Wrongfully Mates [MxM]

Chapter 3

I continued to run, and when I felt I couldn't run any longer.. I ran some more.

Finally I collapsed in what seemed like the middle of nowhere, nothing but trees and snow as far as my eyes could see.

I tried to get back up to change into a more comfortable position, but my body felt heavy, and I couldn't move.

I tried once more before I gave, I let myself feel all the feelings I was trying to push back.

My bitterness, my jealousy, my loneliness, my sadness.

It all hit me hard, and I couldn't even tell myself why it all bugged me so much.

The wind blew my fur, the cold air pricked my skin, but I couldn't get up to move somewhere warmer.

I slowly let my eyes close once my eyelids became heavy.

My eyes hurt.

My head hurt.

My heart hurt.

Everything hurt.

I hated myself for feeling bitter towards my friends.

If I could even continue to call them that.

I know Lexi wouldn't pick me over Bernie, so if he told her to stop talking to me, I know she would.

I whimpered as I felt sleep creep over me, not a comfortable one, but I didn't have the energy to stay awake.

I let sleep take over me and my thoughts as I laid in the snow.

I woke up to the sound of light footsteps, even though they were light, I could tell it was more than one person.

I opened my eyes and looked over, I saw wolves standing a few feet away, I closed my eyes again.

'They're just switching patrols' I thought to myself, we never really had a big need for border patrols, especially not this random isolated area.

But since the attacks, we've had them constantly everywhere, and somehow they were still managing to find a way in.

I watched a wolf with a familiar pelt walk over, one similar to mine.

I felt their paw push my head, I let out a low whine of protest but managed to lift my head, where I stared into the eyes of my father.

I could already see the anger in his eyes.

I knew he didn't want me sleeping out here when people were getting killed, but at the moment, I didn't care.

It's not like I was dead now, so what did it matter?

I let out s grumpy huff and forced myself to get up, my body ached all over, my dad snorted and let out a 'woof.'

I know he wanted me to explain myself and stay, but I turned around and walked away despite my body begging me not to move.

I knew he couldn't follow me since he had to patrol the border, but I heard him try to call my attention once more before I heard footsteps leave.

I started to slow down again after quite a bit of walking before plopping down onto my side, maybe I overdid it yesterday?

'Ya think?' I asked myself, on the bright side, it was a nice distraction to everything I was upset about.

I closed my eyes, I didn't feel particularly sleepy, but I just wanted to take a quick nap to ignore the pain that was pulsing throughout my body.

I slowed my breathing before sleep took me again.

I jolted up onto my paws as an alarming howl split through the air, my eyes quickly shot around the area, and another howl was released, but cut short.

I realized the howling was coming from where I had previously came from, I didn't have time to think before I was already shooting in that direction.

My tiredness gone as I tried to quickly find myself to the sound of previous howling, a million thoughts ran through my head.

'Was something wrong?' I asked myself, obviously there was.

Then a thought hit me.

'dad.. shit!'

I managed to push myself faster, but I suddenly stopped to a halt.

I looked down at the ground, scarlet red soaked into the snow, the loud sound of fighting filled my eyes, I took a few slow steps forward, trying not to step in the blood.

'I feel sick' I groaned in my head, I felt a little dizzy, but a yelp that was cut short by a loud crack in the air made me remember why I was here.

I speed up until I saw it.

The scene.

Blurs of red, grey, and white were everywhere.

My pack.

Not all of it if course, but a majority of the large patrol laid lifeless, many of their bodies twisted into unnatural positions.

Only four wolves stood.

And on the middle, with their back towards me, had to be the largest wolf I've ever fucking seen, looming much higher over the wolves that stood near it, I started to see how the wolf was able to take down my packmates so easily.

They weren't from around here.

It was so easy to see.

The bold brown color of their pelt told it all, which contrasted to the various shades of grey and white that were on the wolves here.

A better fit for the environment.

This wolf stood out.

'Such an elegant wolf..' I couldn't stop the thought from forming, I quickly shook my head, a small flicker of relief appeared in my chest when I recognized the familiar pelt of my father, still alive.

Though the relief quickly faded as I saw another wolf try to attack the outsider, only for her to be down in a blink of an eye, I watched the large brown wolf rip out her throat.

I felt like I was gonna throw up, I couldn't move, I was too scared to move.

I wanted to move.

It wasn't until I had seen the two remaining wolves to attack the large wolf at once, I knew if I didn't do anything now, they'd be dead.

I let out a large snarl.

My voice seemed to echoed throughout the forest, I didn't know I could snarl that loud.

Everyone froze.

That was until the large brown wolfs head snapped in my direction.