D: Disclaimed
Prologue
It was supposed to be a quiet night. Like any other, they were supposed to be safe, untouched and out of sight. But something changed. The one thing they've been hiding from had discovered them; the pale faces.
A small family of three, fighting to survive the fate they hope never to face. A father preparing to fight off the monsters to protect his mate and child, and alpha strong enough to face any army of bloodsuckers out to destroy him. So why was tonight any different? Could it be the fact that they were ambushed, and with what little time they had to escape, they barely made it.
"Papa, what's happening?" The child asked with worry.
"You have to keep quiet son," The man pleaded with the child.
"What are we going to do?" The wolf asked his mate.
They've been hiding for no less the five minutes, treading out an escape route that would take the child to safety. As of now, the snow hid their scents and the coldness kept them still. The trails had faded, but the eerie feeling of being watched was still there. The alpha knew too well, and he knew exactly what he needed to do to save his family.
"Phase!" He ordered his mate and child.
The humans that crouched under the large stump to remain hidden were now three wolves, one injured, the other two in panic-mode. The alpha stared in his mate's eyes with sincerity and worry, connecting his mind with his mate one last time.
'You must go!' He nudged his muzzle against his mates for comfort, 'take our pup with you to the northern Rockies and start over. There I'm sure you'll find a pack that is willing to take you in.'
'No, you can't do this?'
'I must love.' The wolf pressed his cheek against his mates, tears falling down his furry cheek. 'I told you where to go if this were ever to happen. You and our son have a chance; don't let my fate go to waste. Follow the river until you reach the Olympic forest; go through there until you come upon a village. They have few that are still like us, they shall take you in until our son is old enough to lead his own pack.'
'I love you.'
'As I of you.' The wolf licked his mate's snout. 'I promise to wait for you, even if it is in the light.' The alpha licked the pup's head. 'Now go, and don't you dare look back.'
'But David?'
'I said go Harry!'
With the tears that had been shed, the wolf picked up the pup by the scruff of his neck and swung him above his shoulders until the pup gripped onto the wolf's shoulders, his snout clamped on the loose scruff of his papa's skin.
'Hang on pup!' The alpha nodded to his sad puppy, 'I love you both.'
With the tears shed, both wolves had to say there last goodbyes. Bonded as mates the moment they met each other, now separating to save the son they called a miracle. An alpha going to face his own army of enemies, destined to meet his end in order for his mate and son to find solace in a safe place. A wolf carrying his only son to safety to keep the promise he had mate to make sure that their lineage continues.
For the longest time, their existence had been kept a secret for the reason of who they were. A true born alpha, full-blooded and bred by the only she-wolf to ever exist, and just like the fate he faces, his parents died to make sure he survived.
Then there's the first submissive. Not fully blooded, but in fact born from a human female, raised by his father who was an alpha himself. During his years of growing to his phasing age, other's called him the runt of the pack because of his size, but none knew the reasons why. Until the true alpha had come to him through fate; bonded the moment they met eyes.
Most questioned it, and some were appalled.
Rather than be ridiculed by the one's who were supposed to accept them, they left on their own where they wouldn't be judged. Even so, the two questioned there bond, both wondering why they were in love with each other when they were both males in that case. But in time, they soon discovered that purpose.
The smaller of the two –the submissive- had been blessed with a pup. Both discovered that he was carrying a child, a miracle as they presumed. With each passing day, they both watched him grow until a night had come where the pup was born. Them being the first, they would discover the different way their child would grow. Since he was born a pup, he would grow for a few weeks until he turned into the human infant they had grown to love.
They were a happy family. But with this gift, they soon would find out that this child was born for a reason. With the wars between their kind and the enemies, a destiny would soon fall upon the pup. He would grow to be the hope for all of their kind. Seth is what they called him.
When the time would come, he would too find a mate, and their children would become the future warriors that could bring peace to their kind. Again, balance would be brought to their world.
That would be only when Seth was ready.
For now, the pup was only five. Still learning to phase back and forth and how to protect himself when the time was needed. It would be up to the remaining parent to teach him of the lessons that remained. But even so, that destiny hadn't looked to promising for the pup as of now. The wolf that had birthed him was dying.
They had become lost in the cold, and what was left of his strength; he curled himself around his pup to keep him warm. It had been days since their escape, and all that seemed left of that night was the short breaths of the wolf the pup called papa.
In the cold evening, the pup knew that he would soon be alone. But he didn't want to leave his papa. Even though the wolf's body was nearly frozen, the pup could still feel the comfort of his papa's heartbeat.
'Papa?' The pup leaned against the wolf, his paws up against his papa's body, attempting to shake the wolf awake. 'Wake up papa,' Seth tried not to cry, his thoughts shaky as his words would be, 'we have to go. Father said we have to make it to the village.' He nudged the wolf with his muzzle. 'We have to go papa. We're almost there. I know we are.'
'Seth?' The wolf lifted his head with all his effort. 'I'm sorry son.' He nuzzled the pup's snout, 'I seemed to have failed us all.'
'Don't talk like that papa.' Seth whimpered.
