Two Sides

Chapter I

Arabella's Pov

   Scary. That's the word I would call my life. I was born to die. Whether it was from starvation, thirst, another predator, another rouge, or even worse another pack. I would die, but I was a fighter. I refuse to give up. Even if I only hand one breath left I would use it to its fullest and at least attempt to save myself. I am no coward. I am strong.

   'Strong. Yeah. I think you really need a mirror honey. We have grown weak without our pack.' My wolf, Sarah laughed at me.

   'So what? Maybe we're a bit on the skinny side! I'm still stong! We're still strong!' I argued back with her.

   'We can hardly kill a rabbit! Don't be delusional!' I wish I could argue, but quite frankly, she was right. In my past pack I had been a healer. Hunting wasn't my thing. I never had the guts to hurt someone much less an innocent animal. Sadly I was just all bark no bite which is very hard to admit. I'm slowly getting there though.

I have been traveling for a decent amount of time. I was being careless though with arguing with my wolf as I walked. Whenever I would do so my senses become extremely nulled, so I was open to any oncoming attacks.

   My small golden paws made very clear footprints the the pure white snow. Back where my old pack lived we didn't have snow ever. We were far too close to equator for that and I quite enjoy the feeling of snow, but my body wasn't built for with standing frigid temperatures.

   I traveled a good distance before my eyes started to flutter close and succumb to the cold winds that beat against me. I travelled far past the Northern Border before I became too weak. My heartbeat slowed due to the cold that I have been exposed to for far too long. I could hear the soft crunch of snow and a single signal howl as I lay buried in the snow. I tried to fight the urge to sleep as I have done for the past few days, but my body gave in. I lay there unconscious.

Third Person

A group of massive wolves that were on patrol caught the faint scent of another wolf. Thinking that she was a threat they quickly rushed to where the scent came from. Hatred burned in their eyes as they saw a Southerner sleeping on their territory. One larger, dark brown wolf bit deep into her scruff yanking the small, snow-covered she-wolf out of the snow.

The dragged her limp body to camp. It was massive and in the very center stood a large den that belong to the infamous Alpha. He was known for showing no mercy to anyone, especially Southerners.

A sandy brown wolf's eyes glazed over as he mind linked the Alpha. They glazed eyes belonged to the Gamma of the pack. Once they got hold of the Alpha they were informed to have the Gamma take the girl in.

The dark brown wolf threw her shivering body down in disgust before the Gamma picked her up gently and took her in. He looked down the whole time not making eye contact with the powerful man in front of him. He lay her down on the cave bear fur rug before laying down in submission to him. The powerful man stood as power radiated off of him. "You may leave." A deep voice spoke from the man and had the large wolf quickly leaving the den.

Arabella