Running Wolf

4: saving

words: 1286

i bet everyone's like 'finally, some action.'

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Once Katya got all the grocery bags inside it was quarter to 10. Her arms ached from working them right after all those cupcakes she frosted. However, not wanted the milk to spoil, she packed up three bags worth of grocery. She thinks she may have went a bit overboard with the food. Stilling shopping as if Uncle Andrew was with her.

No matter how tired her body was, her mind wasn't. She proudly finished writing one of her poems and also finish writing out a chapter of her book. She ran upstairs, putting on large red sweater and back down for her boots and coat. Taking Jr bag that contain her camera, she heads out, towards the woods.

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It was quite dark but the moon was large and bright, illuminating the forest brilliantly. She takes a few pictures, some of the flowers around the trees to the animal life the littered the forest grounds, such as rabbit and deer. If their was something she was proud of, it was her art. For most of her life she went to a fine arts schools, where it was mandatory to take arts classes. As a result, she was a pretty good writing and photography. But because of all that has happened, she couldn't even go to college or uni to show her skills. She was just another loser. A failure.

Her boots crunched against the snow and she sniffed, her nose probably red. She was pretty deep within the forest, the the tree hanging lower and vegetation getting thicker.

She calls in after she gets a beautiful shot off the cliff, the water sharply hitting the rocks below, not completely covered in snow and ice yet.

She takes her camera off her neck and safely into her bag. Her hands are slightly numb and the aching is prominent but those shots were so worth it.

About 15 minutes later she's able to recognize the dirt paths she takes into the city from a far. The night is deadly silence and she's both uncomfortable and happy by it. She didn't bring her headphones like she does most of the time. Most times than not, she hated silence. It bothered her more than noise does. Knowing that she's the only one there... gets to her. However, it makes her even more hyper-aware of all her surrounding from the smallest twitch.

A growl breaks into her thoughts and she snapped her head so quick to the sound. This is followed by a groan. A human one. Her hands had begun to twitch. She weighted her chances. It's probably a wolf or bear. She could kill it and see if the person needs any help?

She looked around, seeing stick that is almost the height of her and grab it. Another growls meets her ears, making her decisions final.

She ran, following the sound perfectly because when she reached, she found a man, shirt torn and barely hanging off his body. His back is against the body of a large and tree and as she expected, a wolf is in front of him, eyes primal and wild. Her eyes widen because he's larger than she expected. By a lot actually.

"Hey!" The animal snaps there head towards her. By it's size, She guessed it's a boy. He growls and she makes a growl of her own. He starts towards her and she goes slightly to the right. She's trying not to make this fight any longing then it should be. She can tell how hurt this man is. He could be bleeding out and she can't take her sweet time.

Her thoughts distracted her and the next thing she knew she was slammed in the snow with two paws digging it her shoulders. She hissed loudly, tears gather in her eyes, which burn because of the cold. Her legs are free though so she pulled one up, slamming it into the beast's stomach and hind leg. He whimpers but not before he drags his nails down into the flesh of her shoulders. She screams, pushing him off harder, making him land hard on his side. She quickly grabbed the large stick just as he charges for her. She put the stick forward as his mouth widens. He tries to close it but it's too late, the stick going into his mouth out his back. The blood spat on her face and she cringes visibly.

Slowly the beast's eyes dim but the stay wide, a muddy yellow. Although the color is unusual it looks so human. She looks away as I pull the stick out of his body, hearing a sad thud. She contemplates burying him or it but a weak, faint groan comes from behind her. She turns to see the man on his feet, panting just as hard as she.

"H-Help."

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It's takes what feels like hours to get him in front of her house. "Okay, you'll have to hold on so I can drive you the hospital and get-" He's stops walking in the direction of her bike, making her stop or else he'll surely fall.

"No hospital. P-Please." He's shaking, the cold and blood lost getting to him slowly but surely. Honestly, She's surprised he's lasted that long.

"What do you-"

"Fix it. P-Please?" His eyes are pleading. He's probably her age, maybe a little older. She pursed her lips, eyes narrowed. She's never seen anyone refused to got to a hospital for help. When they're bleeding out as well. He's probably has a fake identify? A fugitive?

"Fine."

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"Hold fucking still you idiot." She snapped, the needle in her mouth as she sterilized it with her lighter. She put a towel around the wound to stop the bleeding but more importantly so it doesn't get on her floor. They are lovely and she just mopped them today.

He grunts in response but does as she says. After 20 seconds of heating the needle, She takes another towel and put some vodka on it and one for him. "Bit this. Don't move, got it?" She does wait for his response as she immediately bringing the vodka drenched the wound. He screams, desperately trying to hold still. He looks at her, the white of his eyes red from the tears and the iris a bright blue. She flinches and blinks, knowing that it wasn't like that before. But before she could register them, he's closing them tightly. She pours more, straight out of the bottle and his upper body lifts of the ground but she slams him back down.

"Move one more damn time and I will rip you open." The threat is empty but she was frustrated. She wasn't a fucking doctor. She's doing this off one experience. And the dips of her shoulders were throbbing after being harshly clawed at. It hurt like hell to be moving her arms. She sighs, taking a swing of alcohol for herself.

"Do you really think it's a good idea to drink while-fuck- doing this?" He asks, eyes narrowed.

In response she takes another sip. "Do you really think you can question the one whose helping you? Now, I'll do whatever the hell I want. You just lay there and stay alive."

After that, she quickly being sewing him up, moving the needle with one hand as she dabs away the blood with the cloth in the other. His eyes are trying to close but she slapped his face gently. "Hey. Can't fall asleep on me now, okay? Just a few more minutes and you're good."

He nods a cold sweat forming on his forehead. She tries to go faster but gently, the blood slowing decreasing. But the time she was done, most of the blood is gone. The skin around the wound looking less irritated.

"Okay. Up you go." She helps him to his feet after she wraps the wound up. She places two large blankets over her couch and sits him down. He looks like he'll fall asleep instantly. "What's your name, kid?"

He opens up on eyes, smiling a bit. She smiles a little because how can anyone honestly smile after they were bleeding out in some stranger's living room? But he does anyway "Ian."

Her mind immediately goes to Zara. Zara's Ian. But instead of questioning the poor guy she just nods. Katya hums and went to go make herself a cup of tea. "Do you need some help?" He asks, probably referring to my cuts in my shoulders.

"Nah. I'm good. I'm not bleeding to death. Go to sleep kid."

After drinking her tea, burning her tongue but loving the heat that filled her chest, she goes upstairs. By the time she make it to the top he's snoring. She sighs, bringing her blanket and pillow out of the closet and got back downstairs. She takes a spot on the love seat, Ian still in view. She looks warily at him. Why would he be out by himself like that? Just wandering around? It wasn't safe. And if he really is Zara's Ian, it's not safe for her either.

But soon enough her thoughts stop and she falls asleep just as fast as him.

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P.S there will be a lot of Teen Wolf characters because yaaasss.

-isha