The Twin Wolves

Chapter 3 ~ The Exile

Gabriel's P.O.V.

"Wait, what!?" I exclaimed. "You're telling me I have two wolves inside my head. Two. Dos. Due. Dois. Deux." I said, randomly throwing out words in other languages for two.

You didn't know? Cylix asked curiously. Fenris, why didn't you tell him?

He was already stressed enough as it was. He did not need the added surprise. Fenris replied back.

One that note, I finally shifted back into human form, finding a pair of shorts hanging on the bars of the cell. Since I might as well do something before I probably get killed, I started working out because why not.

Two hours later, based off the clock on the wall, no one had come to get me yet, so I continued. I had no idea how many push-ups I had done by the three-hour mark, but finally, I heard the clanking of keys and boots clomping their way down the concrete hallway. The face of a prison guard soon appeared in front of my cell as she unlocked the door. She then proceeded to grab my upper arm and drag me out, all through the hallway and up the steps. She continued pulling me until we had both reached the arena, then shoved my through a door. I stumbled and fell, hearing laughter.

I had found myself in the center of the arena that I had just been dragged out of 3 hours earlier, with the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma all standing on the balcony watching me.

"Alright, first things first," said Alpha Nicholas, "You attacked my son with the intent to kill."

The Gamma added in, "You also attacked before the signal was given, which is an automatic disqualification from the Trials. This means that you would become one of the two to be exiled."

"So we have decided that both of those actions together mean that you will be exiled, no doubt about it. But this year, you will be the only new rogue. That means you will have no one to help you survive," the Beta concluded.

"Have fun, loser!" I heard Alex say from behind his dad, "I hope you die a slow, painful death!"

Gabriel. Let me kill him. I heard Fenris urging in my mind, Cylix agreeing with him.

"No!" I responded, horrified, "Then we'll be killed for sure!"

After the mini-argument, the same guard as before came with another guard and dragged me out of the arena, passed all the people on the streets to make a spectacle, then to the edge of pack lands. I caught a glimpse of Oliver lurking behind a tree, watching in sadness, before the guards literally threw me over the border, my scent instantly changing to that of a rogue. I ended up crashing into a tree, all the wind knocked out of me, suddenly realizing after about 5 minutes of sitting there that some of my ribs were broken. Great. So that's what that sharp pain was that made it hard to breathe.

After about an hour of sitting there against the maple tree, I started to feel a little better and breathing was slightly easier, perks of healing fast. With that, I slowly began trudging through the forest, looking for somewhere to stay for the night.

Try finding a human town. Cylix suggested. That way you don't have to worry about other packs since it's the law to never attack rogues around humans.

But, of course, things never worked out that way because about a mile away from the Crescent pack's territory, I smelled the scent of another rogue. Check that. Five rogues, and one of them smelled familiar, but from where I had smelled that scent, I had no idea. That was enough to make me go in the opposite direction of the scents. However, as I was hurriedly walking in the opposite direction, I heard a loud yelp, followed by four loud growls.

Cylix would not have any of that and yelled inside my head, Go back! You need to help them!

After hearing the yelp again followed by more growls, I finally decided to listen to my wolf and shifted into Fenris after stripping off my shorts, Cylix grumbling about him having wanted to come out instead of his "egotistical maniac twin". I grabbed the shorts in my jaws and quickly ran back the way I had come, narrowly missing whacking myself on low-hanging branches. Stepping into a clearing where the smells were the strongest, I was shocked to see a large brown she-wolf fighting four grey male rogues at the same time, blood matting the fur of all five. The female lunged forward at the biggest rogue, biting off his ear, then spitting it out before crouching low to avoid another rogue's tackle.

The rogue then proceeded to land on top of one of his companions and the female wasted no time ripping his throat out. But she failed to see one of the rogues behind her, about to leap on her back to kill her. I quickly ran across the clearing and tackled the large wolf to the ground, quickly repeating what I had seen earlier and ripped his throat out, the blood staining my teeth. My first kill. Sensing another rogue behind me, I whirled around, only to be tacked to the ground by a huge wolf, saliva dripping from his canines as he prepared to rip through my neck. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable death.

But it never came.

I opened first one eye, then the other, before seeing the brown she-wolf standing over me curiously, the rogue laying dead off to the side. The remaining one was also dead, its face fixed in a permanent snarl. Walking behind a tree, the wolf shifted and came out again, fully clothed. I guess she kept her clothes in the tree.

I ran over to where I had left my shorts, grabbing them and running behind a tree to shift back. After I put them on, I walked back out to be greeted by a shirt hitting me in the face, the she-wolf yelling, "Put it on!"

After I did so, I studied the woman, who was doing the same thing to me. She was a few inches taller than I was, so maybe around 5'9" and seemed to be in her late thirties. She had brown wavy hair about midway down her back with green eyes and seemed to be in good shape, the outlines of solid muscles clearly visible on her whole body. And her smell. She smelled familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen her before.

"Who are you?" I asked, both of my wolves asking the same question.

"My name is Amelia," she responded back.

About to tell her my name, I said, "Well hi, Ms. Amelia. I'm-"

She cut me off. "I know who you are, Gabriel Cameron."

"How do you know who I am?" I questioned cautiously.

To that, she reached out and cupped my cheek in her hand and replied sadly, "A mother never forgets."

So how was that chapter?

So yeah. Amelia is Gabe's biological mother.

Any theories on why he grew up with Oliver's parents instead of his mom?

And yes, the last sentence is a reference to HTTYD 2 where Hiccup meets his mom.

Anywho, now that it's the summer, I want to try an update at least twice a week, probably on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

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