Scribbles and Drabbles

Werewolf Drabble 1

Date Written: 2016

Today couldn't actually get any worse, Joseph grumbled. The thought passing over his mind as he looked into the angry red eyes of a werewolf alpha. He was already badly injured from the fights he had already endured that day. His legs were aching and his ribs were screaming in a way that suggested one or two of them were broken. He had managed to escape the thugs and find the highway. It was just his luck that the first person who stopped by him on the highway was a wolf. A wolf who could clearly smell what had given him those injuries.

"You," the wolf growled darkly, reaching down to yank him up by the scruff of his neck.

Joseph blinked dazed from the sudden movement, slightly surprised that the wolf had picked him up in a way which didn't actually cause him any pain baring jostling his current injuries. The ribs were enough pain to make him see white. Normally supernatural creatures didn't bother to show any kindness to an injured 'marked' one.

"Do I know you?" Joseph asked tiredly. His wounds had stopped bleeding now, but he was dizzy from the blood loss. He had been lucky to escape but his luck was running thin now. That was more on-brand for him.

"I know your scent but..." The wolf grabbed Joseph's chin with his other hand and forced him to look up at him, meeting his eyes. A familiar strange feeling of his soul being searching washed over him as the red eyes looked into his. The wolf let out a snarl before dropping him to the ground. 

Joseph grunted from the pain, gritting his teeth as he slumped, kneeling on the ground. There it was. The realisation of his bloodline and the hate that followed. Hopefully, the wolf would make his death quick.

"You are meant to be dead hunter," the wolf growled darkly, his hands morphing into claws.

"Not a hunter," Joseph muttered, too dizzy and dazed to make a real attempt to escape, "Marked admittedly," he said lightly. Begging never helped in these situations. He was so tired of them. Why had he left the city? At least there the supernaturals weren't inclined to try to kill him before checking if he was a hunter or just cursed. Oh yeah. He had wanted to see his mother's grave. SHame he looked like he was going to be joining her six feet under. 

"More like cursed," the wolf grumbled back.  

Joseph smiled up at him, faintly chuckling, the sound harsh and wheezy. "Not going to argue there," Joseph coughed, blood rolling down his chin and he clutched at his ribs.

Bruised and beaten, the wolf looked at the hunter blood in front of him and something tugged in his chest. The man looked so weak. His dominant side was insistent that this man wasn't a threat. Even if his nose and head warned him of him being so. "Those of the Darcy line never escape the supernatural world," the wolf stated firmly as he knelt down and sniffed him lightly. "You didn't follow the rest of your family then?" he said as both a question and a statement. 

"To death or to hunting?" Joseph commented dryly. "I wanted to live, Mr. Alpha Wolf. I want to live! Why would I follow the footstep of people who got themselves and almost everyone they cared about killed?" he demanded.

"Revenge?" The wolf offered thoughtfully. He nodded to himself before his hands gently picking Joseph up this time. One arm wrapping around Joseph's back and the other under his knees, the man surprising gentle as he carried Joseph to the car. There was some awkward manoeuvring once he got there, but the backdoor started beeping and slid open. Joseph let himself be placed on the backseats and hissed as he lay down. "Because no one in your family has ever stood back and let another get hurt willingly?" The wolf added, hands moving over Joseph's chest, checking the damage. 

"Maybe" Joseph's eyes fluttered, the man drifting into the darkness, "Are you not going to kill me then?" he asked lightly.

"Haven't really decided yet," the wolf grunted, leaving Joseph alone. The sliding door slammed shut. Joseph was dimly aware of the front door open and shutting and of the engine of the car turning on. "Rest, I'll decide your fate when we get back to my lands," the Wolf commented as he started the car back down the highway. 

"Am I allowed the name of my kidnapper?" Joseph commented, his voice drawling as he lost consciousness.

"Tanner. Craig Tanner" the wolf murmured. Joseph murmured something before he was lost to the darkness. Tanner could smell the Darcys' scent was full of death, but the scent was fading. The Darcy would survive this. Barely, but he would. The question for Tanner was, what to do with him. After all, the Tanners had been killed for a reason. They were too dangerous. But this one, this one didn't smell of blood, beyond what was normal for someone in this state.

He wasn't a hunter.