6 - She''s A Pup


    ~Hunter’s Point of View~


    My wolf immediately began howling, jumping up and down in my subconscious. He wanted to take


    over, and started demanding to shift. Our scouts said there were no she-wolves out here, did they miss


    her?


    How could you miss that scent?! It was what I had been waiting my entire life for, and I wasted no time


    following it.


    My wolf was not able tomunicate with any she-wolf nearby, confusing me even more. Even though


    I wouldn’t be able to mind-link her, they would sense each other, feel the other’s presence. I came to an


    old shed that was caved in, and I heard it … a faint heartbeat that almost sounded human. There’s no


    way there is a human out here, that can’t be right! I frantically began ripping away pieces of wood and


    metal, tossing them behind me. It took a few seconds, but I saw her hand sticking out from the rubble


    and I cleared it swiftly.


    It finally dawned on me, this was a pup, and she hadn’t yet shifted. I yelled for help and in seconds


    Raul, one of our vamps appeared and helped me free her trapped legs. I nodded to Raul that I had it


    from here, and he vanished.


    Her eyes looked like they were struggling to open, but when they did I was greeted with the most


    perfect blonde beauty with green eyes. She looked like she was struggling to keep her eyes open, but


    she gave me a weak smile. My wolf howled. I started to speak but she cked out again, going limp in


    my arms.


    I held my beautiful and perfect little mate, the very reason for my existence. Without even realizing it, I


    found myself scenting and nuzzling her, spreading my smell throughout her hair and neck. It


    immediately rxed me, and I knew it would do the same for her when she woke up.


    I stood up with my sweet little mate in my arms and ran back to our base. Raul quickly joined me and


    Shane called for our teleport. My mind was racing with every possible thought.


    What was her name? Why was she in the shed? I moved my hand’s position on her thigh and felt a


    sting.


    “Raul, what the fuck just cut me on her leg,” I yelled out.


    He abruptly pulled a knife from her side and scanned her body for anything else, finding two more


    knives, one of which had cut her thigh. I grimaced at that, wondering who the hell would let a pup have


    weapons. She didn’t look like she could hunt a rabbit and kill it, let alone try to take on a wolf. She was


    essentially a human since she obviously hadn’t yet shifted.


    I looked up at Raul who was licking his finger, it had blood on it from her leg. Most vamps had no self-


    control around a human that was bleeding and I immediately growled at him. Suddenly Chance


    stepped in between us.


    “Fly off Raul, get out of here,” Chance said.


    Raul continued slowly licking his finger and hissed at Chance when he was done, but disappeared


    anyhow.


    “Douchebag,” Chance mumbled.


    He hated the vamps more than anyone since his brother was killed by one when he was a cub.


    I soon felt the pull from Angel and held my mate close to my chest, ready to get her to safety. I found


    myself in the packhouse, well that’s what I called it. It was the Shadow’s headquarters, with two floors


    underground for the vamps and demons to lounge in, guest rooms and offices on the second and third


    floors. The witches and fae refused to share a roof with the rest of us and they had another house on


    the property.


    The ground floor housed a kitchen, rec room and arge conference room that was also our


    “courtroom” so to speak. Only warriors were allowed to know its actual location, anyone else was


    teleported to and from, never allowed to see it from the outside.


    “What happened, how is she hurt,” Angel said, running toward me.


    “She was hiding in a shed, I have no clue why, but she had a lot of debris on her and her legs were


    pinched under a fallen beam. There’s a cut on her thigh and I think she may have internal bleeding, she


    was under some real weight,” I said, making a face.


    The idea that my mate was in pain made my wolf and I absolutely livid.


    Angel guided me down the hall and into a guest room, where I gentlyid my mate on the bed.


    “You need to leave, I gotta get her clothes off to find her wounds,” Angel said, matter of fact.


    I started to growl at that, but quickly stopped myself. Pat ran in, a wolf who lives in the packhouse and


    is kind of a mom figure. I felt morefortable with her there, and agreed to leave.


    “Hunter, go fetch arge pot of hot water, and get some washcloths to clean her up,” Pat ordered. She


    was in no position ordinarily to give me any type of order, but I nodded in agreement. Anything to help


    my little mate.


    I was back within minutes, carrying everything along with one of my t-shirts.


    “Put this on her, once you get her cleaned up,” I said to Pat.


    She nodded and looked at me with a worried face.


    “What is it, what’s wrong,” I demanded.


    “She’s got some broken bones and since she’s just a pup, her wolf can’t heal her, Angel can try a spell


    but we all know there is something that will heal her faster, and be painless-”


    “No! No way,” I growled, not letting her finish her sentence.


    “What do you care,” Angel demanded.


    I looked at my sweet mate and ignored them both. I couldn’t let out my little secret just yet.


    It was a very little known thing in the supernatural world, but vampire blood could heal humans, and


    really any creature. You didn’t even need much, probably half an ounce and she would immediately


    begin to heal. Obviously, vamps didn’t want this getting out, as it would put them at great risk.


    “What’s your problem Hunter, what do you care about some kid,” Angel huffed.


    She got in my face so I couldn’t ignore her. I stepped back a bit and put my hands up.


    She was right, and I couldn’t give my secret away, now wasn’t the time. The thought of my mate having


    some blood sucker’s blood coursing through her veins made me absolutely furious, my wolf began to


    stir in my mind.


    Godfrey suddenly appeared in the doorway. He was the council head and a vampire, basically


    everyone’s serious and annoying uncle, all about business. He was well over four thousand years old


    and had long stopped feeding off humans so he wasn’t seen as much of a threat. He often hunted with


    us shifters, they took the animal''s meat and he drank their blood. He did everything possible to keep


    things in order, and being on the council, he was essentially one of five who determined your fate if you


    were brought to trial.


    “I’ll feed her, she needs to heal, and quickly, letting her do it naturally will be extremely painful,” he said.


    He ran his hand over her leg and I felt my canines force their way out, ready to fight this beast who


    dared touch my mate. But I quickly noticed it was purple and looked disjointed. It looked so awful I was


    nearly sick. How did I miss that?


    “Her leg is broken, she will be in great pain when she wakes,” he said, softly.


    I yelled at my wolf to calm down, thest thing we wanted was for our mate to be in pain, she already


    must have been so terrified.


    Godfrey looked at me, since I had found myself moving back toward my mate. My fists were balled and


    I was radiating anger. Anger that my mate was hurt, that there was nothing I could do about it. My wolf


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    didn’t understand or care about human issues, he didn’t care that Godfrey’s blood probably was the


    best thing for her. He wasn’t letting a vamp near our mate.


    Godfrey regarded me with curiosity.


    “What is your attachment to the child Hunter?”