Shiver Fanfic
By Treecloud
Chapter 1
Jane
I was running, the cold biting my face, the feeling of running wild was great. I felt free, even though being human for one season is amazing, I felt more free as a wolf. Winter was my favorite season. Sure the food was scarce but, the cold nipping at tips of my fur and freezing my wet nose and padded paws was the best. I was running alone today, the pack was driving me crazy barking about getting a human. I was getting pretty annoyed so, I ran, in the end I always return. Let's face it I can't live on my own, I'm the runt, they are at least nice enough to feed me and not abandoned me somewhere to rot.
Finally after a while I head back home, I lift my nuzzle in the air and smell something thick, delightful, fresh kill.
I run as fast as possible I enter the clearing where our dens are. I hear shrieks from the kill I walk over slowly.
"Hurry Goldylocks! It's fresh." The pack leader yelps!
"You've never let eat fresh kill before. Why now?" I bark.
"Thought you need some fresh kill for once." He says as he digs in for more. I walk over to an open space to take a good look at the kill, a human. The space I have is the worst part, his face. He is covered in his blood and sweat his brown hair in long curls fall over his eyes and just cover his ears. His eyelids are closed. He tries to fight but my pack is too strong. He finally opens his eyes and they lock on me. They were the prettiest shade of hazel. My ears go down and I whimper. I feel a set of teeth enter my neck. I yelp.
"Eat!" My leader growls. I turn back to the boy. He's not really a boy, probably around 16. I see dark red blood drip from my neck and land on the corner of his mouth. He closes his eyes again and he goes limp. I pretend to take a bite but all I do is smear his blood around his face so it looks like I ate. The rest of the pack runs away thinking he's dead. I don't want to but, I believe he's dead too. The pack moves onwards to go find more food. I stay where I am and lie down letting the snow cool my bite. I hear a cough come from his direction. My ear twitches up and I lift my head. He looks at me.
"Looks like we both need some healing," he chuckles and coughs. Just then rustling comes from the bushes and a tall, muscular man comes through with a small girl.
"Johny!" The girl shrieks running to his side. I back away my ears folded and my tail tucked between my legs. The man looks at me and lifts a hunting gun. I start to whimper. He points it at me.
"Well, aint you a pretty thang." The man says.
"Dad stop!" The boy coughs.
"Why? She's got your blood all over her muzzle."
"Yes, because she was trying to help clean my wounds. She refused to eat, she got hurt too."
"Can we keep her Daddy?" the girl asks.
"Nah, she'd be more useful as a rug than a pet." The man protests picking up Johny," Come on Sarah."
The girl gives me a scratch on the head and says, "Come on, I have food for you at home." I followed them to a log cabin. I sit at the bottom of the steps.
"Stay here girl." Sarah says.
When she comes back, she has a bowl with raw meat in it. She sets it down and sits on a lawn chair a few feet away. I smell it and start to eat.
While I eat she talks on and on about her family and her school. She has no friends and she and her brother John are very close.
"You need a name," she says once I'm done eating. I never saw the warm wet cloth in her hand until now. She started slowly washing off the blood from my muzzle, "You're a girl. So, what about Sheila? Perfect!"
"Sarah! I den' told yer' she aint' staying here. She'd be better off as a rug er' coat!" The man says. Taking a glance at John lying on the couch.
"Daddy, please, mother would have let me keep her." Sarah pleads.
"Sarah," Johny coughs," Now's not a good time to bring up mom."
"Alright, but she's yer responsibility," the dad says.
"Yay! Thank you daddy! Come on Sheila, I'm gonna teach you how to be a medicine wolf!" Sarah jumps up and down happily.
"What's her name?" The dad asks.
"Sheila, Mommy's name." She replies.
"Good choice," The dad says looking off in space.