Devoted To You

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"Wolf Song" –Caamp

The biting cold stabbed into his tanned skin as if it had its own agenda.

As if the piercing wind had a vengeance against Adam Murphy. His bruised-up arm wrapped around the wound atop the left side of his chest.

Doing nothing to stop the warm blood from flowing out.

The damn snow wasn't assisting him at all. If anything, it was making matters worse. The wolf shifter couldn't think of anything besides the constant voice in his head, screaming at him to keep on.

To not stop moving.

Adam's breath was seen flowing in front of him. Causing a fog that helped him concentrate on something besides the pain of the claw mark that had ripped open his left peck.

The boots he wore did nothing to help the situation either. They were the only pair of shoes he had left after losing the last pieces of clothing back in Montana. Adam gambled for the worn-out boots, which weren't even the correct size.

To make matters worse, he wore no socks, covering his feet in blisters. Every step taken was just another rub at the loose skin.

Adam winced at the pain of the cold, bloodied, and splintered feet that continued to crunch the snow below him. Every step was painful, but he thought at least he was still walking. But walking to where?

He didn't know.

Was he going East? Or was it north? The need for shelter was the only thing on the wolf's mind. Suddenly, the faint scent of a burning fire to the right overcame his body with adrenaline.

Adam's pace picked up, shuffling his way toward the smell. As he became closer, smoke from the timbers of fire was not the only thing to invade his senses but something so sweet, a baked good perhaps.

The aroma was so sweet that Adam had to tell himself it was real and not imaginary. His chest continued to ooze dark red and sticky blood when dizziness filtered through him, finally starting to feel the effects of the blood loss.

The smell.

That damn intoxicating scent. Its strength was overwhelming as Adam continued on in the pitch-black forest. But, when a warm flicker of light was seen just a few yards away, Adam couldn't help the giant smile that took over his face.

The relief was evident but short-lived when his knees wobbled, grabbing onto a tree for support where he inevitably left a bloody handprint on the ridged bark.

Adam instantly pushed himself off, the wood annoying his skin. If he were to stay slumped against the giant oak, the ability to get back up would result in inevitable death. Out in the snow when he's so close to salvation.

The light seemed to come closer and closer until Adam's body felt completely numb. The light showed him what was ahead—a glowing cabin. Adam then heard the faint sound of bells jingling, the sound of the fae coming from the direction of the safe haven.

A soft sob escaped him, whether from relief or if the pain was beginning to get to him. He didn't want to run into fae, they were tricky creatures to deal with, but Adam had no choice, for he was losing too much blood.

His body then rammed into the side of a large tree, where an instant burst of pain ripped through his entire body. An arm cradled his chest where the other limply hung beside him, almost dead-like.

It sickened Adam how weak he felt at that moment.

A loud bark came from before him as he leaned against the tree for support. Adam's eyes opened just barely where the sight of a large Bernese Mountain dog was found, heading straight for him, barking and growling like mad.