The Alpha & The Kit

BY: Wolfa Moon

SUM: AU Things didn't go as planned. A plane crashed giving an amnesiac Wolverine a Much needed Family member.

DIS: Don't own.

The Alpha & The Kit

The Wolverine looked up as the sky became alive with flame and metal. He watched as it fell to the earth. The animal he is for he does not remember anything before the cold wilderness. Life of the animal. But a smell caught his attention. Going toward it he found a creature. Suspended in the air by strings. Breathing and bleeding. Moving in he smelled the small creature. Something in the blood calling to him. Informing him that he is like him. Nosing up he licked the blood. Tasting the similarities. Extending his claws he cut the cords. The life falling into his arms. Taking in the scent he relaxed. Relaxing for the first time in a long time. This life mattered. Cuddling it close he ran away from the fire. From the death that lingered on the air.

In his cave his home he laid this new life down on the furs. Grabbing snow that had recently fallen he returned inside to pack it where the blood had seeped from. He didn't remember much but what he did. The creature moaned. Eyes blinked up at him. Scared, lost, hurt. Just like him. Lost, not knowing, alone. The wolverine smiled. Not alone. Not anymore.

He pulled the child to his chest. The youth snuggled close to him. The animal inside him calming. He licked the side of the child's face. He finally had a purpose again. He had a pack.

A&K

The Wolverine moved slowly behind the animal. Watching it graze. Then the deer lifted its head. Then the silence came through the clearing. The doe dropped. Smiling he made his way to the downed beast. Coming out of the woods his kit came out. Brandishing the homemade longbow and arrows. For his kit did not have the same claws as him. They had to make him some.

Kit looked up proudly to his pack leader, his father. Grabbing the neck he finalized the kill. Closing his eyes he gave the life honor. Thanking it. Wolverine slung the kill over his shoulder. Wrapping his free arm around his kit. He is so proud.

A&K

They eat well that night. The years passing by quickly. The short fragile kit becoming a true hunter. Wolverine slung his arm over his kit. For he will always be his kit. Recently though. Kit's head began to pound. Whimpering in the night. His hands digging into his skull. Wolverine worried over his Kit. Wrapping an herb wrap around his pained eyes. Holding him closer to him. Wishing he could take the pain away. Snuffling through his hair. Comforting any way he can.

Looking after his pack mate is tiring but he loved him. Finally Kit fell asleep. Wolverine cuddled him up under their furs. Kissing him on the head he went out.

Near the stream, he hunkered down. Gathering the few herbs that they learned to help. A gust of unnatural wind blew around him.

Danger.

Dropping his gatherings he moved after to where he left his Kit defenseless. This unknown danger. Moving the wind picked up. Then smells filed the air. New scents. Then a howl. No! Screaming, howling himself he ran toward his Kit. His pack mate.

Leaving him defenseless. How could he have been so stupid. His pack asleep, blind.

Extending his claws he charged into their home. Unclaimed scents are in his home. Kit howled at the intrusion. New people scents entered his realm. His safety. Where is his alpha? He howled as they tried to grab for him. Then a voice in his had trying to calm him. No! He howled again. Calling for his protector.

Then he heard the roar. He had come for him.

The intruders spoke. Voices raising in alarm. Then them shouting. Fighting his alpha. His claws going up to rip the poultice off of his eyes. Then the last straw. His alpha howled in pain. Ripping it off he howled. Opening his eyes at the intruders. Blowing them away. Making them run. Kit watched them run through the red haze. Then his wounded alpha made his way toward him. He watched through the haze the destruction. Destruction he is causing. Destroying his home. Quickly closing his eyes he turned from it. Strong arms wrapped around him. The low growl telling him that he is safe. That he had him.

Then darkness…

Tbc