'You still have a chance to make it pup.' Harry, his papa looked at Seth sadly, licking the tears that fell down his cheek. 'Keep running in that direction and don't stop for anything until you reach the edge. At the base of the mountains you shall find a small village. They will know what to do.'
'I'm not leaving you papa.' Seth cried.
'You have to son!' Harry demanded. 'You can't let your father's memory die in vain. We fought to bring you this far; the rest is up to you pup. I wish I could go with you, but I'm far too weak.'
'But papa,' Seth cried out, 'you can make it, I know you can. I don't want to leave you.'
'You have to son.' Harry whimpered, struggling to keep his strength up. 'The future depends on your survival. They need you.'
'But papa.'
'Please son…' The wolf fell back to his side. 'Promise you'll try.'
'Papa…'
'No more tears son…' The father spoke with short of breath. 'You must go…'
'I-I-I c-can't papa.' Seth nudged his father again, terrified to realize that his heart was no longer beating. 'Papa? Papa?' The pup cried. 'Don't leave me, please don't leave me!'
For once, Seth had lost hope, and sight of where his papa wanted him to go. As the hours passed and night was about to fall, the pup curled up into his father's still body, cold from the night as he tried to stay warm with whatever heat that was left of the older wolf's body. But that soon would pass, and just like his papa, he too was about to meet the same fate of he didn't do something quick.
With his father taken from him from a battle with the enemy, and his papa taken by the cold and his injuries just hours ago, Seth gathered what courage he could and began to at least attempt to follow his papa and father's wishes. But even he was too weak to please them. He too had failed them.
"I can hear a heartbeat." A timid voice spoke.
"I can barely hear it too." Another voice spoke, "quick, we're close, I can hear it get slightly louder."
"Carlisle!" The timid voice spoke, "over there, I think it's a body."
"Wait here Esme," The voice responded, "It looks like a wolf."
Seth as weak as he was, tried with all his strength to move, only to fall back into his place.
"It's moving."
"The wolf?" Esme questioned her husband as she watched from a few feet away.
"No." Carlisle examined the area, soon realizing that the wolf's body was curled around a smaller one. "She has a pup. The pup is barely alive."
"What?" Esme asked shocked, racing to her husband's side. "She has a pup?"
"I don't get it though." Carlisle stood there puzzled. "There hasn't been a she-wolf for years, how can this be?"
"It doesn't matter Carlisle," she addressed her husband, "this pup needs us."
"Esme? Love?" He pulled his wife back, "we can't just rescue this pup. It could be possible that it would attack us. This could be the future prophecy of the wolf that could build an army against our kind."
"It doesn't matter Carlisle." She stared at her husband, "pup or not, he still needs us. If the prophecy were to be filled, then it should be. It's about time that they were stopped being treated like animals."
"You're right love, it's about time that a balance is brought." The vampire began to remove the snow from the frozen wolf.
"Besides," Esme reached for the stiff pup, "I'm sure that the pup would protect us if he knew we were on his side."
"We can only hope then love." The vampire chuckled.
With little effort, Esme carried the pup now wrapped in her coat as Carlisle picked up the frozen wolf to give it proper burial, only because Esme had convince him to. That, and Carlisle wanted to few studies before he buried the wolf.
As the hours passed, Esme made it her duty to revive the pup whilst Carlisle thawed out the corpse of the wolf before preparing to bury it. Only now, both had come to a surprise when they discovered that the wolf was in fact a male, and not only a smaller wolf, but a submissive.
"What does that mean Carlisle?" Esme asked her husband as she rocked the pup back and forth in a wrap.
"It means that the cycle had already began Esme." He raced to his books to pull out a old scripture. "In the old Quileute legends it states that a submissive's child could birth the future generation of warriors, warriors that could bring balance."
"Balance?" She questioned her husband.
"Yes balance, balance back to how it used to be." He flipped through the pages, excited about his discovery. "Back when the Volturi and the other's didn't farm humans and use wolves as pets or a pawn in the collar games. This pup could possibly be the key to their freedom."
"So where does that put us?" She asked as she sat in the rocking chair with the pup deeply asleep on her lap.
"It means that we have to protect him." He sat next to her. "Even if it means that we have to hide from society once again."
"But doesn't that we betray our kind?" She asked.
"I don't think so, we feed off of the animals near us." The vampire sighed, "I have too much compassion to let these wolves and the humans suffer any longer."
"Then we raise him as our own?" Esme asked hopeful.
"Only until he's old enough to start phasing." Carlisle replied, "when he's old enough, I will speak to Edward to take him and hopefully he will find an alpha strong enough for him."
"But you can't tell Edward about him." Esme added.
"No, we can't tell anyone about him," Carlisle rubbed his hand across the pup's head. "For now he'll be known as the runt of the litter. If anyone asks, we rescued him from the dungeons up north. We'll tell them that he was about to be disposed of and we found a use for him. Other's will see him as our servant, and that's how he will end up in Edward's hands."
"How will we convince Edward to take good care of him when the time comes, I've already grown attached to him Carlisle." Esme asked concerned.
"I'll tell him that Aro had grown suspicious and we feel he would be safe near his own kind." Carlisle spoke softly, still petting the pup.
"You really think we can do this?" She asked her husband with half of a smile.
"We can only hope dear."
