When He Found Her

|1| When He Was Alone |1|

~  Aryien's POV  ~

He fought for control with his wolf, who pushed at the barrier of his mind, fighting him to stay in control.

He was currently running in a random direction in the woods surrounding his home, his wolf having completely taken control of his movements when he had shifted.

The wind whipped through his coppery fur, his salmon-colored tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted.

His wolf, whom he had named Serbell, continued to block him. He couldn't communicate with his wolf directly, but they communicated through feeling and action.  Eventually he gave up, letting Serbell run off some steam for a while before trying again. Finally, his wolf relented.

He had stopped in a clearing, his heart pounding. He wondered why his wolf had brought him here, of all places.  Suddenly, something pounced on him.

The weight of the wolf on top of him was light, almost unnoticeable. He growled, dipping his shoulder in to throw the wolf off. He turned to where he thought the wolf had fallen, but to his shock, there was no one. 

He turned around, eyeing the area as studiously as possible. He lifted his snout, checking the air for a scent. There was none.

He hesitated, his black nose twitching as he caught the faintest scent of another wolf.  Oddly, a thrilling shiver ran though him at the scent.

He shook himself, turning, he ran back to his house. It was separated from the little town his pack lived in, secluded in the forest. 

Once he arrived back at his house, he shifted. Stretching, he let the tension in his form fade away. He shook his head to himself, thinking he was losing his mind. He had been in wolf-form too long, or his wolf was pushing against his mind so harshly it made him slip up. It was just odd.

After taking a quick shower, her pulled out his phone and sent a text to his beta, asking him to check out the area for him tomorrow. He would do it himself, but he had a meeting with his military officers tomorrow. Preparing for the war that could, and probably would, start any day had taken up a lot of the free time he had, which wasn't much to begin with. He also texted the Delta to up the training time and difficulty. There was enough death from the illness that had floated around without more dying because of a silly war, but the alpha of the Keltern pack wouldn't move his people off of the large territory that was meant to be neutral. The land was meant to form a neutral barrier between packs so fighting would not break out because of overstepping boundaries. There was a area of neutral land between every pack's territory, and there had been for as far back as any wolf could remember. 

But Leina, the alpha of the Keltern pack, and also the only female alpha in Chryt, was determined to settle her people along the sacred land that was left for public, cross-pack events and meetings.

So, he was preparing his warriors, his people. It was stressful, to say the least. His wolf had been driving him crazy, begging to be let out. He figured it had just been all the tension everyone was feeling from the prospect of war.

He finished some of his plans, writing them down as notes to give to the instructors who taught.

Then he went to bed, but before he fell asleep, he could have sworn he heard a howl.

A howl that tugged on his heart and soul.

> I'm Starting A New Book Because I Wanted Too. <

> I'll Still Be Working On Dead Ends As My Main Priority, But Whenever I Feel Like Working/ When I Get The Chance, I'll Write This. Sorry For A Short Chapter. <

~ Happy Friday ~