Loving The Unloved (Original Story)

Chapter16

Five groups separated to get the food, Charlie with Jasper and his family. Charlie sniffed the air. He licked his licks, hanging close to the familiar brown half breed he met a few days ago. You could tell he didn't have faith that Charlie would be helpful, but Jasper was next to him and his sister was going to lead, so Charlie had hope that he'll do fine.

They made it to the clearing nearby that many deer grazing and eating. Charlie's focus on the young that suckled on its mother, but it seems the leader was going for the mother. Charlie hid in the grass, growling softly. He waited for the leader to make the first move. But the birds above them called out from above and alerted them.

They have no choice. The leader ran and Charlie was nearby. The herd ran, but that's what the wolves want. They surround the herd, herding them and singling out the old, weak, or young. But as they ran, there was one thing they had to make sure. Don't Let Their Meal Enter The Woods.

The herd spread out and they target a mother with her young. When the leader grips her teeth on the leg, everyone helped out, biting part of the deer flesh as possible. The young made a mistake of turning around towards its mother and Jasper teeth sunk onto the baby's neck, easily breaking it.

They brought the mother down and someone gave the finishing blow of suffocation. The rest of the small group came out to eat, Charlie only getting a bit before and Alpha snarl and bit at him to move. Charlie backed away, tail between his legs.

Jasper brought the catch he had and drop it by Charlie. "Looking for a meal?" Jasper asked. If a wolf can smile, Charlie most certainly did. Charlie and Jasper shared a kill, both licking each other clean when they were done.

Jasper stuck around him, cuddling him and one time playing with him. Charlie found it funny and cute, wishing Jasper would act like that as a human. But then Jasper's 'mother' call him over and Charlie had to come too. They walked over to Jasper's family, Charlie momentarily froze when another scent of a familiar wolf tickled his nose.

Charlie turned head and looked at a beautiful tan wolf, the top part much darker and his tail a chocolate brown. Charlie knew it was Victor and a small part of him wanted to go to Victor. Jasper growl, either to tell Charlie to hurry up or to tell Victor to back off, he didn't know.

But Charlie hurried along, rubbing his head against him to ease him. Charlie stuck close when they got there, a little nervous. "I see you're not meat yet. How is your stay for the meanwhile?" Said the brown wolf. That half-breed really doesn't like him. "My stay has been well actually. I see myself being welcomed in." Charlie said. The brown wolf growled and got up.

"Don't think of yourself as permanent in this pack. We usually don't welcome outsiders." The wolf walked away and Charlie was left ill. "Ignore Mich. Being a wolf is who he naturally is, so he's not kind to outsiders. We run things differently than your average pack." Jasper's father said.

The wolf was similar to Jasper, but his fur was mixed with a bit of grey. His eyes seem happy and wise at the same time. Charlie stays silent, not really sure if he should. "I heard about you from Jasper. You seem to make him happy and gain his interest. Dare I say a small crush is growing?" Jasper's father asked.

Jasper folded back, tail between his legs, showing his fangs but knew he can't do anything. "No father. No crush." Jasper stated. "More?" The father asked. Jasper walked away. Was this embarrassment? Is it true? "Walk with me." Said the father. They walked away from the pack to scout the perimeter.

Surprisingly, Victor tag along as well with another, but with a nice distance away. "It's rare my son takes a liken to someone. Not only him but Victor as well." He said. "Victor told me how you found him and help him off the streets. He respects you greatly, your son, not so much." Charlie said. The father shook his body, his fur gleaming. "Jasper is different. So much like his half breed mother.

But he can be sensitive as well. Most of Jasper's life and also my life was chosen by half-breeds. It's a way we give respect to them. Humans hate our kind and in the winter, hunters hunt us despite us being human as well. Omegas have it the worse. Viewed as sensitive, sex-driven animals many would take advantage of. I heard you came from an orphanage?" The father asked.

"Yes. My arrangements weren't great, but it makes me enjoy the small things." The father licked his face, sorry for what Charlie been through. Charlie ignored it and sniff the air for any scavengers. "Do you remember your mother and father?" The father asked. Charlie whined.

"My owner was my father. My mother died in the orphanage. I don't know how, but she left me when I was small. I remember her last words to me. To always be strong and keep going, even when I'm down." The father said nothing for a while before rubbing his head against Charlie.

"I'm sorry for what you been through, but I'm glad you live by your mother's words. Jasper needs someone like you and Victor will be ready to follow you and help you next week. You will be working the underground next week. Every great leader needs a great supporter. I wish you nothing but the best."

The father bark over to Victor. "Victor, take Charlie back to the pack. I will be there shortly." The father told him. Victor barked back and waited for Charlie to join his side. Unknown to Charlie, Victor was going to take a long way back.