Arabrlla's Pov
My peaceful slumber was void of any dreams. I felt safe though as well as warm. That was quite unusual as it was very cold in the North. Though I have always been very fond of the cold, I know my limits, and quite frankly, I wasn't used to the cold in the North.
I snapped awake to the sound of that familiar, deep voice as well as the feeling of a massive had petting my head. My vision was blurry when I first attempted to open them. It was far too bright to do so.
"-a Southerner," was all I was able to catch from an unfamiliar voice that I assumed belonged to another female. Despite my earlier struggle I quickly woke up when I felt something stab into her neck. I was biting and snapping at whatever I could get ahold of until I felt the massive hand from before wrap around my muzzle shutting it. His thumb softly pet my muzzle as I stared up at him.
He had me in some kind of trance and I wasn't sure of how to feel about it. Why does he have so much control over me. As I watched him I felt the needle get pulled out. I reacted by trying to jerk away from his hold while growling. Once the lady had walked away with a tube with my blood in it he let be go, but before I could get off of the bed to attack he snatched me up and put me in his arms.
"Don't." He was quick to warn me with a very stern tone. I just huffed and laid back down with my head resting on his lap. While we waited for something I looked around the room. We were in a new den now. One full of herbs and some medical equipment I was somewhat familiar with, so I could only guess this was the healer's den. I certainly wasn't happy about this, but at least Rhonen was here with me.
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LobisomemIn the beginning of werewolves there were two twin brothers. They were very close until something drove them apart. Their father, the Alpha, would only choose one of them to rule over where they lived, the north. One of the twins was quite big for a...
