I can't Give in

Chapter 1 ~ I can't Give in

Chapter 1 ~ I can’t Give in

 

 

KC’s P.O.V

I pressed myself low to the ground, the scent of firewood and morning dew fresh in the afternoon air. My black fur snagged along the brush as I pushed through, muzzle first and my nose guiding me towards my prey. I peered through the thick brush and found him lying there, resting in the sun that snaked through the trees. With a playful growl, I pounced, surprised when my paws met the leaf covered earth instead of the fury body. I jumped to my feet, looking around furiously for the fury mass that had been sitting there a moment ago.

            “Maybe next time, vixen,” Damon hissed through the mind link as he jumped out from behind a tree, tackling me to the ground. I bared my teeth up at him as he pinned my on my back, licking my muzzle affectionately.

            “Why do you always do that to me?” I laughed, nuzzling my head against the dark grey fur of his neck.

            “Because you’re too easy to predict, love,” he mused, pressing his nose against mine as his dark golden eyes gazed into my silver ones.

            “Really?” I giggled, trailing a paw down his chest. He playfully nipped at my shoulders as a purr ruptured from my throat. I pressed both of my paws against his chest and pushed him onto his back, wrapping my jaws gently around his neck.

            “Somewhat,” he added with a chuckle. I hopped off of him and began walking back towards the pack house, waiting for him to catch up. He bounded up beside me and rubbed up against the streak of snow white fur that decorated my shoulder, the place where the scar that Doyle had left behind lingered. I was more than relieved to be reassured by my mom, my best friend and beta, and my mate that the barstad was good and dead.

            “So, our little break’s over. What Alpha duties do we have to deal with now?” I looked up at Damon. Though we may be equal in strength, we certainly weren’t equal in size. While in our wolf forms, Damon was almost twice my size and far more fearsome-looking with his burly build and primal wolf face.

            “Bring a kill back for the pack. We’re almost out of deer meat,” he said. I nodded, exited but a little disappointed. Though it took me a few tries at first, I couldn’t gorge myself with the juicy meat of my kill. Nope, I had to drag the entire carcass with Damon back to the pack house and store it in the fridge to spread out among meals. That’s why we had to go for the large bucks and why Damon and I had to do it together. One wolf, not even me, can drag down a terrified, bucking buck and not get a broken rib or two.

            “There you two are!” Dan came running up to us, his forehead drenched in sweat. I cocked my head to the side in curiosity while Damon snickered beside me. “KC I could really use your help.”

            “Amber?” I asked, flicking my ears. Dan nodded and ushered me to follow him as he headed hastily for the pack house.