was going to say when we had found a pack in my head since we had left our camp. She looked at me and her husband came crashing into the clearing with the little girl hot on his heels. He took in my appearance and stepped in front of his mate and pushed his little girl behind him too so that he was in between us in case I was dangerous. This made me sad, my eyes started to well up with tears and the woman looked at me with sympathy.
"You poor thing!" She tutted before extracting herself from behind her husband and coming over to me. He growled under his breath and she silenced him with a look before pulling me into a hug and let me cry on her shoulder.
"Can I hold her?" She asked, gesturing to my baby. I nodded and she smiled before lifting her from the blankets.
"Whats her name?" She asked without really looking at the baby, who was asleep at the moment.
"She doesn't have one." I choked through the tears in a strangled whisper. The woman nodded seriously.
"Then we will just have to give her a name." She replied, mulling names over in her head.
"Violet! We are not keeping this dirty child nor are we keeping that damned baby!" Her husband yelled and my baby woke up and started to cry. When Violet saw her eyes she gasped and smiled at the baby. She cooed to her softly till she stopped crying and peered around.
"Horace, I don't know about you but I am keeping this child. Look at her, she is a Holder. We are going to keep her and Tyler. No arguments." Violet stated in her soft manner and I could tell by the surprise on Horace's face that he was not used to being told what to do by his mate, but I could also tell that he knew she meant business by her tone and that no, he would not argue. He walked forward towards us and knelt by his wife.
"What should we name her?" he asked and the little girl walked up.
"Ginger." She said smiling and everyone smiled and agreed.
"Ginger is a wonderful name Melina." Violet said.
