ALPHA CYRUS - Fallen King

14. Tasks

Unknown P.O.V

"They're coming!!" She yelled, picking up her young pup, pressing him against her chest as she stood up in haste.

Her eyes flashed to her left and right, searching in complete fear and anticipation.

It was dark and the Moonlight didn't do them justice. Their purple-stained eyes were most useful in times like this - times when you either stood your ground and fought or chose to ensure your survival by fleeing.

She chose the latter.

Jogging on her strong werewolf legs, she carried her pup in her arms.

She didn't know where she was going or where she was headed.

All she knew is that she didn't want to die.

"Over here!" Another voice yelled - the voice of her father waving his arms up, gesturing for her to head towards him. Without a second thought, she refused to look behind her, running directly towards her father.

Her father gestured towards a dark cave.

The cave wasn't safe enough to remain there long but it just safe enough to take a couple of breaths before continuing on.

"Here, let me have him. You go ahead!" Her father said as she reached him, placing his arms out to her pup.

"No, I've got him!" She replied.

She had no intention to leave her pup in the arms of another, even if it was his grandfather. She knew that she was the only one that could ensure his survival and that was all she cared about.

"You're bleeding Lyrica! You don't have the strength to carry on with him on your chest!" Her father fought against it.

She shook her head. She hadn't realised that she had cut her lower leg.

"No," She whispered, mostly to herself.

Her eyes searched her surroundings, the sounds from darkness became more prominent and she knew that there was not much that she could do.

"We can't stay here, they'll smell us out!" Her father yelled.

"Then where the fuck do we go?! They'll find us regardless!" She yelled back, regretting it instantly as she heard the sounds of heavy vehicles approaching in the distance.

"You've done it now!" Her father groaned. "They've sensed us."

Her pup started to squirm in her arms, his little arms desperately in need of being set free from her tight hold.

"Lyrica.." Her father started, "They are close, do us both a favour by handing the baby to me." He said softly.

"You gave birth not long ago, you're still healing. And I'm faster and stronger than you. Give him to me before they find us and kill the three of us." He said assertively and she looked down at her pup.

She contemplated for a moment. The young pup was less than a month old. With the sounds of intruders, she wasn't able to grab anything to shield him.

No, blankets, no water, nothing.

Her father tore off his shirt, and ripping it out of its threads and stretching it out.

"I'll put him here, and wrap him around my waist."

"And you'll protect his head?" She asked.

"Of course."

"Okay." She said softly and stepped closer to her father, lifting the child off of her chest and carefully placing him in her father's arms.