A/N hey peeps who are reading thia! This is a new fic that i was working n, and thought i'd share. P.s in this fic, Mitchs senses are heightened because of all the time he spent in the wild with Jerome. YAY!
NOW ONTO THE STORY!
Team crafted, consisting of: Sky, Ty, Ian, Quentin and Jason, were having an important meeting.
"I don't care if it isn't close to the ocean, Husky, you're gonna have to-"Sky was cut off by a crash outside. Everyone ran to look.
It turned out that it was a young boy, no more than 17, was rooting around in their trash cans. When they got there, everyone, including the boy, froze. He half turned his head, sniffing the air for a second, and you could see the lean muscles on his shoulders tense.
MITCH POV!?
"hey, Jerome, I could use some help" I contacted my mate, and I felt him leave his hunt to come and find me. Turning to the situation at hand, I sniffed the air once more. I smelt fast wet, and some of that strange yellow stuff. I also smelt something completely new to me, and something comforting, like a possible pack mate. This made me relax, if only slightly. I turned fully, and saw something I didn't know existed. I had heard tales about them, but, then again, every young bacca had. They were mostly horror tales to keep is in bed at night, but they were nothing compared to the fear I felt rushing through me. Just then, I hear a shuffle coming from the bushes, then Jerome, in all his glory. He shoved me behind him, and dropped to all fours above me, sniffing me for wounds
Ian POV
There was a huge bacca stood over the boy, so, naturally, Adam assumed it was hurting him. So, he went to attack it, but stopped short at the noise that came from the boys mouth. A giggle. Then he cuffed the back of its head, snorting. I was very confused.
The Bacca grunted at him, rolling over. The boy jumped onto him, yelling. The two began play fighting. I looked over to the others, who seemed just as confused as I was. Adam cleared his throat, causing the Bacca to look over. He snarled, shoving the boy behind him again. Quinten was the first to crouch down, placing his sword on the floor. The Bacca flicked his head towards the nearby lake, and he threw it in. The Bacca snorted in acceptance, before standing on two legs. He held out a hand. "Jerome" he said. "Quinten" replied Quinten, shaking it. The boy stood up, dusting dirt off his pants. "i'm Mitch" he said, but didn't hold out a hand. He muttered something to Jerome, who nodded. He turned, and walked off into the forest.
A/N this is probs the worst fic ever, but, oh well.