The Bond Between Us

Chapter Two: Survive at all costs

Brooklyn

We ran for hours through the ice covered thicket. My paws were sore from the constant pounding against the frozen ground, but I continued to push my legs to move as fast as they could, using speed and my wolves natural camouflage we barely escaped our families murderers. There was a couple of close calls, enemy wolves doing patrols on the borders of our land, but if it hadn't had been for the adrenaline running through my veins and the enchantment hiding our scent we wouldn't have been able to make the speedy decisions that saved our lives.

I didnt stop running till I couldn't see the flames on the distant horizon, or smell the horrid scent of burning flesh and wood. My legs gave out on me and I shifted into my human form, collapsing onto the ground. Sucking in ragged breaths, I layed on my stomach letting my sweaty face press against the soft blanket of snow that cushioned my fall. Blake was still holding onto my back, his hands fisted into the fur of my suit. I fell over on my side, pulling him around to my front so that I could manage to sit up. facing me I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his arms to bring some of the warmth back to the skin. His lips were chapping from the cold wind and started turning a light shade of blue, his nose and cheeks a rosie shade of red.

"Are we safe?" he whispered. I let out a huff of air as I put my chin on top of his head. His messy hair tickled my nose as I took deep breaths in and out.

"No Blake, we are never safe in open territory. Lone wolves prowl these trees." I whispered as I brushed the folage out of his hair and kissed his forehead. Instinctively I looked at the surrounding foilage, not seeing any noticeable movement while not smelling any recent wolves. I let my body relax for the first time in hours. The moment I did Blake's eyes fluttered close and he fell asleep in my arms. the poor kid passed out when he knew it was safe. I struggled to stand while keeping a good hold on him, wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck, I continued to carry him through the woods.

The wind was starting to pick up, cutting into my cheeks and making my ears ache. I needed to find shelter quickly before we were caught in a snow storm. I know my body could only stand so much more cold, Blake could get hyperthermia any minute.

The moon shined through the trees and I raised my face to its light, closing my eyes I sent a quick prayer to the moon goddess for guidance in our time of need. The light seemed to shine brighter on my face, following the direction of the light my eyes landed on some brush a good fifty feet away. As I walked closer and continued to look I noticed that there was light shining from the inside. walking closer I pushed some of the brush away and on the other side was a small cave with a fire burning. I sent a prayer of thanks to the goddess as I walked in.

The temperature was so drastically different that my body shivered from the heat inside the cave. The fire was small, but its lights bounced off the rock walls illuminating the whole space. A couple feet away there was a large black backpack with some climbing gear attached to the side of it. The smell of wolf lingered in the air, but whoever it was, was long gone.

I laid Blake down next to the fire and used my jacket as a pillow for his head. Grabbing the backpack I quickly opened the main zipper to see a thick grey wool blanket neatly folded on the inside. Even though it stank like another wolf I still slipped it over Blake's small body and watched him visibly relax underneath. Tucking him in I leaned down and kissed his forehead like mother used to. He smiled in his sleep and pulled the blanket closer to his face.

I walked over to the entrance and sat down so that I could have a clear view of outside the cave. The Wolf might be coming back, if it wasn't already killed by the same people who killed my own family. Pulling my blade out I started to clean the blade off to keep my hands busy. It was covered in blood, the rag that I had was wet from the snow, With a little bit of elbow grease I was able to bring it back to its original shine. The blade was so silver it could almost be white, the hilt was a dark grey metal that had my finger endensions folded on the hilt. The end came out to a round crystal with dark shadows on the inside representing the moon

looking out to the night sky, tears slid down my cheeks as I replayed some of the best memories with my parents. My father pushing me on the swing as I begged him to go higher, my mother baking moon shaped sugar cookies for our moonlight ceremony, and the way we would all sit at the dinner table joking about the other pack members. It was hard to believe that they were gone, but the aching bond pulsing in my chest was a constant reminder of what I lost. As I sat there crying over my parents untimely demise, I decided to pray to the moon goddess for protection and guidance.

I sat on my knees and started to do the routine that my parents engraved in me from the day I was born. Imagining my mother next to me doing the slow dance next to me I started. Raising my hands above my head, making a cupping motion and bringing it to my heart, bringing her light closer to my core. Raising my hands to my mouth I kissed my knuckles and bowed, my forehead grazing the hard floor. The movements brought me strength and resolve and as I straightened back up I had the next thing clear in my mind.

We must head south, the moon goddess had plans for us there.