Saved by my Future Mate

Chapter 2

Anyway, two years ago, the guys and I were staying in an old cottage, in the middle of the neutral territory between the local packs, and it sat on the edge of an ancient looking quarry which was surrounded by a huge amount of trees. We had come out here to record the final shots for our college project and we decided to take off for the weekend at the end of the Easter holidays and get the filming done whilst we could also kick back and let our wolves our for a while.

Once we unpacked and had something to eat, we all discussed what shots we needed to take, where the best places were and who would take which ones, then our talk turned to the door that led down to the basement. We had already planned on making a room look extremely old and unused for a couple of the shots, so Mike came up with the idea of going down there and seeing what it looked like, as this may save us sometime if it was what we were hoping to achieve here. Just the thought of going down there gave me judder.

We decided to check out the local area first, so we shifted into our wolves. Jon’s wolf is large and Black, with a moon shaped white patch on his chest, Sam’s wolf is slightly smaller than Jon’s but is also Black but with a white patch over one eye, one white front paw and the tip of his tail is also white. Mike's wolf is grey and very fierce looking. He has a black patch on his muzzle, whereas Chris’s wolf is black with a ginger patch on his muzzle. These two wolves are identical apart from their patches. My wolf however is completely black with white specks all over me that looks like I have been splattered with white paint, or like the stars scattered in the night sky.

To me the area gave me a feel that - even to this day - I cannot describe. It was neither calming but it was not awful. I suppose you could say that it felt lonely, unloved and Isolated, but with an air of being lived in. The ground around the cottage was sparse, clear of obstructions and flat. A great area for five wolves to run around on, not having a care in the world, as well as a welcome stretch for our wolves, who were not able to shift too often as we were studying and living at a human college, as there wasn’t the open spaces for large wolves to run around. It was amazing just being able to run with the wind in our fur for the first proper time in a few months.

When we got closer to the trees, they felt ancient like they were either trying to hide something or keep it safe. Seeing the difference between the dull green lives of some of the younger trees and the lighter, brighter older trees was a sight to see, you would have thought that the younger trees would have been lighter in colour and not darker. The trunks were twisted, knobbly, and huge in diameter. They must have been growing there for hundreds of years.

As the sun started to dip into the horizon, Mike suggested going back to the cottage for dinner and an early night. We decided to get an early start exploring the basement, as I absolutely hate being underground due to being trapped in a tunnel that had caved in on me when I was younger, whilst we were playing hide and seek. I had been trapped down there for sometime, and even now I still get nightmares about it. Sam offered to take a camera down with them so that they could play me the footage when they came back up. This would also be handy if they did find anything exciting or strange down there that would fit in to our project.

As there was only three rooms to the cottage, Jon and Sam shared one like they did at college, as did Chris and Mike. I got a room to myself for a change and as the guys are so protective of me, they gave me the middle room which was also the master bedroom with the double bed. I was in heaven that night and slept like a log, unaware that tomorrow things would change for all of us.