Adrenaline. That's all I've felt for the past four months. Being a run away has its disadvantages, but for the most part is exciting and dangerous. I've been on my own for most of my life, but when one day you transform into a wolf and find out you're a shapeshifter your life gets a little more complicated. But that was two years ago. I'm 16 now and a single mother. Well, he's not mine per say, but he is my baby and ill do anything to keep him safe. A little over a year ago, I witlessness a mother attempted suicide over a bridge with a baby in the back seat. I tried to save them both but failed. The cops arrived and took the mothers body and I took the baby. Like I was going to let him go into the foster system. I have, and if I have any say in it, he will never be in it. For the past year I have been traveling the country by wolf, bear, mountain lion, eagle, but Cato's favorite is a timber wolf. Surprisingly, the two year old does not fear my creatures but adores them. My shifts are not exactly like normal animals, they are pure silver. Doesn't matter what animal I choice it will be silver. Which can cause quite a commotion when I'm spotted. Because, a silver eagle, or bear are not exactly normal. I try to stick with wolves, mountain lions, that sort of stuff. We live where ever we roam, and that's every where. Right now, we are heading up to Washington state. I hear that Canada has better forests and cover for a shifting sixteen year old and a one and a half year old baby with no family. I've also figured out very clever ways to keep a baby on my back while running at unrecordable speeds. Everything from slings to baskets. Depending on what I am that day you got to change it up. Presently I'm in mountain lion form, so I have a make shift basket around my neck. Pretty soon though, he is going to need to ride me, he is getting way too big for the pouch. Cato's starting to talk, though not very much. He's more animal than child for obvious reasons. I love him so much, I don't know what I would do if someone took him from me. He has kept me sain and kept me company. I do change into my human form often though. Unless, its cold and Cato needs warmth, I like to protect him in human form. I don't really rely on my shifts, my hands are better anyway. We have one bag of things. Blankets, clothes, food not much though.
"No run…" Cato says tiredly.
I stop running and gently set down the basket and change back to human.
"Ok, we can stop. Are you cold?" He simply nods. I'd rather be human for awhile but will defiantly not deny my baby a warmth. I shift into a timber wolf and curl around Cato. He starts playing with my ears.
"Wolfy, mommy." It's not the original nick name, but its so adorable. We both slowly drift off to a unforgiving sleep.
=Paul=
Stupid patrols, stupid pack, stupid fucking night time. How in the damn, did I get stuck with night patrol. Jacob ran off with Nessie again no doubt. I just want to sleep and be at home and…Wolves.
Guys I smell wolves!
No joke Sherlock, you're a wolf!
No I mean, werewolf and its not any of us. I may need back up.
We are on our way Paul.
Sam says as Paul smells the air looking for the source.
We're here Paul. Lead the way.
This way…
Sam, Paul, Embry, Quil, and Leah follow Paul toward the scent.
Its just one, but it doesn't smell right.
I smell that too. Alright everyone, we are going to slowly circle, but do not attack if there is no threat. This could be an ally.
We all start to slowly circle the wolf. He seams to be sleeping…
HE HAS A KID! WE NEED TO GET HIM OUT OF THERE!
Alright, listen slowly now, don't do anything stupid guys.
We start to circle the wolf. Quil, releases a low growl and the sleeping wolf is immediately up. He is a she? She starts growling at all of us slowly back up towards the little boy. He cant be any older than two. Leah, jumps toward the she wolf, who jumps to left with the boy in her mouth. She sets him at the base of a tree and stands in front of him, growling ferociously. Embry, tries next and gets thrown over. Damn, she wolf is good. I charge full force. The she wolf then jumps in the air and turns into a bear, grabbing the boy and placing him in the tree. At this point the boy is crying and calling for his mommy. The she wolf-bear then roars at us. That the actual fuck! Then in seconds she is a human. Her eyes are glowing gold… a beautiful gold…well fuck. She is shaking and then throws her hands at me, a gust of wind hits me throwing me into a tree. She then turns towards the others.
"STOP! We are not your enemies. My name is Sam Uely, this is my pack. WE mean you no harm, we just though you were going to hurt the boy. We never have had another werewolf here before, or what ever you are." She stops shaking and her eyes stop glowing. Within seconds she jumps into the tree and grabs the child. He clings to her neck, crying. I feel bad now. She turns to us.
"You COULD have just asked! And not scared the living crap out of my son!" She yelled at us. We and turned back and were human again. Something about what she said bugged me. Probably the fact that my imprint all ready had a kid… oh that son of a bitch is so dead.
"We apologize, now could you please some back to the pack house with us?" Sam asked.
"Like hell I am! You just tried to kill me and my son! So that would be a no for me. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to be going." Embry stepped in front of her. "Move." She said sternly.
"Listen, we got off on the wrong foot. It's clear that you and your son have not been given a good meal or bed for sometime, so could please come back to the pack house with us. Just so we can figure this out." She looks at us suspiciously.
"Paul, talk to your damn imprint!" Leah yells, damn wolf mind link. She looks curious and gives me a judging look.
"Please, no one will hurt you here. Your apart of the pack now, and I won't let them." I say giving her a pleading look.
"FINE, but fair warning, you don't want to mess with me, so you touch him, you die." She glares at all of us.
"Thank you, we are going to shift and you can follow us."
We all shift back, and the she wolf lowers her head and the boy climbs into a bag around her neck. We all start the run home.